She laughs a teary little chuckle. “It’s huge; it took a while. Several sessions.”
I nod, licking the dragon, top to bottom, enjoying the taste of her skin.
“The artwork is phenomenal,” I say, studying it again.
She nods. “Kiss me,” she says, pulling my head near the apex of her thighs. “We’re not here to admire artwork. You can look at the tattoo later.”
“You’re the art, doll,” I say and dive into her wet center.
I tuck her panties to the side with one finger, and my tongue meets her swollen lips. My eyes draw closed in something a lot like reverence. She’s dripping for me. With a tentative gentle lick, I let my tongue find its way inside, and Lola’s hands find the back of my head, pulling me closer to her throbbing pussy.
I moan when my tongue finds her clit, and I tease it, licking circles around it, biting it gently. This, I’m good at. I’m more nervous about what’s next, but at least I’m sure I can make her come like this.
I pull away from her for a moment, peering up at her as my index and forefinger part her lips wide for me, exposing her clit to the air. When her eyes find mine, I smile at her. “Be mine,” I order between licks.
“I am yours,” she whispers, her eyes full of emotion.
Another lick to her center. “I need you to be mine always.”
Her hand runs through my hair tenderly, reassuringly. “I am yours, Karl.”
I sigh my relief into her pussy, then come up for air again. “Marry me,” I breathe out.
Lola’s mouth falls open when she stares down at me, shocked. I take one of her lips in my mouth and suck on it, teasing her entrance with my fingers.
“Are you serious? You’re proposing while you eat me out?” Her voice is shaky as she loses all composure.
“I’m proposing over the best feast of my life,” I say, and dip my tongue between her folds again, tasting every hidden corner of her sex. “Marry me,” I say into her cunt, just loud enough for her to hear, then swirl my tongue over her engorged clit.
She moans out, letting her head fall back, ignoring the question.
I pull back again to look up at her. “Marry me?” I repeat myself.
“Can we discuss this later?” she screams, and I chuckle into her wetness again for a long moment. Maybe thisisa bad time for a proposal.
Her legs shake in my palms, and I vaguely hear her screams of ecstasy as I let myself fall into some sort of trance where all I can do is enjoy the feel and taste of her body. But I only keep licking, enjoying, feeling her come on my tongue a second time.
“Karl, I need to sit or lie down,” she says with alarm, and I open my eyes. How long have I been here, between her legs? I don’t even know. That’s how deep I’ve lost myself.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I say and stand to lead her to the bed.
I come up and over her, now completely naked, and kiss her gently, letting her taste her own wetness on my mouth for the most erotic kiss of my life. She moans into my mouth, and she’s driving me insane.
My cock is ready to explode, and I’m nowhere near being inside her yet. Just pressing it against her smooth stomach is almost enough to push me over the edge. It’s throbbing so fucking hard, I need to squeeze it to relieve pressure, but I know that simple motion will push me over before I’m even inside her. “Lola, I’m sorry,” I breathe out. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”
“Me neither,” she says a little shyly and claims my lips again, darting her tongue in my mouth, encouraging me to let myself go.
We break from our kiss, and I lean back to go grab a condom when she stops me.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Condom,” I explain.
“I’m on the pill,” she says hurriedly. “And I haven’t . . . and you haven’t . . .”
“You want to go bare?”
She nods sweetly at me, her mouth swollen and red from the long kisses at the beach and the hungrier ones when we got here. “I want to feel you. Your skin, inside me. I don’t want a condom,” she says, then adds, “if you’re okay with that.”