Page 10 of When I Picture You
But then Lola’s hand was over hers, guiding it away, and Lola was pulling her back up into a kiss again.
“Too fast?” Renee breathed against her.
“No, I just want you first,” Lola answered. “Is that okay?”
“Of course.” It wasn’t Renee’s plan exactly, but she was flexible. If Lola didn’t want to be touched right now, she’d wait.
She lay back against the pillows. Lola had an otherworldly concentration as she pulled Renee’s panties off, then slid her hand up Renee’s thighs, parting them so that Renee was exposed to her. Renee shivered, ready.
Lola tasted her slowly at first, using her tongue to trace the length of her. Was Lola nervous—inexperienced? Renee moaned encouragingly, just in case. But then Lola drew her tongue up to Renee’s clit, closing her lips around it, and—andfuck.Renee gasped, her eyes squeezing closed. Lola had barely gotten her mouth on her and already, delicious sensation was building in her.Not inexperienced, then.Not at all. God, where had Lola learned to use her mouth like this? She’d always been a perfectionist, but this—
But then Renee wasn’t having any more thoughts. Lola slipped one finger inside her, quickly followed by another. Between her hands, strong from curling against the strings of her guitar, and the lips that sang those love songs, Renee’s need for release was accelerating. She forced her eyes open and looked down at Lola. Her hair askew and her ass rolling against the bed—not against the bed, against her own hand. Lola was working herself too, Renee realized, touching herself while she sucked Renee’s clit.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Renee ground out as she reached down, weaving her hand into Lola’s hair. Lola liked that, Renee could see from how her hips were canting. “Keep doing that. I’m coming—”
And then Lola was taking her over the edge, plunging her into waves of aching pleasure that had her heels digging into the bed. But Lola was coming too, crying out with her mouth still against Renee, her body stiffening in orgasm and then collapsing against Renee’s stomach.
Lola came up from between Renee’s thighs with her mouth glistening. She looked wild and beautiful, and Renee pulled her in for a long kiss, tasting herself on Lola’s tongue.
“That was incredible,” Renee gasped as she lay back against the sweat-damp pillows.
Lola nestled against her. “Really?”
Renee gazed down at Lola through half-lidded eyes. Lola’s dark eyes were huge and wanting. Renee traced her fingers from Lola’s hip up to her shoulder.
“The best head I’ve ever had. Honestly.”
Lola pressed herself closer against Renee and Renee thought she felt a frisson of arousal run through the other woman’s body. She tried again.
“You’re so good, Lo,” Renee murmured. Her fingertips trailed over Lola’s skin, raising goose bumps as they went. “Such a good girl.”
Lola seemed to stop breathing entirely at that.
“Your turn,” Renee said, pushing herself up on her elbows.
“It’s okay. I just came.” Lola put her hand on Renee’s chest and pushed gently. Renee, too spent to resist, fell back.
“So?”
Lola’s hand was still on Renee’s chest. She had a shadowy, almost forlorn look on her face. “Do you know how rarely I get to be with a woman?”
Renee swallowed hard. International pop stardom be damned, Lola deserved to be with a woman as often as she wanted.
“I want to make sure I remember how you taste,” Lola whispered,and Renee’s concern, along with every last coherent thought, left her head, as fresh heat flooded her body. If Lola didn’t want her to reciprocate, she wasn’t going to push it. This was a one-night stand, and Lola knew that.
Plus, it was a crime to interfere with a service top at work.
Renee moaned as Lola’s hand trailed lower. “Promise you’ll think about me when you touch yourself.”
Lola licked her lips, her eyes locked on Renee’s. “I promise.”
“Good girl.”
She’d hardly gotten the words out before Lola was on her.
