Glorious, fantastic breasts.
Breasts that I can touch and squeeze and knead.
I take them in my hands, savoring the view of Lulu stretching her neck as she seems to revel in the sensation.
“Take my dress off now, Leo.”
Somebody bring me some water. I’m going to burn this chocolate shop down with the fire roaring in my body.
I slide her dress down farther, until it’s an emerald linen heap. She’s wearing zebra panties, and they are the cutest, unsexiest panties I’ve ever seen. Laughter bursts from my throat as I stare at the striped horse on her crotch.
“Is that a zebra or are you just happy to see me?”
“Why don’t you find out how happy I am?”
I run my hand over the fabric. “Zebra panties are officially the best thing ever.”
“Wait till you see my dolphin undies.”
“I’d like to get to know the whole safari and maritime collection.”
She laughs, and here we are laughing as we touch each other’s bodies for the first time.
I stop laughing as I cup her between her legs, feeling the dampness that’s soaked through the cotton panel where my fingers slide. I close my eyes for a moment because this is too much.
My bones hum. My mind buzzes.
Lulu wants this. Lulu wants me.
As I glide my fingers across her, she moans, and I realize she’s not far off. That knowledge thrills me.
I whisper in her ear, “Can I taste you?”
She opens her eyes. “I was hoping you would.”
“Is that so?”
Her eyes are wild beacons of desire, shining with the neon words please, please, please. “Yes. Will you?”
“You don’t have to ask. The answer for you is always yes.”
I kneel on the tiles, pull down her panties, and help her step out of them. Raising my face, I look up, drinking in the sight of her naked body, her soft flesh, her trembling skin, and her desire.
She glistens.
For me.
Only for me.
As I kiss her inner thigh, she trembles.
It hits me fantastically. That, right there. That tremble. That’s for me too.
I switch to her other thigh, and she rewards me with a shudder. I watch her, her breasts heaving, her hands rising up to her hair. She threads them through her locks, and it’s so fucking sensual it nearly breaks my resolve to make her come first, and many times.
But my resolve is steel, and Lulu is melting under my mouth.
I flick my tongue up her thigh, closer and closer.
The sounds she makes should be illegal. Moans and groans of desire, so lustful, so heady, fall on my ears, and it’s no lie to say I’ve never been this turned on.
Then I kiss her where she wants me most, and it’s everything.
It’s all the things.
It’s a storm, it’s the sky, it’s the moon.
She cries out. “Oh my God, that’s soooo good.”
That cry of pleasure? That belongs to my ears.
That full-body shudder? It belongs to me.
Her hands drop to my hair, curl around my head, and yank me close. “More, more,” she pants.
Mine, mine, I think.
As I flick my tongue across her wetness, all these sensations, all her reactions, go into a new memory bank in my head. I can drive Lulu crazy. I can make her feel this way.
