Page 64 of When I Picture You
Renee wet her lips. “I think you like it when I’m nervous.”
Lola closed the distance between them, slid her hand to Renee’s neck, and kissed her.
Renee yielded to the smell of her perfume and the way her thick hair tangled around them like spiderwebs. Renee forgot her nerves, forgot anything but the hungry pressure of Lola’s mouth, theneedthat simmered from her fingertips to her belly to her clit.
They stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. Renee kicked off one of her sneakers as Lola tugged her in for another kiss, and she lost her balance, sending the picture on the wall swinging. Steadying them, Renee seized Lola’s waist. She guided her backward toward the bed, until Lola’s legs hit the mattress and she fell against the duvet. Renee climbed up over her, so their thighs were interlocked. Lola hissed out a breath as Renee’s body pressed against her. Renee let Lola take the lead. Her deft fingers worked through the buttons of Renee’s flannel. Lola arched off the bed as she flung Renee’s shirt to the floor and brought her mouth to her chest. Renee fell into the sensation of Lola’s teeth against her nipple through the fabric of her sports bra, of Lola’s strong hands sliding down the back of her jeans to grip her flesh, to the whisper of a moan that caught at the back of Lola’s throat with every breath.
“Fuck, Lo—” Renee pushed herself back to unfasten and shuck off her jeans. She searched for the words for what she wanted and how badly, but she was messy and desperate and all she could manage was “Lo,please.”
Lola pulled Renee back down with one hand. The other, she slipped into Renee’s underwear.
Renee cried out as Lola’s fingers brushed against her. Below her,her arms framed Lola’s face, those hungry eyes watching Renee with greedy attention. Lola’s fingers teased Renee’s folds, so tantalizingly near what Renee needed that it was almost painful. Renee’s breaths hung ragged around Lola’s name, her hips rolling with need. Then all at once, Lola sank two fingers in, bringing the heel of her hand to Renee’s clit. Renee cried out, her arms trembling. But Lola’s hand kept up that perfect rhythm, and Renee bore herself down against her—until she began to clench around Lola’s fingers. At that precise moment, Lola changed the angle of her wrist, increasing the pressure against Renee’s core. It was exactly what Renee loved, and,fuck,Lola remembered. She’d—but then Renee was plummeting over the edge of pleasure, her body and mind lost to this moment, to sensation, toLo.
Renee panted into the duvet, her body half flung over Lola’s. Their legs hung over the side of the bed—they hadn’t even made it anywhere near the pillows.
“I’ve never come that fast for anyone,” Renee whispered.
“I’ll make you wait next time.”
Renee brushed back a lock of hair that was stuck to Lola’s forehead. The night after the wedding, she’d tried to please Lola and been denied. She still didn’t know if Lola was a top or simply nervous with new partners. She could have asked what Lola wanted, what she liked. But the moment between them felt fragile, precious. She didn’t want to interrupt it with a discussion that Lola might not be prepared for.
Renee sat up. Lola pushed herself up too, then ran her palms up Renee’s back, grazing the straps of her sports bra between her shoulder blades, her touch drifting over Renee’s traps and over the swell of her shoulders.
“You’re still wearing your shoes,” Renee said.
Lola looked down. She was still fully clothed, while Renee was in her underwear. “I’m sorry, I forgot … Oh.” Lola trailed off as Reneeslid off the end of the bed and sank to her knees in front of her. Renee took Lola’s right ankle in her grasp. Lola was wearing some kind of designer hiking boot, and tomorrow, Renee would tease her about that, verbally. Now, she was going to tease her in an entirely different way. Slowly, keeping her eyes on Lola’s as much as she could, Renee worked open the knot of her shoelace.
“I can take off my own shoes.” Lola’s voice carried the hint of a nervous laugh, but her gaze was skimming over Renee’s kneeling form.
“I know,” Renee said. “But can you let me do it for you?”
Renee slipped her fingers a few inches up the opening of Lola’s jeans to caress the skin there. Lola’s nervous smile was gone. She held her lip between her teeth. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her eyes fixed on Renee, darkly curious.
Lola nodded.
“Thank you.” Renee’s voice was so low, it rasped against her throat. She pulled Lola’s boot free, then her sock. She kept her palm against the top of Lola’s foot, fingertips teasing her ankle, as she moved to the other side. Once that boot was on the floor, Renee slid her hands up Lola’s denim-clad shins, to her knees. She spread them with gentle pressure and settled herself in the space between them.
“That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was,” Lola murmured, her chest rising and falling.
Renee eased her palms up to Lola’s thighs, until her fingers twisted into the belt loops of her jeans. “Can I?”
“Yes,” Lola breathed.
Renee opened the button and zipper. Lola lifted her hips. Renee slid the jeans down. She tossed them away, then took her time trailing her fingers and palms along Lola’s soft skin. Still kneeling, she brushed the crease of Lola’s thighs, then swept her hands back to the firm globes of her ass.
Lola’s hands fisted in the duvet.
Renee pressed her body against Lola’s legs, letting Lola’s skin touch hers wherever she could. She bowed down to kiss the inside of her knee, then the rounded tops of her thighs, stopping to rest her cheek a mere inch from where Lola’s panties covered her. Wetness had soaked them through.
Renee’s eyes fluttered closed, and she drew a long, deep breath. Lola’s scent hit her like the rush of blood to her head, intoxicating and thick and sweet. Renee cursed with pleasure as her body arched involuntarily into Lola’s. Her grip on Lola’s ass was so firm, Renee felt it when the muscles flexed to meet her.
Renee wanted to bury her face in Lola. She wanted to haul Lola off this bed, rip her panties off, and feel Lola’s thighs straddling her cheeks, then work her until she was shaking and boneless. Renee wanted it so badly, her jaw was quivering.
But this wasn’t about what Renee wanted. Renee would have spent the rest of the night with her face in Lola’s pussy, but she was afraid that if she suggested it, Lola might agree just to please her. She could feel that Lola had tensed a little, even as she was obviously enjoying the attention. Renee didn’t want Lola to agree. She wanted Lola towant.
They had time to figure it out. Lola was a perfectionist, but Renee was just as dedicated to her craft.
Renee inhaled a final pull of Lola’s scent, then raised her head and stood—taking the hem of Lola’s shirt with her. Though still in her bralette and panties, Lola looked up at Renee as undone as she had the night after the wedding. She held her lip in her teeth, her breathing short. Her nipples strained against the black lace. Renee grazed the back of her knuckles over them. Lola’s breath caught in her throat as she surged forward into Renee’s light touch.
