“I wanted something a little more subtle than the black,” she explains.
Lola’s entire side and the back of her neck are covered in white ink tattoos.
They’re so faint I hadn’t noticed them before but now, with the golden light falling from the cast iron shade above my bed, the designs shimmer against her skin.
I run my knuckles over the dip of her waist and up her ribcage, dozens of tiny pictures nestled among outlines of different countries. A day of the dead mask next to Mexico. A blossom tree through Japan.
“They’re memories,” Lola says. “Of all the places I’ve been, the cultures I’ve been privileged enough to have shared in.”
I trace the designs with my fingertip. “They’re stunning,” I say. “You’re stunning.” I dip my head to her neck and press gentle kisses against her skin, my lips catching the edge of Italy.
Lola lets out a satisfied sigh that goes straight to my dick and I can’t take it anymore. My need to be inside her outweighs my desire to know what I missed while she traveled.
I drop my hands to her hips and flip her over on to her back.
She squeals, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, but I just quirk a brow. “Remember your rules?”
Lola lowers her hands to the bed, pressing her palms flat against the sheets once more.
“Good girl.” I run my hand over her stomach and up to her breast, thumbing her nipple as my knuckles brush the writing inked on her skin.
Lola presses her lips together, trying not to make a sound as her chest rises under my touch.
I’m not kidding myself, Lola can’t be tamed and I sure as fuck don’t want her to be. I like Lola wild and bratty but there’s something about seeing her lie here for me,choosingto follow my rules, that has me hard as rock.
I straighten up just long enough to discard my trousers and boxers then I’m back over her in an instant, my cock straining to be inside of her. I force myself to go slow though and sink two fingers into her slick heat, making sure she’s ready for me.
I groan at the liquid silk I find there. “Jesus Lola, look at you, so fucking needy for me you’re practically dripping.”
A tortured moan slips from her closed lips, but she remembers the rules and doesn’t say a word.
I take my fingers out and drag the head of my cock through her folds, nudging at her clit and using her arousal to coat my hard length before I line myself up.
The past week with Lola has been a tangle of limbs and rough kisses. A build up from six years of longing. Now I’ve got her here, inmybed, I want to take my time.
I sink into her slowly, making sure she feels every inch of me as I bottom out inside her tight cunt.
Lola’s mouth rounds and her fingers curl around the bed sheets.
She feels like golden heaven and sweat breaks across my brows as I hold myself still inside of her. When her hips shift, demanding more, I shake my head and pull out to the tip. “No moving, remember?”
A cute little crease appears on Lola’s forehead, but she goes still and softens beneath me.
I hum. “Better.” I slide back in as a reward and her eyes roll back. My spine tingles, the muscles in my shoulders tensing. As much as I want to drive into her hard and fast, I’ve got a point to prove.
I draw out almost all the way again, shuddering as her inner walls cling to me. I build a steady, torturous rhythm that has Lola’s neck arching and her pupils dilating. “That’s it,” I murmur. “You just lie there and take my cock like a good girl.” Her cunt tightens around me at my words and pleasure ripples up my spine.
My muscles tense as I hold myself up above her, each long, deep stroke drawing us both closer to the edge.
Lola’s soft brown eyes go glassy, our choppy breaths coalescing.
I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit, rolling circles on the hardened nub until Lola’s clenching around me.
She opens her mouth on a gasp and her gaze finds mine, desperate and pleading.
I rock my hips. “Something you want to say, Firebird?”
“Oh god, I need to come, Roman.”
