Man of the Year (2 page)

Slowly, I lift the bottom of her thin, vintage Prince t-shirt, but she doesn’t raise her arms for me to take it off, so I just slide my hand under it and smooth my fingers over her flat little stomach.

“Are we going to have time?” she says. The sound of her voice gives away how turned on she is.

“Yeah, totally,” I reply, kissing her neck again.

There’s a pre-show party tonight and we’re supposed to be there in a couple hours, but I know she wants to take time to shower and really glam up, since she’s going to be meeting a lot of people for the first time.

“James, I don’t want to have to rush when I do my hair and stuff,” she giggles when I slide my hand higher and palm her over her bra.

“Lo, we’re gonna have time,” I chuckle. “We’ve got over two hours, dude. We’ll be fine.”

She laughs and shakes her head, but then she turns around and kisses me. I’ve kissed hundreds, maybe even thousands of women in my life, but nothing compares to a kiss from Lola. Her lips are so soft, her tongue moves in a sexy way that makes my heart start pounding and she does this little thing where she trails her fingers down the back of my neck.
So hot, seriously!

This time, when I lift up her t-shirt, she lets me take it off and I get to see that polkadot bra. It’s not anything fancy, but on her it looks like a million bucks. She always thinks I’m bullshitting when I say it, but this girl could be a fuckin’ Victoria’s Secret model tomorrow. Nobody rocks lingerie or bikinis like Lola.

She looks right in my eyes when I run my fingers under the straps of her bra, tracing them from the front to the back. Her expression combines innocence and total sultriness, both qualities she just naturally exudes. She gives me these eyes like she doesn’t know what I’m going to do, but she’s excited for it and she can’t wait for me to do it. Of course, she totally knows what I’m going to do, but I think she also knows that this particular flirty look really turns me on, so she does it all the time.

I unsnap her bra and she lets it fall off her arms. She has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss me as I rest one hand on her hip and let the other roam onto her chest. Her nipples firm up instantly.
Fuck!
I think that might be my favorite thing about her body, the way she’s so responsive to my every touch. I love girls who can really let go and get into it and Lola definitely gets into it. She told me once that she’s uninhibited with sex because she trusts me a hundred percent, so she doesn’t feel like she has to be shy about anything. I remember being so psyched when she said that and feeling very proud of myself for making sure that all her sexual experiences with me were really positive and enjoyable. I think I like pleasuring her even more than she likes being pleasured and getting her off is the highlight of my day—or
highlights
, I guess I should say, because I try to do it many, many times.

“Lie down on the bed, beautiful girl,” I say softly to her, motioning with my hand.

She does and gives me the cutest smile when I lean over her and kiss her neck.

“You. Shirt off. Now,” she giggles, tugging at the bottom of my old, faded-out Rolling Stones t-shirt.

I pull it off and she looks me over. I love the way she always seems impressed with my body, even after all the times she’s seen me naked. I’m naturally pretty big, but I do hit the gym a lot and it’s nice to know that she appreciates the hard work—even though I think she’d still love me if I lost the six-pack and got all scrawny. She’s not superficial and that kind of shit isn’t a deal breaker for her.

She sits up on the bed and unzips my jeans, rubbing her hand over my crotch with just enough pressure to make me breathe deeper. She seems surprised when she feels how hard I am, but it’s really not that shocking. The girl drives me fuckin’ wild and I want her 24/7, so I can be ready to go in two fuckin’ seconds. I’m like a goddamn miracle of modern science when it comes to Lola and I think I break the rules of biology with her.

She reaches into my boxer briefs and starts slowly stroking me. Her lips drift over my stomach as she scoots a little farther forward on the edge of the bed and puts her hand on my hip to urge me closer.

When she slides my pants down, she gives me this ultra sexy look as she licks her lips.
Shit! This is gonna be so hot!

I exhale immediately when she flicks her tongue over me in this borderline unbearable tease she likes to do. It just makes me want her so much that I can hardly contain it.

Her lips slide over me as she takes me into her mouth and I can’t help but moan. She closes her eyes and gets into it and it’s totally fuckin’ incredible. It’s kind of amazing that she’d never done this at all before me.

She stroking and sucking me and I start panting. It’s too good and I’m getting too close. I don’t want to go off in her mouth, so I slowly move back and look down at her.
Your turn, baby
.

She already knows what I’m planning to do, so she scoots back on the bed and props herself up on her elbows so she can look down her body at me. I kneel at the edge of the bed and slide her panties down her legs before I give her a sexy grin and start kissing the insides of her thighs, behind her knees, across her pelvis, around her hips and everywhere
but
the place she really, really wants me to go.

“Open up for me, sexy girl,” I whisper to her as I ease her legs open a little more.
Fuck! I love this view!

She gives me a breathy moan right away when I put my mouth on her and start licking her. She makes these cute whiney noises when I stop every few seconds to kiss the insides of her thighs.
Two can play the teasing game, little lady!

Her hand comes down and brushes through my hair before her fingers tangle into it a little more. I love when she gets aggressive about it and goes for what she wants. I never have to worry about her withholding information about what she likes because she’ll always tell me, whether it’s with words or just through her body’s natural impulses.

“Mmm, yes,” she breathes as her hips rock.

Slowly, I slide my finger over her entrance before easing it into her. I find that I always try to be as gentle as humanly possible and take everything really slow with her. She’s got attitude for days and she could probably kick somebody’s ass if she needed to, but I’m so much bigger than her physically that I view her as this fragile little treasure during sex and I have a total irrational fear of hurting her—at least according to what she says. She teases me sometimes for how cautious and careful I am with her, but I can’t help it. How else are your supposed to make love to an angel?

I stroke her spot and the pre-shakes start. I like watching this whole process unfold. It’s like I can see the pleasure running through her. A couple seconds later, she whimpers and shivers as she comes.
That’s right, Lola. I'll always make you feel good.

Normally, I’d go for multiples, but I know we’re short on time, so I kiss my way back up her body until I’m ghosting my lips up and down her throat.

I lower myself against her and shift so I can enter her, but she objects and taps my shoulder.

“Condom,” she says in this ultrasexy, husky, horny voice.

“Come on, Lo, let’s just do this” I mildly whine.

“Get one,” she smiles a little apologetically.

She’s been kind of psycho about this since we started. Sure, for the first few weeks, I understood it, but it’s been three months and I want to graduate from the condom stage. I’ve been tested about eight zillion times and she’s been on the pill since she was 16, so there’s really nothing to worry about, but she’s pulling a Gandalf—
you shall not pass!

I make a really exaggerated sigh of frustration and then go over to my suitcase to get one from the giant selection of condoms I brought along with us. This is sort of our favorite activity, so we tend to do it a lot—like, a
lot
!

She giggles at my overplayed annoyance as I roll it on. She knows I hate that we still have to use these, but she also knows that I don’t hate it too much because putting on a condom means that I get to have sex with her, so the reward far outweighs the inconvenience.

“Happy now?” I tease.

“Yes, very,” she laughs.

“Do you see how this breaks the rhythm of things?” I smirk, rubbing myself over her, but not yet entering her.

“Oh, whatever!” she giggles. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Do you see how you have to wait longer when you make me go get a condom? See what a waste of time this is when we both know we’re clean and we don’t need these?” I continue to tease.

She makes a whiny noise and tries to shift her hips, but I pull back before she can get me inside her.

“You do realize that by delaying this you’re really only hurting yourself,” she smirks with a raised eyebrow. “I could get up and take a shower right now, but you’re the one who will be sitting here with a hard-on and nobody to help you take care of it,” she laughs.

“Alright, you make a good point,” I chuckle.

“Then don’t keep me waiting, stud,” she says seductively before she grabs me and kisses me.
Aggressive and sexy. I love that shit!

I move very slowly as I slip inside her, making sure not to push too hard too fast. Again, she’s small and I used to do fuckin’ porn, for Christ’s sake, so I’m definitely above average in the dick department and I don’t want to rush it.

I like to look in her eyes during this part, to watch the expression on her face when I’ve finally filled her. It’s really beautiful and it gives me an intense feeling of intimacy, like I’m completely bonded with her on some whole other level. Lola’s the only girl I’ve ever had that with, that kind of warmth that sort of spreads out from your heart and makes you feel like you and her are the only two people on earth.

I start to move and she starts to pant. I bend my head down so I can kiss her neck, then I straighten up so I can kiss those luscious lips of hers. Her arms pull me tighter against her and her ankles press against my hips as she rocks along with me. Her hand slides up my back and tangles into my hair when I move to kiss her neck again and I love it because I can hear her sweet, feminine little moans against my ear. Listening to a girl’s noises has always been one of my favorite parts of sex, but that increases a gazillion-fold when it’s Lola making those noises.

“I love you, my beautiful girl,” I whisper to her. “I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I’ll love you forever, Lola. Forever and ever.”

I get crazy sentimental with her when we’re doing it. I always make these big proclamations of love and vows to be with her forever. It’s all totally true, though. I will love her for the rest of my life—and if there’s an afterlife, I’ll love her there too.

She likes when I tell her stuff like this during sex, which is perfect because I love telling her. I say this kind of thing to her all the time, but sometimes I feel like she only takes it seriously when I’m making love to her. Maybe that’s the only time she can literally feel how much I love her.

This is the kind of shit that makes sex with Lola so awesome. I have done some serious fucking in my day—we’re talking insane positions, two and three girls at a time, bondage, toys, hot tubs, elevators, beaches, in the back of a van driving down the street while a dude in the front seat filmed it, all kinds of completely unconventional stuff. But everything’s different with Lola. It’s intimacy, and I’ve learned that intimacy can be some powerful shit.

“Mmmmm! Yes … oh!” she starts to whimper. “James, it’s gonna happen too fast. I want … I want you to come with me.”

“I will, baby,” I smile at her.

“You’re … mmm! … you’re gonna make me come too quickly,” she pants.

“That’s ok, my gorgeous girl,” I whisper to her. “Go ahead and come. I’ll keep you going and then I’ll come with you.”

She likes when we both come at the same time, but I usually make her come first. I'm not sure if it’s because I know exactly what feels good to her or if it’s because she gets incredibly sensitive with me, but I can almost always get her off long before I’m ready to go. It’s awesome, though, because Lola’s one of those multiple orgasm kind of girls and the more I give her, the more intense they get. Usually, by the third or fourth one, she’s squeezing me so hard that I have no choice but to come. I’ve never been with a girl whose body felt more perfectly matched for mine.

“Oh!” she moans louder as she tenses up. “James!”

Fuck! You know I love it when you say my name like that, Lo.

Her heels press into me to push me deeper and her arms wrap around my waist to pull me against her as her body totally explodes with shivers. She moans in this soft, sweet way that’s really delicate, but simultaneously all lustful euphoric. She also smiles when she comes, which is so hot to me. I like when she gets this big, beaming grin on her face like I’ve just sent her into the fuckin’ stratosphere.

“Yes, my sweet angel,” I whisper against her neck, feeling my muscles starting to tighten. “Feel it, baby.”

She whimpers loudly and I can feel her pulsing inside, which pushes me over the edge. I pant and moan her name as I give her everything I’ve got left and then rest on top of her out of breath.

She turns her head and starts kissing my shoulder and my neck as I brush my hand up and down her thigh. There’s always a lot of after-sex caressing for us. That and a lot of meaningful glances and soft kisses. That’s the whole intimacy part of it, the part that’s new for me and that I’m totally into. I find that the post-sex period can be just as good as the during-sex period with her because we have this closeness that makes every little touch of her fingers feel special.

“I love you, Lola,” I smile after a deep breath.

“I love you too, James,” she giggles.

I’ve noticed that she can be a little hesitant to tell me she loves me, though I don’t think it’s a conscious decision. Usually, she just says “I know” or gives me a kiss, but if we’re in bed together, then she’ll say it out loud to me—hell, sometimes she’ll scream it.
A couple good orgasms and the truth comes out, eh, baby?

I know she does love me, but I kind of think she’s afraid to lay it out there. What we have is so new that I think it scares her to admit how deep it is. Me, on the other hand, I love saying it to her and I tell her every chance I get. I’ve never been in love before, never even had a serious girlfriend, and the whole thing is totally sweet for me. If I had my way, I’d put up fuckin’ billboards and start running TV commercials to tell everyone how much I love her.