Her dark hair falls forward, framing her face and mine. Releasing my grasp on her hair, I shift my hands and cup her cheeks, then slide my thumb across her bottom lip as I search her gaze with my own.
“It’s a lot,” I murmur. “But I’m not the first or only person to go through that.”
I watch as her tongue slides across her bottom lip, wetting it slightly before she speaks. “It’s still a lot,” she murmurs. “I never really knew my dad or my grandparents. It was only my mom and whatever guy she was dating. She ran off when I was sixteen. Then last year, I got a call from the police department in Amarillo to inform me that she was dead.”
“That’s a lot, too,” I murmur.
“We’re two people who have had a bunch of shit thrown at us,” she whispers.
Shifting my hands, I wrap my arms around her back and guide her closer to me. When I feel her lips touch mine, all thoughts of the past, of our families, vanish. Lola-Mae slips her tongue inside my mouth, tangling it with my own, and she kisses me.
LOLA-MAE
When his tongue touches mine, it’s as if something snaps inside me. Whatever grasp I had on my control has vanished. I’m no longer thinking about being poor, about scrimping and saving. I’m also not thinking about my family or the past. I’m only thinking of this moment.
Harlan rolls us over so I’m on my back, and then his mouth is no longer on mine. I feel his lips travel down my throat, sucking on the hollow right before his fingers touch the waistband of my jeans, and then he shimmies them down.
The cool air touches my skin. I’m sure I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I know nobody else is around. Not even the animals. Just us. Then I feel his mouth between my legs.
I arch my back, and my eyes slide closed at the feel of his mouth there. His tongue swirls my clit before it flattens, and then he tastes me fully. Reaching down, I grip his hair, holding him firmly as he eats me.
It’s all-consuming, the way he devours me as if he is starving and I’m the only meal available. As if I’m all that can nourish him. I’ve never felt this important in my entire life. I didn’t know I could feel important at all.
His hands grip the insides of my thighs, his fingers clenching me there as he widens me to fit his shoulders. I feel his tongue focus on my clit. He swirls and sucks, his teeth scraping the sensitive nub.
Harlan’s focus is breathtaking. I’ve never felt this way before. My heart slams against my chest, threatening to burst out of my ribcage and fall onto the ground. Lifting my hips, I meet his tongue’s touch, searching for my release, and when I’m close, he pulls away.
My eyes pop open at the same time my mouth does. I start to protest his mouth leaving, but then he climbs up my body, and I feel his hips between my legs. He’s pushed his pants down along the way, and the head of his length presses against my center.
He sinks inside me slowly, inch by inch, his eyes focused on mine and never leaving. When he’s completely buried inside my body, he doesn’t move, allowing me to become accustomed to his intrusion.
“Lola-Mae,” he rasps before he lowers his head slightly.
His lips touch mine as he begins to move inside me. Shifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist. His tongue fills my mouth, moving in tandem with his length. In and out. Steady and even. It’s absolutely amazing and sensational all at the same time.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks against my lips.
I want nothing else. I want to come for him. I want to do everything for him.
He lifts his head, his eyes staying connected to my own. His hips roll, and his pelvis grinds against my clit with each downstroke. My breath hitches as I climb closer and closer to the edge. I’m about to fall over, ready to tumble or soar.
His mouth slams down against mine as he moves harder and faster, his pelvis grinding harder and harder with each stroke.
Then it happens.
I come.
It consumes me. Goose bumps break out over every inch of my flesh. Harlan lifts his head, and his eyes stare into mine again, as they seem to continue to do each and every time they have the chance.
Then he growls as he buries himself inside me, then freezes. It’s his turn to come, filling me with his release, and it’s amazing. I feel him twitch inside me, then his lips curve up into a grin.
“I think I might come for you, actually,” I say, once I’m able to catch my breath.
Harlan chuckles, leaning down slightly, his mouth touching mine. “Later tonight, you’ll do it again, too.”
Chapter Seventeen
HARLAN
