************Hey all!!! Chapter two is here. Hopefully it won't take too long for it to be posted. I love the feedback. Thank you all so much! They are always appreciated.**************
"Laird..." Lola found herself stuttering. She never stuttered. "I...don't know what to say. I...God...I can't believe...this is too...I can't. I can't do this."
"Can't do what?" he asked, his accent thick with unrealized passion. "Can't explain yourself? Can't own up to how you shat all over me? All over us? Can't be honest about how right it all was? How much you wanted me? Want me still? I can see it in the way you're standing. Hear it in the way your voice falters. I can smell it on you, Lo. Smell how much you want my hands and mouth all over you; my cock buried inside you."
Laird had managed to cross the room to her during his speech. Lola shivered as he clasped her arms and pulled her to him. "You know you want this" he whispered, running his lips up and down the side of her neck. "You know you want me, the way we'd always talked about. I know it all, Lo. I know all of your deepest wants and desires; your cravings and fantasies. I can make them come true. All you have to say is yes. Say it, Lo. Say you want this as much as I do."
Neck arched, Lola moaned. Laird had moved past her neck. His lips now grazed the tops of her breasts sending shivers up and down her spine, making her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten. Heat continued to profuse her body as Laird kept at his slow, unrelenting assault on her pliant body.
"Say it. Say you know how it could be. How it was always meant to be between us. Say it, Lo. Say it!"
"Yes, okay! Yes, I was wrong! Yes, I fucked you over and fucked us up! And yes, I'm sorry for it every day! Is that what you want to hear? Does that make you happy?!?"
"No." he growled. "It makes me hard."
With that, Laird pulled her body flush against his and began to plunder her mouth. His tongue explored her, thoroughly. Fingers twining in her hair, he held her head still and took what he wanted. Let her know that he wasn't going to let her walk away from this. Not again. Lola groaned her agreement into his mouth, urging him on.
Lola was drowning in the sensations Laird was creating and found her hands exploring him as well. She couldn't get enough of touching him but couldn't concentrate. His hands were building fires everywhere they went, making her weak and achy. She hadn't felt like this in...well, in six years. The feelings were even more intense with him there. She couldn't believe she'd walked away from him, from them. She felt so stupid. And horny. At least she could finally do something about both of those things.
Throwing all regard to the wind, Laird ripped Lola's blouse open letting the buttons fly. Now Laird was the one catching his breath. Lola was even sexier than he'd ever really imagined. Her body was perfect. She was curved in all the right places with dips and valleys like a woman should have. Her D-cup breasts were full and firm. Encased in the black lace bra, they begged to be worshipped; licked, laved, sucked, teased, tormented. And Laird was just the one to do it.
He began by running his tongue along the edge of the lace cups. As he licked one, he tweaked the other nipple with his dexterous fingertips. Once her chest was heaving, Laird slowly peeled the cups away from her ample breasts. He moistened each nipple in turn, playing and teasing, making Lola squirm and moan.
"That's right, love. Moan for me."
Lola couldn't believe the feelings Laird was creating. Even though his hands were on her, she couldn't get enough. She was wet and aching, wanting more of him. Wanting to see him, feel him.
"Laird. Laird, I need you. I need you inside me" she gasped out, naked from the waist up.
