“Fair enough. But Lana?”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to talk to me, especially if you’re upset or scared. No woman should ever feel that way.” I swallow hard, thinking of what Audrey had endured, because she couldn’t ask for help.
“It’s not?—”
“It might not be now. But it could be. Just…” I swallow down the frustration. “Just know you can talk to me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask, trying to bring some levity to the conversation.
She huffs out a laugh before pressing her lips against mine. It’s like time stops, neither of us pushing to deepen the kiss, an acknowledgment that the conversation had been heavy.
Important.
Special.
I don’t have a cache of knowledge about menopause or hormones, but I’ll learn and I’ll do all the things Lana’s ex should have done to support her. If she needs an advocate, she’s found one.
“How about a massage?” I hum against her lips. “Let me take care of you.”
“In a minute.”
Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and then discards it, her full breasts on display, making me groan because I can’t get enough of her, and I want to touch and taste and lose myself in her.
Taking my hand, she presses my palm to her tit, her hand closing around mine. “Like this,” she purrs, commanding me as we squeeze and knead her, circling her nipple and pinching as she presses hot kisses along my jaw and down my throat.
Her other hand pushes her panties down and over her hips, and even though I can’t see her right now, I know her pussy is soaked for me.
I’m hard under the sheet, the fabric tenting as she moans and then straddles me. She pushes her tits closer to my face, and a desperate, strangled sound bursts from my lips. “You’re so damn sexy, Lana. So fucking perfect.”
She gasps as I press her tits together, licking the valley I’ve created before sucking one aching nipple into my mouth. I pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger as she rubs and bucks against my cock.
“You gonna come just like this, Dream Girl?” I taunt before switching sides and lavishing her other nipple with my tongue.
“Yes.” She rubs faster against me, her body tight and shaking. “Then I’m going to suck your cock and… ah!” My teeth close gently around the tight peak in my mouth because the image—Lana with my cock between her pouty, pink lips—is too vivid and something I don’t take for granted.
She grinds against my erection, the sheet wet with her release as she rides out every ounce of pleasure.
“God, that felt good,” she pants, her eyes sparkling as she tries to move down my body. I’ll let her, but first I need a taste. Gripping her ass, I haul her up until she’s hovering over my face.
She’s shy like this but that’s fine. We’ll work up to her actively trying to suffocate me with her pussy. For now, I lean up and slide my tongue inside her. She whimpers so I do it again.
And again.
I spank the tight globe of her ass as I fuck her with my mouth. She squeaks and then moans, obviously surprised by this turn of events, but I can’t help it. The woman drives me crazy, and I’ll spoil her in and out of the bedroom every chance I get.
“Don’t worry,” I say, using the flat of my tongue to lick the entire length of her slit to taste her sweet pussy, “I’ll still let you suck my cock if you want.”
“Yes,” she gasps as I nibble on her clit and spank her again,“please!”
I love seein’ what she likes—the things she wants to try but might be too afraid to ask. I love it all and I love that she already trusts me enough to explore her pleasure with me.
“I’m so damn hard for you,” I grit out as she throws her head back and finally lowers herself onto my face. “Good fucking girl, Lana.” I growl the words against her pussy before ravaging her with my mouth.
She screams and thrashes, but I hold her right where I want her, not letting up until her pussy is strangling my tongue, her walls fluttering as her orgasm detonates.
