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There was a lump in Lola’s throat. Somehow it felt like the conversation had become about more than orgasms, and she couldn’t express why. “I guess so,” she managed to say.

“I know you do,” Renee said. “And you trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me with this. Let’s try some new things together. Maybe you’ll find something you like, or maybe you won’t, but we always have fun in bed, right?”

“We do.” Lola felt herself smile. “Okay. I think I’d like that. But I don’t want to make any promises, like if I can’t—”

“The only promise I need is that you’ll tell me what feels good and let yourself feel it. We can stop whenever you say—if you come or if you don’t.” Renee paused to lick her lips. “But I have to warn you, I can be very, very patient.”

Lola’s gaze snared on that mouth. There had been so many moments in the last few months when Renee had known just what Lola needed. Even on their first night here, she’d found a way to satisfy Lola without bringing any of this up—hell, they’d both come without even taking all their clothes off. Lola trusted Renee. And she wanted this. “Should we … start now?”

20

Lola’s heart was a mess of anticipation and nerves as she led Renee back to the bedroom. She knew she wanted this, and she trusted Renee—she just didn’t entirely trust herself. She felt naked and vulnerable even before Renee laid her back against the bed and thumbed the edge of her shirt, asking, “Can I take this off?”

Lola nodded and Renee eased it over her head. Lola hadn’t been wearing a bra and her nipples tightened instantly. Renee dropped the shirt to the floor, soon joined by Lola’s sweatpants and Renee’s clothes. Renee moved between Lola’s hips. Her hands went right to Lola’s breasts, her mouth to Lola’s lips, then her neck as she worked her way down.

Lola allowed herself to relax a little. This was familiar territory, and it felt good. Renee always felt good—the weight of her body, the brush of her short hair against Lola’s skin, the cup of her palm against Lola’s breast. She swept her thumb over her nipple, then added more pressure. Lola felt herself light up. Renee knew that Lola liked this, that her breasts were achingly sensitive.

Renee captured a nipple in her mouth, sucking and teasing until it was almost painfully taut. Lola whimpered. Each caress of Renee’s tongue sent pleasure racing through her, but there was still a small yet insistent voice in Lola’s head asking if she was behaving like Renee wanted.

Renee raised her head and met Lola’s eyes. “Breathe, Lo.”

“I am,” Lola said lightly, but her breaths were tight and fast.

Renee placed her palm against Lola’s sternum. Lola stilled.

“Breathe for real.”

Lola took a deep breath into her diaphragm, then her lungs, and watched Renee’s hand rise with her chest. Then another, encouraged by Renee’s steady gaze. She let the muscles of her back and shoulders loosen, then her hips, allowing her thighs to spread wider against the bed. Renee nestled her body between them, warm and heavy against Lola, and tantalizingly close to her clit.

“That’s my girl,” Renee said, and pinched Lola’s nipple.

The praise paired with the sensation flooded Lola with unexpected heat and her hips rolled suddenly beneath Renee. Renee’s eyes flashed and she rocked against Lola in response. Lola pressed back, seeking more contact. Renee slowly—too slowly—trailed her hand down Lola’s stomach, then lower to the crease of her hip. Renee’s hand dipped, skimming her but still not touching her enough, and Lola’s hips moved again. A mewling sound escaped her lips. Lola couldn’t remember making a noise like that before, but then again, no one had ever teased her like this.

“Not yet,” Renee breathed, then dragged her hand away. As she did, she allowed one finger to part Lola’s slit and graze her clit, and this time Lola gasped for real.

Renee shifted so her thigh was notched against Lola and, at the same time, took Lola’s hands and pinned them to the pillow beside her head. Renee’s weight lay against the length of her, pressing her into the mattress. That thigh rocked against Lola, kindling a heat that was so good, but not near enough.

Renee’s breath brushed against Lola’s ear.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” Lola gasped. It was more than okay. Somehow Renee’sweight on top of her was making Lola forget herself entirely. Her body had vanished and all that was left was pure feeling—the sensation building from her clit, the sparking in her nipples as they ground against Renee. Renee’s mouth was hot and wet on her ear, her teeth grazing the tender flesh of her earlobe. Lola cried out and hooked her leg over Renee’s for added pressure, but Renee kept her attentions on her ear until Lola was writhing against her, sweat sticking their bodies together, and Lola choked out, “Can you—”

Renee released her hand from Lola’s and used it to turn Lola’s head, giving her access to the other ear. Shivers racked Lola’s body as her now-free hand grasped Renee’s back.

“Can I what, Lo?”

“Can you touch me?”

“Where?”

Lola bit her lip, then said, “You know where.”

Renee took Lola’s mouth in a deep kiss, pressing her lips hard against her. As she did, Renee let out a deep, appreciative moan. That sound flooded Lola with renewed heat, even before Renee pulled back and said, “I’ll do whatever you want.”