Well this one ended up being a whole lot more story and setup than I originally planned lol. I didn't even realize just how deep into that side of things I'd gone until everything was said and done, although I can't say I'm unhappy with the final result. Hopefully y'all enjoy what I've cooked up here too!
Oh and just like the other story released today this one is a sequel so I definitely recommend checking out the previous one first. You can find that one here!
Lola might've been able to hide what she'd done with his best friend from Mateo but she couldn't hide it from herself. No matter how hard she tried to forget about that crazy night with Marques it always came flooding back to her at the worst possible times. While she was at work, while she was driving, while she was laying in bed at night pointedly trying to think of anything else! There was no forgetting the lines she'd crossed with a boy she'd known since he was fourteen years old and there was no ignoring all the shame and guilt and regret she felt for crossing that line. Not even after a month of trying to move past it however she could.
Maybe if she hadn't seen Marques nearly every day she would've had an easier time of it. Maybe if she hadn't been around him almost constantly she could've forgotten about that night a little more. But unless she wanted Mateo to realize something was wrong she had to keep going like nothing was wrong. As if she hadn't slept with his best friend.
Marques certainly didn't want Mateo to catch on to the awkwardness festering between them. Even if he would've given anything in the world to avoid seeing Mrs. Oviedo as often as he did. But for all his efforts to avoid running across her he just couldn't stay away. Nowhere near as often as he liked and certainly nowhere near as often as they both needed. His entire life was so closely intertwined with Mateo and his mother's he'd have to move to a whole different city to avoid them. A totally, unacceptably drastic solution he was left considering more and more every day.
Really every time he saw her for so much as a second. Trying to act normal when he was suddenly awash in memories of their passionate night together was borderline impossible. He didn't know how she was keeping everything together but Marques always felt like he was being as obvious as could be any time he was near Mrs. Oviedo. It didn't matter if he was just passing her in the hallway as she hurried off to work while they were coming back from the gym. Or if they saw one another for less than a second when she disappeared into her room while they were walking into the apartment. Every single time he was reminded of her he imagined what'd happened in vivid detail. And when they weren't around each other he was left stewing in the emotions their little affair had left him with. The good and the bad. Though it was a whole lot easier to focus on the bad when she was avoiding him like the plague and he was doing the same.
“Is something up with you man?” Mateo finally asked, breaking the lengthy silence that'd stretched out between them after Marques had briefly locked eyes with his mother when they came back from the gym, “You've been acting really fucking weird lately.”
“I-I don't—weird how?”
“I don't know, you're just acting all... you're just acting weird!” He exclaimed, half laughing as he spoke and staring at his friend for a few seconds.
“Nothing's wrong.” Marques replied in a voice that couldn't be less convincing.
“Really?”
“Really. Everything's fine man. I've just been... tired... you know?”
“Tired? For like a month?”
“Yeah... I'm not getting great sleep and I think it's fucking with my head a little...”
“Yeah you've definitely been out of it!” Mateo agreed. Taking a few more bites of the food they'd picked up on the way home he looked at Marques again and added, “So is that what you're going with then?”
“What d'you mean?” Marques nervously replied, very deliberately ignoring his friend's gaze as he idly picked at his food.
Scoffing at him and taking a swig of beer Mateo just shook his head, “Sounds good man... just let me know when you want to talk about what's really bothering you.”
“Yeah... I will...”
Feeling more guilty than ever as she listened to their conversation through her ever so slightly cracked door Lola shut it as quietly as she could and sat down on the edge of her bed. Though she didn't have any idea how Marques was really feeling, and there was no chance she could ask him, it was easy enough to assume. Especially after that little exchange and how he'd sounded. Which of course just made her feel that much worse!
Slowly falling back onto her bed and covering her face with both hands Lola could only sigh. Much as she wished she could say that one night of fun hadn't been worth everything that came after she honestly couldn't. She'd tried more times than she could count and she'd done her absolute best to convince herself in the days and weeks since their little fling. Hell she'd even hooked up with a few more guys just to try and clear her head and replace Marques' spot in her mind. But there was no way to ignore just how good it'd actually felt. Just how completely amazing it'd been. And that just made everything else so, so much more complicated.
Another, much less tense conversation started up outside her room but Lola didn't have the wherewithal to eavesdrop on them again. Not when it would inevitably lead to another spiral of guilt, fantasizing about their night together, and even more guilt caused by those memories turned fantasies. She'd had enough of that for a lifetime and she wasn't about to subject herself to even more if she could do anything to avoid. Although hiding in her room like some scared little child trying to avoid responsibility didn't sit right with her either. But between the options she had that was the only one that made any sort of sense. And it was the only one she even remotely considered as the muffled conversation continued for a while longer. Only when it finally came to an end and she heard the sound of the front door closing did she dare hope something had changed.
“Maybe they finally left...” She thought, perking up and even sliding off her bed to tiptoe over to the door, “I don't hear anyone out there...”
It was hard to remember the last time she'd felt like such a massive idiot as she slowly opened the door again and listened for any sign of Marques. But it was easy enough to ignore that embarrassment if it saved her from an even worse one. And after a few seconds waiting without so much as a peep from the rest of her apartment she could finally breathe a little sigh of relief.
“Thank God! I thought they'd spend their whole day off here—T”
“M-Mrs. Oviedo!”
Both of them froze like they'd been caught in the middle of a crime, their cheeks burning hotter than the sun as they stared at one another in horror. Marques was sitting on the couch barely five feet away from her as Lola paused mid stride with a look of utter shock. One mirrored on his face as he looked up from his phone to stare at her. They locked eyes for the first time since she left the hotel room and suddenly everything they'd been grappling with came flooding back in a flood of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and so many other things they couldn't even identity. And the silence that left them in was nothing short of devastating.
Though it was eventually broken by Lola shakily asking, “W-Where's Mateo?”
“He... uhm... he went to grab something from the store...” Marques nervously replied, “He s-said he'd be back in a few minutes...”
“Good... that's good...”
“Yeah...”
Quietly hoping the floor would collapse out from under her and save them both from the awkwardness they'd caused Lola just stood there like a fool. She tried to look away from Marques at the same moment he did but neither of them managed to avert their eyes for long. And when they inevitably looked back they did so at the exact same time. An even deeper flush crept into her cheeks while he cleared his throat and tried to say something, anything, to fill the silence. She did the same after he had finished mumbling out a few half formed words but her voice caught in her throat. The best she could manage was some vague mention of food and a pointless gesture towards the kitchen. He nodded back as if she'd made some kind of salient point.
After a few more seconds of utter embarrassment Lola wandered into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Though she finally looked away from Marques she could all but feel his presence as she did literally anything. He wasn't outright staring at her, as far as she could tell, but she knew he was thinking about her. She knew it almost as surely as she knew she was thinking about him too. There was no hiding it and neither of them really even tried. They just stewed in the long, unbearable silence stretching between them for what genuinely felt like hours on end. Even if it couldn't have lingered for more than five minutes at the very most. Maybe even less. But five minutes spent squirming and fidgeting in naked embarrassment as they thought about the wild, passionate sex they'd shared was truly the worst thing they'd ever felt. In recent memory if not their entire lives. And there was no telling when it might end. If it ever would...
Taking her reheated leftovers out of the microwave as quietly as she could, acutely aware of every slightest sound in the thunderous silence, Lola was just about to start eating right there in the kitchen when Marques' soft voice shattered the quiet, “Mrs. Oviedo?”
Practically jumping out of her skin even as she only tensed up a little bit Lola deliberately didn't look back at him as she said, “Yes?” in a strained attempt at being completely neutral.
“Can we... can I... uhm... I think we should.,. Talk... a-about... you know... about this... what happened a month ago i-in—”
“There's nothing to talk about!” Lola insisted, her voice rising several octaves as her heart started racing and her stomach twisted into knots. She heard him get up from the couch and felt him watching her from the living but refused to turn around, “What happened was a mistake! We both know that a-and we both accept that! L-Let's just move on and pretend like it never happened. Okay?!”
Even without turning around or so much as looking at him Lola could tell how Marques was feeling after her rambling little spiel. And it only made her feel that much worse when he confirmed her instinctive suspicions with a simple, “Yeah...”
She listened to him sit back down and all but felt how dejected he was. Her own shoulders slumped a few seconds later and she stared down at hr food with a mixture of frustration and anger. The relief she thought she would've felt didn't come. Instead she just felt worse. Like she'd deliberately hurt him despite her never wanting that. And when she finally managed to sneak a little glance at Marques as he sat on the couch the knife she'd buried in her chest only twisted that much more.
His shoulders were every bit as slumped as hers and he was staring down at his lap just as despondently as she'd stared down at her food. Maybe he was looking at his phone, maybe he wasn't looking at anything at all. There was no way to know and it hardly mattered. She could feel his sadness radiating out around him like a cloud of misery. Or maybe that was just her own uncertainty and regret welling up inside her all over again. Whatever the cause and whatever the reason she was left standing there in a state of utter heartbreak for another eternity. One only broken by the sound of a key sliding into the front door lock as Mateo returned home.
“They were out of most of the stuff you wanted so I just grabbed some of the shit we both like because there's no way in hell I'm driving—hey Mom!”
“Hi mijo!” Lola gasped, turning towards him with a bright, fake smile.
Mateo's brow furrowed just the slightest bit while his eyes narrowed in obvious suspicion. But after a tense moment of staring at her he looked away without comment and approached Marques, picking up where he'd left off before spotting his mother, “There's no way in hell I was gonna drive to the other place across town just for your snacks. You're gonna have to make do with mine.”
“No worries man.” Marques rep;lied, turning to look at him with a slightly more convincing smile and very, very deliberately not looking at Lola as he did, “Your shit is all right for now. But next time you're getting mine too.”
“You mean next time you're getting both of ours. I'm not paying for all this shit twice in a row!”
“All your stuff you mean?”
“Man, you just said it was fine!”
Smiling at the two of them despite all the worry and uncertainty coursing through her Lola turned away from them to finish her food and quickly excuse herself from their presence. They clearly weren't going anywhere for the rest of the day and she didn't want to cramp their style anymore than she already had, though she was relieved to have a valid excuse this time around. Even if that relief came with another bout of emotional distress. Part of her was glad they'd been interrupted and part of her couldn't have been more frustrated. There was no earthly way of knowing where the conversation might've gone or what Marques might've said after a little more time. She'd certainly been on the verge of saying something she shouldn't have and it was hard to believe he wouldn't have done the same before long, maybe even before her.
What that might've led to was impossible to say but a not so small part of her knew where she wanted it to lead. Although she rather quickly stifled it as she walked to her room and said, “Have fun boys! Just try not to get too rowdy!”
“You don't have to hide in your room all day Mom.” Mateo called back, stopping her dead in her tracks one foot into her bedroom, “You can hang out with us too if you want.”
“Oh I wouldn't want to impose.” Lola replied in a strained, airy voice, “You two can—”
“We're gonna watch the new season of Bridgerton...”
A short, inscrutable silence followed his words as Mateo looked towards his mother's room with a knowing smile. He glanced back at his friend for a moment and mouthed 'watch this', before raising his hand into the air. Silently counting down from five the very moment his last finger curled inward his mother replied, “I'll change into something more comfy!”
“I knew that'd get her!” He laughed. “She hasn't had a chance to watch the new season yet and I heard complaining to one of her friends about spoilers.”
“Why'd you invite her to watch with us?” Marques asked. A split second later he immediately tried to explain away his seemingly pointless question by adding, “You've never invited her to spend time with us before.”
“Yeah well... she's seemed kind of depressed lately. She acts like everything's fine but something's obviously up. I figure spending a little time with us could cheer her up.” He leaned back and cracked open another beer before adding, “Plus it's her couch, T.V., Netflix account, apartment, and everything else so making her stay in her room all day isn't the best idea.”
“You're a real gentleman man.”
Practically draining his second bottle of the day in one go Mateo let out a loud belch and cracked another, “Yeah I'm Prince fucking Charming all right!”
Joining them a minute or two later Lola sat down as far away from Marques as she could without being completely obvious about it. Marques inched away from her two and both of them made sure to keep Mateo between them as a buffer. Or as much of one as they'd get with him pounding another beer before getting up to get more.
Thankfully he turned on Bridgerton as soon as he came back and for a little while both Lola and Marques had something to distract themselves. Something other than their wn pent up, wildly conflicting feelings to focus their attention. Of course a series heavily involving romance and sex and relationships wasn't exactly the perfect out for their predicament. A fact that realized barely twenty minutes into the first episode. And by the time it was over they were pretty much right back where they started. Only with infinitely more furtive looks and sidelong glances.
Entirely unaware of what was going on around him Mateo was completely fixated on the show and far too busy drinking his way through all the beer he'd bought just for his day off to notice anything. He had no idea how many times his mother and best friend had stolen quick little glances at each other while he was enjoying the show. Nor how many times they'd locked eyes and stared into one another's souls for what'd felt like an eternity before simultaneously looking away as they both blushed. Once or twice he might've noticed his mother fidgeting or his friend clearing his throat but it never happened often enough for him to really clue in. And it certainly didn't happen often enough to pierce his increasingly drunken haze.
Yet no matter how tipsy Mateo might've gotten neither Marques nor Lola were bold enough to do anything more than glance at one another. Or so she assumed, none the wiser about what he was typing out on his phone even as she thought to herself “I don't think Mateo will notice if I leave after this episode... He'll probably be asleep by the time the next one starts and I'm sure he won't—”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft yet incredibly jarring vibration from the pocket of her fluffy pajama pants. Pulling it out almost on instinct she saw a Tinder message from Marques and just about gasped in shock. She looked over at him for a moment but he was staring so fixedly at the T.V it looked almost uncomfortable. And rather than putting her phone away like she knew she should've Lola stared at him for a few more secons before opening it to read whatever message he'd sent.
“I don't think it was a mistake. Maybe we shouldn't have done it but I don't regret it one bit. That was the best night of my life.”
Lola stared at those words like she'd been punched in the gut. Her heart was absolutely racing while her mind was abuzz with conflicting thoughts, urges, and uncontrollable emotions. Every single one bounced around her head like a swarm of angry hornets and nothing could calm them. Nothing could even begin to settle them as she stared at her screen for a minute straight. She didn't have any clue how many times she read his message or how many times it sent her spiraling all over again. She just knew when she looked up from her phone again her eyes couldn't possibly focus on the T.V. for so much as a second. She just stared right past it at the wall like she'd completely disconnected from the world around her. All the while Marques glanced at her what felt like a hundred times. But she never looked back or responded to his message. Eventually her phone screen darkened all on it's own and another tense silence washed over them.
Even with the T.V. playing Marques felt like he was drowning in the quiet. In an all consuming uncertainty. Terrified of what he'd said and how he'd put himself out on such a shaky limb he couldn't do much of anything beyond wait. And maybe steal a few dozen glances at Mrs. Oviedo in the vain hope she'd finally respond to him in some way. But she never gave him anything no matter how long he waited.
Eventually he was all but forced to give up and look back at the T.V., though much like Mrs. Oviedo he wasn't really paying any attention to the screen. Or even his friend. Mateo had been drinking like a fish for the last few episodes and around the time he'd polished off his twelve pack of specialty brand hipster IPA he wasn't paying much attention to Bridgerton either. Instead he was slumped across the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table and his arms folded. His head was already drooping onto his chest as he nodded off and the longer he sat in that comfy position the slower her lifted it back up again.
Before long he was out cold and softly snoring like he always did after drinking too much. And despite his disappointment and Marques still managed to crack a little smile upon hearing his friend snoring away next to him. He'd always been a total lightweight and it was impossible not to be just the tiniest bit amused by that simple truth.
Nothing was certain in life except death, taxes and Mateo getting black out drunk of what amounted to slightly alcoholic fruit drinks a few hours into his day off. And tt was just funny enough to distract Marques for a whole minute before—
Startled out of his meandering little reverie by his phone suddenly buzzing in his pocket he pulled it out without really thinking what it could be only to be left completely floored in exactly the same way Lola had. Seeing the notification from Tinder was enough to leave him completely speechless and as soon as he opened the app to read it his whole world came crashing down around him. “I don't regret it either and I'm sorry I told you I did.”
He looked up from his phone just as Mrs. Oviedo was standing up. And he watched her smile at him in a state of utter disbelief. All but sure he was dreaming, that he'd passed out before Mateo and drifted off into another fantasy, Marques could only watch her approach him and wait until he inevitably woke up again. But somehow he didn't wake up. Reality didn't come crashing back down on him before he had a chance to relive the night they'd shared together. Because she really was standing over him. And she really did reach out to take his hand. Marques let out a soft breath the moment her fingers brushed against his and he shakily rose to his feet an instant later. Mrs. Oviedo took both his hands in hers and smiled up at him for just a moment before turning away, before leading him out of the living room entirely without so much as a word.
What felt like a split second later they were inside her bedroom. Marques shut the door behind them as Lola slowly turned around to face him. He took her hands and softly squeezed, trying to find the right words to say only to be interrupted by her whispering, “Don't speak. Just fuck me mijo...”
Rising to the very tips of her toes she slid her hands across his unshaven cheeks and pulled him into a deep, loving kiss. The sort of kiss he'd always wanted to share with her. And it was better than he could've ever imagined! Tender and loving with a hint of lascivious desire her lips were unimaginably soft and the taste of her was sweeter than he could fathom. He wrapped his arms around her without so much as a thought and she moaned at his adorably earnest hug. Though her moan quickly turned into an elated giggle as she was lifted right off the floor like she didn't weigh a thing.
Wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to his shoulders Lola pulled Marques even deeper into their kiss. Deep enough to completely overwhelm them both in a swell of pleasure. After so long denying themselves just that simple embrace felt like heaven. Though it was a heaven they couldn't bear to be in for too long.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth before he could even think about what to do next and he felt her lips curl into an even wider smile as his whole body tensed. Suddenly it was his turn to moan as she dragged her nails across his back, slowly teasing him the everything he could hope for while he was left basking in the utter perfection that was every conscious second. And when his hands slipped down to her plump, beautiful ass he couldn't help but moan again. Neither of them could. Though only one of them had the wherewithal to do more than shiver and squirm at his touch. Even if she was almost completely guided by lust as she gleefully pulled on his shoulders, suddenly tugging him forward when he was barely able to stand upright in the first place!
Stumbling forward in a mindless attempt to stay upright Marques staggered into the edge of Lola's mattress and pitched forward faster than he could react. She giggled and held on tight to him as they tumbled onto her bed, bouncing across the sheets and nearly rolling off. And just when he was starting to get his bearings she threw him for one last loop as she rolled them into the middle of them. And rolled herself atop him. Their kiss ended for just a moment as she straightened above him and he was left smiling up at her with the most awestruck look she'd ever seen. At least until she eagerly lifted her pajama top up over her head and threw it away. Suddenly left staring at her gorgeous breasts all but spilling out of her bra Marques immediately sat up to kiss her again only to be shoved right back down with one hand. Lola unclasped her bra with the other and let him stare at her soft, heaving tits for a moment before swooping in for another kiss.
She cupped his face as he wrapped his arms around her body, trailing his fingers all across her back and reveling in the softness of her goosebump dotted skin. Their tongues wrapped around one another in a burst of giddy desire so fierce and exhilarating their moans absolutely filled her bedroom. Utterly confident Mateo couldn't hear them they didn't try to hide even a moment of how they felt. It wasn't even a thought in their pleasure addled heads. Lola was far too distracted by his strong, rippling muscles as she ran her fingers down his chest and Marques was completely enamored with the softness of her breasts pressing so warmly against him.
Though she quickly gave him something else to focus on when her hands made their way past his chest and down to his waist. He was so wrapped up in simply touching her body and sharing in that wonderful kiss Marques didn't really think about anything else. He flat out couldn't But fortunately for both of them Lola was much too eager to simply stop at a wild make out session. Her fingers slipped into his pants without so much as an ounce of hesitation and wrapped around his beautifully thick shaft barely a minute or two after they'd entered her room. Another chorus of moans and whimpers and breathless groans filled the air as both of them reveled in one another all the more. She stroked his dick as much as she could for a few mindless seconds while he finally slid his hands down into her pajama pants to cup her positively enormous ass.
Of course the moment he did Lola broke their kiss with another smile, her hand disappearing from his cock as she rolled off him. Marques' confused look immediately turned to delight as he watched her wiggle out of her pajama bottoms and throw them away. He immediately unzipped his jeans and tugged them down as far as he could before she threw a leg over him and straddled his cock once more. A moment later she was guiding his cock to her sex with a breathlessly eager smile.
“Tell me when you're about to cum...” She whispered.
“Okay!”
Those eager words hung in the air for all of a heartbeat before she pulled her feet underneath her and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Savoring every last inch of his amazing length Lola all but clawed at his chest as he stretched her open again. Digging her nails into his shirt as her fingers curled into fists she panted and whimpered and groaned like a pornstar trying to put on the most exaggerated show of her career. But there was no faking the sounds erupting from her lips. Nor the pleasure cascading through her body. The relief she felt as his unbelievably thick cock finally stretched her open again after that very first taste a month earlier was beyond compare. None of the other guys she'd hooked up with came anywhere close to the ecstasy Marques gave her simply by sliding balls deep into her aching pussy. And by the time she'd taken every last centimeter of his length, by the time she was comfortably sitting on his lap, Lola was just about ready to lose her mind completely. Not at all helped by how Marques reacted when she bent down over him.
The very moment he had the chance his calloused fingers were cupping her breasts and squeezing them just hard enough to make her whimper. His lips wrapped around one of her sensitive nipples and completely smothered her entire areola in one fell swoop. And his teeth closed around her pert little bud a heartbeat later.
In the blink of an eye Lola was gritting her teeth and barely stifling a breathless squeal as a small, toe curling orgasm washed over her. It wasn't enough to completely break her brain but it certainly drenched them both in a messy little shower of warmth. And sent her hips lurching forward in a sudden burst of eager grinding. Her knees dropped to the bed as she gave up completely on squatting over him like she'd wanted and she bent down even lower over his face. He was all but completely smothered beneath her breasts and like any sane man would he just suckled that much harder.
Still groping and fondling her tits with one hand he let the other slid down her back and across her plump, quivering cheeks once again. But instead of simply groping her massive buttocks as much as he could Marques once again caught Lola by surprise. Sliding his middle finger between her cheeks and pressing the tip against her tightly clenched, madly quivering ring he teasingly rubbed her entrance just enough to steal her breath away all over again. She never expected him to do anything like that and she'd honestly never even thought about him going that far in the first place! The number of times she'd done anything with her ass could be counted on one hand and yet after less than five minutes with him she was about ready to let him fuck her wherever he wanted!
Though luckily for her, and her thoroughly untrained ass, Marques was more than happy to tease her while he continued to lightly bite her nipples and suckle on her breasts. Which meant she could wildly grind and gyrate against his cock with a constant and ever increasing ferocity. Spurred on by his relentless teasing and the constant, toe curling pleasure of his lips around her nipple Lola couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. Mateo could've walked into her room and caught them together and there was a good chance she would've kept going for a little while longer. Just feeling his cock throbbing inside her and pulsing against her inner walls was that incredible, especially after how long she'd waited since the last time. All those days trying to pretend like she hadn't wanted him left her with such an overwhelming anticipation she was practically drooling after a minute or two. And eagerly bouncing up and down on his prick after three or four.
“Oh God!” She whimpered, bending down even more as she rode him faster and faster with every passing second, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohhhhhh God!”
She couldn't move more than a few inches along his prick with every pass but that didn't matter in the slightest. Not when every last centimeter felt absolutely amazing. When every time she slammed down onto his cock with a messy smack it sent a shockwave through her whole body. Or when Marques finally stopped teasing her endlessly quivering entrance and pushed the tip of his finger inside her ass moments after she'd plunged back down to the base of his shaft. Feeling his strong, calloused touch stretching her open and sinking just a little bit deeper in the aftermath of another toe curling stroke was everything she didn't know she wanted. Wrapping both arms around his head and softly moaning his name Lola sank even deeper into her ecstasy. Even deeper into the wild, perverted side of herself she'd been unable to indulge in for long.
Knowing he wouldn't recoil from that same wild side that'd turned away so many guys, even before they'd truly indulged in her kinkiest urges, felt so utterly amazing. So completely and beautifully liberating she couldn't even find the words to voice her joy. She just moaned his name over and over and over again as she hugged him close. And after a few more giddy seconds he pushed a little deeper into her ass. Deep enough to really make her squirm and finally push her over the edge. Though before she could entirely succumb to her ecstasy Lola managed to pull his head away from her tits and wrap him up in another passionate kiss.
But the moment their lips reunited and she tasted his tongue once again it was all over. She didn't have a chance to gasp before shudders were ripping through her body and her hips were moving in a truly uncontrollably frenzy. All the while Marques held her close and kissed her so fiercely she was completely lost in his embrace. Hopelessly overwhelmed by the pleasure and comfort she'd been denying herself for so unbearably long.
Soaking them both in a deluge of warmth her every spasmodic twitch and uncontrollable shudder sent her ecstasy streaking across their bodies. Within the first moments of her eruption she'd utterly drenched his clothes and soaked herself in a sticky mess. And that was only the beginning. The very first eruption gushing from her sex as her inner walls spasmed so madly around him! Nearly every time she bucked her hips and grinded against his cock another jet explded from her pussy and another fountain splashed across their bodies. Gooey strands of increasingly churned up arousal were already starting to stretch between their bodies as she rode him more violently than ever and they only continued to grow as her bliss continued.
Constantly helped along by Marques doing everything in his power to make her shudder and scream and lose her mind. Be it holding he back of her head and pulling her so deep into their kiss she couldn't take so much as a single breath or pumping is finger in and out of her ass in time with her spasmodic movements everything he did felt amazing. And everything he did only prolonged her ecstasy in all the sweetest ways. It was a perfect back and forth she could've lost herself in for hours and one she'd so sorely missed it was hard to believe she'd ever gone without.
And when her ecstasy finally started to fade after a truly breathtaking swell of pleasure he effortlessly matched her downturn too. Whatever she wanted from him he provided no matter how wholly incapable she was of telling him. He just seemed to know, his finger sliding out of her ass and his tender kiss growing even more loving as she collapsed against him.
Once again breaking that joyous embrace as her body almost entirely gave out Lola slumped against Marques in a shuddering heap. Little tremors continued to ripple through her body in the heady afterglow of her bliss while mindless whimpers endlessly tumbled from her lips. And with his cock still buried so wonderfully deep inside her all those orgasmic contractions were made even more ferocious as his length continue to twitch and throb in the depths of her pussy. Though she could hardly fathom what that actually meant in her pleasure addled stupor. Not until almost a full minute after her pleasure had well and truly subsided.
“You didn't cum...” She murmured, unable to life her head from his chest as she spoke.
“Not yet...” Marques replied. Idly stroking her hair as he spoke he let out a soft groan as she trembled around him and jokingly added, “But if you keep that up it won't be long!”
Giggling at him as she slowly inhaled Lola pushed herself upright with what little strength she had and smiled down at her lover, “What's the rush?” She whispered, “We have all night to enjoy our reunion!”
“All night huh?”
“What's the matter? Worried you can't keep up?”
Marques flashed her an almost smug grin and she couldn't help but bit her lip, slowly grinding atop him as he said, “Not at all.” in the most confident voice.
“Good.” She wrapped him up in another tender kiss only to withdraw just enough to whisper, “Because the things I want to do you and the things I want you to do to me are gonna take at least an entire evening... maybe even a few... who knows... we might just have to make this a regular thing!”