Lola tilted her head back, a sigh escaping her throat, and laughed. “Well, I do want my bride to have everything she wants.”
“You,” Brighton said, shoving off the covers to reveal Lola’s perfect body—curvy and soft andhers. “I want you.”
She slid down between Lola’s legs, looked at her for a second. God, she was gorgeous. Her underwear wasn’t anything special—pale-yellow cotton—but Brighton could see that Lola was already wet for her, and she couldn’t resist pressing her mouth to that wet spot, sucking at Lola through the cotton.
“Oh my god, Bright,” Lola said, and fuck yes, this was what Brighton needed, Lola’s hands in her hair and her name on Lola’s lips.
Brighton kissed her, lapped at her perfect pussy through her underwear, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed to taste Lola, feel her fully. She pulled her underwear off—it got stuck on her ankle, and they laughed, but soon Brighton was back in position, and Jesus Christ, that first touch. First taste. It never got old, never got so familiar that Brighton wasn’t in awe of Lola every time she buried her face between her legs like this, reveled in her smell and taste and feel.
She slid her tongue inside, just like she knew Lola liked, closed her mouth over her clit.
“Fuck,” Lola said, opening even wider for her. “God yeah.”
Brighton increased the pressure, felt her own arousal building. She wrapped her arms around Lola’s thighs, swirled hertongue, and then tilted her chin upward, sucking on Lola’s clit as she went.
Lola tensed, her hands pulling at Brighton’s hair, a whisperedyeah, yeah, yeahfalling from her mouth. Brighton didn’t let up until Lola did, kept her mouth in place even after Lola softened onto the mattress, then giggled when Brighton’s touch became too much for how sensitive she now was.
“God,” Lola said, laughing as Brighton crawled back up her body. “You’re trouble.”
“You love it,” Brighton said, her own need at a crisis point now. She was in no hurry, though. She wanted this moment to last forever.
“I do,” Lola said, then tugged at Brighton’s underwear until Brighton removed them, leaving her bare with only a T-shirt on. Lola smirked and dragged a thumb up Brighton’s center, causing Brighton to hiss a breath. Then Lola pulled one of Brighton’s legs over her so that she was straddling Lola’s stomach. The feel of Lola’s skin on Brighton’s was almost too much. She arched her head back and nearly came right there, just from the initial touch.
“That’s right, baby,” Lola said, her hands on Brighton’s hips, urging them to move over her stomach. Brighton knew Lola loved this just as much as she did, loved Brighton on top, loved the feel of Brighton’s own wetness on her skin.
Lola slid a hand up Brighton’s torso, underneath her T-shirt to cup her breasts. She tugged on Brighton’s nipples.
“Harder,” Brighton said, and Lola complied, twisting so that Brighton nearly had to cover her mouth to keep quiet.
“Shh,” Lola said, a teasing lilt to her voice, knowing that telling Brighton to be quiet only made her more desperate to beloud. Brighton leaned forward, forearms on either side of Lola’s head, and kissed Lola feverishly as she moved her body, pumping her hips for more friction.
“That’s my good girl,” Lola said, kissing her, because fuck, Brighton did have a praise kink. “That’s my perfect girl.”
Brighton moaned, burying her face in Lola’s neck, her orgasm building. She was so wet, Lola’s stomach no doubt soaked as well, and the thought made her even more desperate to come.
“Let me see,” Lola said, kissing Brighton’s neck before pushing her upright. Brighton knew what Lola wanted, so she leaned back even more, bracing her hands on Lola’s thighs behind her, baring her pussy for Lola. Lola’s eyes were fixed on Brighton’s center, watching as she dragged it over Lola’s skin, over and over.
“You’re so good,” Lola said, her hands on Brighton’s thighs. “You gonna come for me?”
Brighton nodded, her hips moving faster. Lola’s hands slid up Brighton’s thighs, closer and closer to her cunt, callused fingertips pressing harder and harder the closer she got.
“Fuck,” Brighton said. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, god, make me come. Lola.”
“Yeah? You’re ready?”
Brighton could only nod.
“I don’t know if you’re ready,” Lola said, the top energy in her surging.
Brighton whined. “Please, baby, please.”
Lola tilted her head, then slid one hand closer and closer until it touched Brighton’s cunt, her thumb dragging up her lips teasingly until settling on her clit.
Brighton imploded. She clapped a hand over her mouth, herbody still undulating over Lola, the pressure of Lola’s thumb paired with the slide of her pussy over Lola’s skin so fucking perfect that Brighton felt tears spring to her eyes. She came, and then when Lola pushed her back even more and got two fingers inside her, she came again, Lola’s name a ragged gasp on her tongue.
