“Too much?” he murmured.
“God, no. Hurts so good.”
I was sure he was smiling against my breasts as he licked and nipped and sucked some more, because surely those were fireworks shooting through them? I only had a hint of what lovemaking would be like with Landon, and already it was a thousand times better than it had been with that stupid producer and in the couple of brief relationships before him. It was like Landon’s mouth was made for me, and oh — ooohhh—
His mouth had moved down to my belly, and his fingers crept to the elastic waistline of my panties, tugging them slowly off my hips. I groaned and lifted my butt so he could slip them off, and then his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue sweeping up my center. A long, low, stuttering sigh escaped me and he hummed in response, the vibrations shooting up through me until I tingled all over.
His invasion was subtle at first — the tip of his tongue on my clit, in my cleft — and then he plunged it inside my wet heat, over and over. Holy sequined crustaceans, how long was his tongue?
And how wet could I get? It was slick down there, almost embarrassingly so, but at least he knew I wanted him.
I wanted him so badly.
He licked and teased my nub without mercy, and then he exchanged his mouth for his fingers, sliding them inside me. I closed my eyes and began to writhe as he pulled and pumped with devastating skill. His calluses fired up an electric friction against my nerve endings as he thumbed my clit while he finger-fucked me. I was already on the edge. As his fingers curled inside me and touched the magic spot while his other hand pinched one breast, I came like a Pegasus with its wings on fire, bucking into his hand. I gasped and held back a scream, moaning “yes, yes, yes!” instead.
I shivered as he withdrew his fingers, and I opened my eyes. He was breathing hard, too, but he managed a smile, even though his eyes were as serious as a hungry vampire’s. “Kayla?”
“Why are your pants still on?” I managed to whisper, and then I grabbed at his jeans, wrestled open the button and tugged on the zipper.
“Ow. Easy. I’m a little sensitive there right now,” he said, half-laughing, and he wrenched them off. The tent in his boxer briefs could have held a three-ring circus.
“All off,” I ordered, and he grinned and complied, standing quickly so he could slide them off, then lying on his side next to me, on top of his crumpled jeans.
I reached out to touch him. Despite the black night, there was enough ambient light reflected off the clouds for me to see his manhood for what it was: a magnificent erect cock, its dark, rounded head already shiny. I ran my finger over the bead of moisture there and rubbed it into the little slit at the tip.
“Jesus, Kayla.” Landon lay back, and I grasped his big shaft and ran my hand up and down its hot, silky steel, slowly at first, then faster. He sighed and lifted his head to watch me. Him watching me touch him was about the sexiest thing ever. Then I couldn’t resist. I leaned over and took him in my mouth.
Him watching me suck his cock was even sexier. His gorgeous face betrayed his excitement, his surrender.
The taste of him, salty musk, and his gasps, his groans gave me so much satisfaction. To have this confident guy, this incredibly handsome and capable man, at the mercy of my tongue made me ache to have him inside me.
He must have had the same idea, because after I’d taken him to the back of my throat for a few long, languorous sucks, he gently pushed me away. “Not like this. I want to be—”
“Yes. I want to feel you here,” I whispered, lying back, spreading my legs.
“Yeah.” He was breathless and fumbled around in the clothes beneath us, finally pulling out a little square packet.Shit.I was glad one of us was thinking clearly. The effects of the alcohol had faded a little, but I was so damn turned on, I was ready to take him raw.
He slipped on the condom and held himself over me, the muscles in his arms taut, his skin rough with sand.
“Touch yourself, Kayla,” he whispered, poised over me.
“Get inside me.”
“Touch yourself first.” His eyes snapped with fire. “I want to see you do it.”
Ooo. Dirty Landon.I smiled and touched my already hypersensitive bud, making slow circles with my finger as I held his gaze. I let out a soft moan. “I need you to fuck me now, Landon.”
He ran his hand up and down his rigid shaft, and he smiled. “With pleasure.”
Holding my rapt gaze with his, he positioned himself and eased his thick length partway inside me.
I made a low sound of ecstasy. It felt good. Nothing had ever felt this good. “More. All of you.”
“Yes,” he hissed. It was like he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he pushed hard into me, all the way, his balls slapping against my ass. A pleasurable pain lit like a flame in my core. And then he did it again, then faster, until he was pounding me into the sand, the waves a dim and primeval backdrop to our fucking.
He was big, stretching me. Lighting up every millimeter of skin, every red-blooded cell as he drove into me. I squeezed around him, the tension unraveling as I took him as deep as I could, grasping his muscled arms, drowning in pleasure. My nipples tingled as his chest rubbed against mine.
His shudder against me was like an earthquake. He slammed home as he climaxed, even deeper if that was possible, and exploded inside me.
