Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (19 page)

YUP! Okay, I’m officially going to die!
Lola thought to herself.

“You smell like sex. I like it.” Wes whispers between kisses of her covered treasure. Slowly he raises his hands to her waistband, undoing the button easily. Still kneeling in front of her, he slowly pulls the denim down over her hips until they pooled at her feet. Helping her keep balance, he assists her in removing her jeans while her shoes stayed in place. Once both feet are free, he stands, grabbing the hem of her shirt and slowly, as if savoring the sight of her first almost complete exposure to him. Once the top was free of her hair, he let it fall to the floor, to be forgotten, like her pants. Finally, Lola is stripped of most her clothes. Wes placed a kiss on her forehead before taking several steps backwards.

Lola stood self-conscious and concerned over her selection of come-and-get-me-attire. Between her long black hair flowing down from the top and the silver sequined heels at her feet, her strapless black and white polka dotted long line bra covered but emphasized all her glorious exposed skin. The wide white lace lining the trim of the cups only pronounced the full skin in its confines. The cup sexily pushed up naturally bountiful breasts that just called for their release. The elongated garment did not in any way lessen the sex appeal it offered; especially on Lola. Forcefully, Wes commanded his gaze to go lower, and was sure his heart would just stop. From the front, her sweet center was covered in a simple black triangle that fit perfectly. However, it was the beautiful small knots at each of her hips, which did him in. Where wide black fabric covered the front, three small strings jetted out from the knot and vanished from his view, as they hugged around her delectable curves.

Quietly, but with a voice filled with authority, Wes said, “Turn around, Lola.”

Without missing a beat she did as he asked, focusing on a blinking red light from a far off tower, out through the window. She knew he saw what he wanted to see. The third flat knot where the three small strings met turned into one, which rode the line of her ass cleft where it disappeared completely underneath. Running his fingers along the path of the single string, he caressed her cheeks rhythmically.

“You do know how to dry a man’s mouth, don’t you?” he whispered.

Lola’s eyes focused on the beat of the red light blinks, and as his fingers rubbed along the string of her thong, she was hypnotized. It seemed the more she could feel his fingers touch the quicker the light flashed, pulsating until it was almost a solid red light. Then Wes pulled his finger away, Lola noticed the light returned to its original rhythm. She was just about to turn around to face him, when suddenly, his palm connected to her right cheek with a stinging sensation.

With a sudden intake of breath at the surprise, she turned to look at him over her shoulder and was met with deep blue eyes and a tense jaw.

Wes’ eyes emphasized his silent instruction not to move. He took several steps back and let his eyes fall to the red outline of his hand on her ass; a symbol of his possession. He was tempted to mark the other side as well. Later, he thought. For now, he would test the water to her level of willingness.

“Sit on the bed, Lola.” He ordered.

Lola did as she was told, sitting on the edge with her feet firmly on the floor. She looked up at him, concerned, but excited to know what was next.

“No, in the middle. Get comfortable. Adjust the pillows to support you.” He said, as he walked to the head of the bed, pushing different sized pillows towards her, creating a wall to support her back.

When he ensured she was comfortable he walked to the window and looked out, calling upon his restraint. After a few moments, he turned and locked his jaw at the sight of Lola on his bed. How he wanted to go to her but this needed to be done. He needed to know she was with him all the way and willing to do as she was told. He sat in the bounded-leather armless chair that faced the bed. Slouching to ease the discomfort of his pants, he looked at her. Just memorizing her features, knowing the longer he remained silent the more awareness that was consuming her. Finally, when the twitch of her pulse in her neck beat quickly, Wes broke his silence.

“I want you to get yourself off.” He said huskily as he watched his words register to her. “Lola, it wasn’t a suggestion.”

Wes watched as pink flooded her cheeks but he knew by her stare that she wasn’t against it.

Lola lowered her hand to her panties and lightly touched herself through the material.

“No clothing. Take them off.” He commanded sharply.

Lola’s stomach began to turn. Could she do this? Would she cower or would she push her limits for this experience? Lola lifted up, sliding the panties down and removed them along with her shoes. With both feet planted on the mattress, she looked straight at Wes as she began to rub herself.

She started slowly with one finger. As her body started to respond to the stimulation, she quickly added another finger to help create the feeling she needed. Never once did Wes acknowledge any sort of reaction; never moved, just continued to watch. Soon her body began to crave intensity and speed that she was useless to fight. Foregoing the need to keep up appearances for her show, she let the animalistic need takeover, becoming selfish in her intent. Her fingers danced over her sensitive flesh. Her head tilted back as the sounds from the back of her throat starting spilling out. With her eyes squeezed shut to tighten her concentration she fingered herself, feeling her wetness increase with every pass of her touch. Lola tried biting her lip to hold her scream in, but just like her inability to stop herself before, she could not control the moans escaping her.

Watching Lola pleasure herself had to be one of the most erotic sights of his life. Her delicate tissues were prepping for its natural release and fuck his resolve to simply be the spectator. Breaking the distance, he kneeled on the bed, moved her fingers from her center and brought them to his mouth, sucking off all of her juice. Lola was startled, but hardly disappointed. Him, this, is what she wanted and needed. She widened her thighs allowing him as much room as she could. Their eyes locked as he slowly lowered his head and began to feast on her. His tongue and fingers began their own erotic torture. His lavish attention to her clit and opening was exciting yet excruciating. He would bring her to the brink and then lessen his force and pressure so she would begin to climb down from her breaking point. He would alternate between one finger, two or three; never keeping a steady rhythm but it only added to the carnality of the moment. His moans mingled with hers, as he enjoyed her delicacy.

Lola’s hands moved to her covered nipples as she pulled and tugged giving her body any sort of additional sensation. She lifted her legs, curling them around his muscular back, trying to pull him closer to her. Finally, when she was sure she could take no more, her orgasm slowly began to rumble to life. With her ass completely off the bed now, using his back as leverage, she brought her sweetness as close to his oral perfection demanding her release. She was like a volcano, erupting as her cream flowed freely. She collapsed against the soft mattress and was sure the room was spinning. Her breath heaved out from her chest and she no longer had any saliva left in her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her lower half was still attached except that she could vaguely feel Wes drinking greedily.

What seemed like an eternity but was only truly a couple of minutes, Wes started the lazy slow journey up her body. Leaving a trail of his kiss and her essence mixture. When he reached her face, he chuckled as he noticed her eyes were still closed. He continued his lip touching exploration along her neck, over her collar and breastbone. Finally nudging her chin with his nose, her beautiful gray gaze fluttered to life.

“Finally. It had been too long since I got to see those beautiful stormy depths of yours.” He said, as he left a not so gentle kiss on her lips.

Lola returned his kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on his mouth.

“Now let the fucking begin.” He growled, completely unashamed.

“What!?! You’ve got to be kidding. I can’t do anything after…after that!”

“Oh, I bet you can. In fact, I’m going to prove it to you,” he answered as he forcefully pulled her upward, so he could reach the back closure of her bra. With ease of knowledge, in a moment he had the clips undone and her bra tossed over his shoulder. He was finally able to see Lola completely topless, and he realized his imagination did her no justice. The milky white twin globes were firmer than he had thought, yet still naturally slack. Her dark colored nipples were large and perfectly proportioned to her large breasts.

“Beautiful! I knew you would be.” He said huskily before taking one into his mouth.

Lola could feel life coming back from her lower half as this new delicious torture started another effect of sexual awareness.

Wes licked, sucked and nibbled, loving how she responded to him so easily. Her moans of pleasure were his provocation to never stop. Once he gave enough attention to the first he moved to the second. Repeating his sensual assault and enjoying her blooming with new found need to combust.

Lola held his head to her, physically telling him how much she was enjoying this and how she never wanted this to end. Son of a bitch, he was right, she wanted him again, only moments after that colossal orgasm. Her center began to throb with need for attention.

“Oh, God, Wes, I want you.”

Stopping his current task he lifted his face to look down at hers. “Ask me for it, Lola.”

“I want you.” Lola repeated.

“Ask for it.”

What does he mean, ask for it, what the hell did he think she was doing
? Then Lola thought what his words meant. In the silence of the room, she looked at this man, this God, and said huskily, “Fuck me. Fuck me, sir.”

His mouth was on hers instantaneously. Deeper and hungered more than ever before. Using his body, he pushed her further into the bed. Alternating between her mouth, her breasts and her neck, his lips continued to roam everywhere, as did her hands. She touched him everywhere, memorizing every muscle, every imperfection in his skin. Finally, with the vibration calling from her center, Lola moved her hands down to his waistband, undoing the snap and zipper. He jumped back as if he had been burned, quickly ridding himself of his clothing, offering Lola’s first look at him in all his glory.

Just like a God would be frozen in marble, Wes stood before her erect and ready. His cock was huge, bulging with engorged veins and strained coloring. Unconsciously, Lola licked her lips.

“Oh, you definitely will have that fucking perfect mouth on me soon enough, but right now, I want you on your back and me between your legs.” Catlike, he walked toward her and the bed, slowly crawling up her until he was cradled between her thighs.

In one hard quick thrust he was buried inside her. Each began to move selfishly wanting and demanding their own release. The erotic sounds of fucking filled the room; headboard banging into the wall, a slight squeak of the mattress and skin slapping skin. Her moans were answered by his mumbled curses. On more than one occasion, one or both would call for divine intervention.

Wes moved his forearms under each of her thighs opening her more to him then bring his hands close to her hip, effectively grinding into her as deeply as this position would allow.

Lola called out her release a minute after his deepened assault. Moments later, Wes followed her into completion, collapsing onto her, spent and satisfied. Having mercy on her, he at least adjusted her legs to a more comfortable position, but his body remained covering her. With his head buried in her neck, he found peace in the erratic beat of her heart and her shallow breaths.

When her pulse returned to a more normalized beat, she was aware of Wes’ roaming hands.
He had to be kidding, I mean, even Gods must have limits. Well, if they don’t, this Diakonos did
.

“You have soft skin, perfect tits, and I like the smell of me on you.” Wes whispered as he gently caressed her breast.

“Please, I jiggle like Jell-O.” Lola answered sarcastically, shoeing his hand away from what she had no doubt he was trying to do.

Laughing at her obvious catch of his intentions, he lifted up so he could look into her eyes, “Yes, but Jell-O melts on your tongue, let’s see if you do too…oh yes you do indeed!” he said cockily as he licked her nipple.

After many attempts of halting his intent of arousing her again with times of indulgence between, finally he conceded and lay on the bed next to her, just enjoying the view of her beauty.

“You hungry?” Wes asked feeling starved himself suddenly.

Actually she was. They had pretty much skipped out on dessert and dinner seemed like ages ago. As if timed perfectly, Lola’s stomach growled, embarrassing her.

“I think that is a yes.” Wes answered as he laughed. He rolled off the bed and strolled to the door in his nudity, perfectly at ease. When Lola didn’t make any motion to move, Wes turned back, leaned on the door frame and looked toward his bed at the sexy creature in it. “You coming?”

“No, but I did for the third time not ten minutes ago?” She said knowing she played on his words. At the look on his face, Lola couldn’t help but laugh, lifting her knees up toward her chest as the rumbles of hysteria took over.

Her laughter made him happy. He strode back to the bed, giving her his most stern look, and it didn’t make a bit of difference, she just continued to cackle uncontrollably. Finally, Wes couldn’t help but laugh too, which then turned into giving her something to laugh about, as an all-out tickle war pursued.

After letting her think she had the upper hand for a few seconds, finally, Wes had her tackled as he straddled her waist and pinned her arms to the bed. “You done?” he asked trying to sound stern but failing miserably. She just continued to giggle. “You done?” Now she was snorting from laughing so hard, gasping for breath as she struggled to move. “Sunshine, this is a bad position for you. I’m two seconds away from saying screw the snack break and just taking you again right now. Your choice.”