Page 65 of When I Picture You
Renee grinned. “You liked that?”
Lola answered by tearing the bralette over her head and pullingRenee’s hands to her breasts. Renee rolled Lola’s nipples between her fingers. Lola’s face crumpled as she whined with pleasure. Lower, Lola’s thighs pressed together, seeking friction.
“Do you remember our first night together, how you were touching yourself while you went down on me?”
Lola nodded.
Renee kept her fingers toying with Lola’s nipples, firing sparks of pleasure through her.
“Can you do that now?”
Lola’s hand shot to her pussy. Her hips canted off the bed as she rubbed at her clit. As she got closer, her breathing went ragged, and she pressed her face into Renee’s stomach.
“That’s it,” Renee breathed. “Just like that.”
Lola snaked her free hand around and sank it into Renee’s ass, pulling her against her. Fuck, that was hot. She couldn’t see Lola’s face but could feel her hot breath—could hear how completely wet she was. She was still teasing Lola’s nipples, and they were rock hard.
“You’re doing so good. I can tell you’re close.”
Lola’s body rocked. “I am,” she choked out.
“Tell me how close.”
“I’m so—I’m almost—”
Renee wove a hand into Lola’s hair. She wanted to see Lola’s face as she orgasmed—it would probably push Renee over the edge again herself—but she wasn’t sure if Lola would want that.
“Then come for me.”
Lola jerked, gasped, then whimpered. Her body went rigid, arching into Renee’s. Renee bit into her own cheek as Lola cried out once, then again, and with a final shiver, went limp against her.
WHENRENEE CAMEback from the kitchen with two glasses of water, Lola’s hair was splayed across the pillow. Her eyes were closed, herexpression relaxed. A sheen of sweat glistened over her chest. Renee’s heart stuttered to see her like that—not only gorgeous and half-naked, but languid and easy, all the rigid scaffolding of Lola Gray cast off and scattered across the bedroom floor or left back in Los Angeles. Just Lo.
Renee knew she’d do anything to keep her feeling like that.
Then Lola opened her eyes. Her gaze slid over Renee, still standing in the doorway.
“What’s wrong?” Lola asked.
“Nothing. Everything’s perfect.”
“Then stop staring at me and come here.” Lola licked her lips. “I’ll go slower this time. If you’re ready again.”
Renee absolutely was.
19
Lola woke with her face buried in Renee’s neck. She was curled against Renee’s body like a melted big spoon, her stomach pressed into the mattress but her arm and leg splayed over the woman breathing evenly next to her.
Stars shot through her chest as she remembered last night. The kiss she’d waited for since she’d written “Star Sign”—a kiss that felt like finally being seen, without having to hide or pretend or impress. Like getting exactly what you wanted, without having to ask for it at all.
Then afterward … Lola had imagined having sex with Renee many times. Hell, she’d actually done it before. And last night still managed to be better than any of that. Never had she imagined Renee begging for her touch, or the vulnerable way Renee cried out as she came. And then, what she did next—Lola had never fantasized about anything like that at all. It had been as if Renee wanted to serve her, and it had made her feel safe and wildly desperate at the same time. No one had ever made her feel that way—none of the men she’d dated, including Kyte, and certainly not Ava.
Lola grinned as she tried to extricate her limbs from Renee’s without waking her.
“Where’re you going?”
“Getting up.”
