I stopped and hovered above her, our noses almost touching. "We have all the time in the world, gorgeous." I inched backward and kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed. "Why did you wear this dress?" I lifted the skirt to find the familiar purple lace panties she wore the night we made love at my house.
“Because it’s hot outside?” And I knew instantly that she was teasing me.
"I think you wore it because you wanted me to slide my hand up your thigh, like this." I smoothed a palm over her soft fleshy inner thigh. Slowly, I grazed a thumb over her sex. She moaned, and my restraint broke. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them over her legs. "Open up for me, beautiful."
Lisa separated her knees and used her fingers to inch her skirt over her waist until she was fully exposed to me.
“You shaved.”
“I thought I should be prepared.” Her eyes glittered as I moved closer. “Say something in Spanish.”
“Te quiero.”
“Something else. Something dirty.”
“¿Puedo besar tus otros labios hasta que me grites que pare?”
“Fuck yes,” she moaned.
Once I had her permission, I put my face between her open legs. Her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, beckoning me closer and I couldn't believe how much I fucking missed this.
I started by planting kisses on her stomach, slowly licking, nibbling, and sucking my way down to her pussy. I massaged and kneaded the soft, warm flesh of her thighs as she moaned and tried to wrap her legs around my head, urging me closer to her warmth. I pushed her knees further apart, and she opened like a flower.
“Cole…”
Her whisper was a plea, and I wasn't going to keep her waiting. I lowered my face between her legs and went straight for her clit, gently teasing it with my teeth and caressing it with my tongue. She spasmed almost immediately.
"Oh my fucking God." She let out a deep guttural moan that made my dick throb. I released one of her thighs, freed my cock from my shorts, and began to stroke. I was leaking cum and used it to lubricate my palm as I continued to jerk off to Lisa's moaning. Her orgasms were rolling one after the other, and the spasms made her inch up the mattress.
“Come back here, beautiful,” I growled into her glistening wet pussy as I used my free arm to wrap around her waist and pull her back into my face.
“Cole,” she moaned. “I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”
I was twirling my tongue around her opening, but I paused at Lisa’s words. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she gasped. “No!”
I laughed, then resumed stroking my dick and feasting on Lisa. My tongue swirled around her tight little asshole. My mind flashed to the night in my bathroom and the bottle of lube in my duffle bag. I wondered what would happen if I gently pressed a finger into—
Before I could finish the thought or stop myself, I exploded, grunting and swearing, into my hand, and created a puddle on the floor at the foot of the bed. Two months was too long, and I had no fucking control when it came to this woman.
"Shit, Lisa." I rested my head on her thigh to catch my breath.
“Are you okay down there?” she asked. I lifted my head and looked at her. She was wearing a self-satisfied smirk. It was as if she knew she had the power to literally bring me to my knees without lifting a finger.
"I am, but you won't be when I'm done with you." I plunged two fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding my dick into her, slowly bending them in a beckoning motion massaging her G-spot. I tossed one of her thighs over my shoulder and pressed my tongue onto her clit. Her hands flew into my hair, and I knew what or I should say, who was coming next.
I kept my fingers in her and massaged her clitoris with my thumb so I could watch her in the throes of euphoria, being careful not to get kneed in the face again. It was a beautiful sight. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was writhing and moaning as the waves of her orgasm ebbed. I loved that I could make her feel this way. I gave her this pleasure, but it paled in comparison to everything she'd given me.
We undressed and held each other as we recovered from our orgasms. Lisa flopped in my arms, and I squeezed her into me and kissed her.
“I hope the person who invented air-conditioning had a good life,” she said in a sigh.
I laughed, and she turned to face me and propped her head upon her elbow and palm.
"Hey, you told my dad you grew up in Jackson Heights. I thought you grew up in Harlem with your parents."
I sighed and grazed her arm with my fingertips. Usually, I needed a drink or two before I talked about my childhood in Queens, but Lisa made me feel safe. "My birth mother was a pregnant teenage runaway. She met some asshole at Port Authority, and she ended up with him in Jackson Heights. We met the Simmonses when my dad was assigned to be her public defender. I was about CJ's age, a little older. Whenever Crystal got into trouble or needed a break, I went to stay with him, his wife, and their daughter, and later RJ, in Harlem. I spent most of the first eight years of my life shuffled between Queens with her and Manhattan with my adopted family.
