Page 116 of Road Trip to Forever
“I want you to fuck me,” she says in a tone so low and seductive, I think my eyes roll to the back of my head.
She lies on the bed, her knees bent and one hand on the inside of her thigh, gorgeous body on display. I love every inch of her. Every stretch mark, every freckle, every mole. The sexy skin on her stomach and her thighs, a place for me to hold onto later when she’s riding me.
“I can do that,” I say through a strained breath. I pull my own robe off and toss it to the floor. “But I want to make you come first.”
“You don’t have to, Patrick. I—”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I do things because I want to, not because I have to?” I fold my hands around her thighs and spread her legs. “Hold on to the headboard, honey, and don’t think about letting go.”
Her whimper echoes through the room and her hands fumble up the wooden backdrop behind her, fingers curling over the edge.
I want to be inside her more than I want almost anything else in this world, but I don’t want her to feel any pressure while she’s on top of me. I want her to enjoy and let go, uninhibited and free, and that will be easier for her if we start with what we both know works between us.
“I liked what you did the other night,” Lola says. “With your fingers and tongue. Together.”
“Yeah?” I move down the bed until I’m between her parted legs. A bead of sweat rolls down her calf and I lick it away. “What else did you like?”
“I liked when you’re inside me.”
I run my hand up her thigh and stroke her clit with my thumb. She’s already wet, just my words turning her on. “That’s good to know. Let’s play a game. Each thing you tell me that you enjoy in bed is another finger inside of you, Lola. You took two so well. Do you think you could take three?”
“I like when you’re in control,” Lola almost shouts. Her chest rises and falls. I prop up on my elbow to look at her andfuckshe’s decadent like this. Spread out andbeggingfor it.
“Atta girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask, slipping my pointer finger inside her. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning at how tight she is. I pull my finger all the way out before pushing inside her again. “What else do you want to tell me?”
“I like…” She stops to take a breath. “I like when you talk to me. Like right now. I don’t…” She stops again and squeezes her eyes shut. “I don’t want a full narration, but I want to know how I feel. How it makes you feel. If I’m doing good.”
“You want me to tell you how wet you are? How your pussy makes me hard just by looking at you? Should I say how hot I think it is when you get needy?” I add a second finger and her moan is music to my ears. Her legs open wider. She lifts her hips, fucking my finger instead of letting my finger fuck her. “There you go, Lola. Taking me like such a good girl.”
“Patrick.Please.”
“Please what? Give me one more, honey, so I can add a third finger and make sure you’re ready for my cock.”
“I like when you aren’t nice,” she blurts out. I move my free hand to her stomach, rubbing circles over her belly button as I kiss her hip bone. “When you’re wild. It’s hot to know I make you that way.”
“Ah, Lo. You make me dizzy out of my mind. Deep breath, love.Fuck yes,just like that.” I bend forward, my tongue tasting her as I add a third finger.
The room around me spins. I’ve never tasted something so delicious. She’s soft and warm and I want to sink into her and stay there forever.
I feel her tighten around me. Her ankles hook around my shoulders, driving me deeper into her.
She’s close.
“Greedy,” I murmur against her, my tongue lapping up every drop she’s willing to give me. I’m desperate, determined to watch her finish and willing to do whatever it takes to get her there.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers. “Patrick.”
“I’ve got you, Lola. You can let go,” I whisper back, and that’s when she reaches the peak, an orgasm racking her body and turning her into an exhausted pile of limbs on the mattress as she moans and whimpers a collection of sounds I keep for myself.
I work her through the high, my tongue easing up and my fingers slowing down until all I hear is her huffing uneven breaths of air as she tries to calm down. I kiss her knee. Her thigh. Her hips and her stomach. I work up her body and kiss her chest and that spot on her neck I love. I reach her mouth and kiss her lips, smiling and pulling back when she lets out a content sigh.
“That was… Yeah.” Lola nods and keeps her eyes closed, humming softly. “You’re a miracle worker.”
“No. I pay attention,” I say, tucking a piece of sweaty hair behind her ear. The room feels stifling, the best kind of warmth. “I listen and I take mental notes.”
“Thorough notes,” she says, her left hand sliding down the headboard.
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
