My mind fought the oncoming storm as my body reached for it. I trembled beneath Landen, my breath burning in my lungs and my muscles aching from the tension inside me.
As if he sensed the battle within me, Landen shoved my leg harder into my chest, opening me completely to his thrusts until he was so deep inside me that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
“Let go,” he demanded.
I shook my head though my fingers never stopped circling my clit. “I-I can’t—”
Landen’s hand shoved mine away and he pinched my clit between his fingers, rubbing firmly, wresting my last vestiges of control.
Sounds came from my throat, unfamiliar and loud, nearly screams, as I broke beneath him. Vaguely, I heard him groan as he pounded into me over and over again. Then his hips slammed into mine one last time and he shuddered, his mouth closing over the muscle that joined my neck and shoulder.
When his fingers released my clit, the echo of my orgasm pulsed within me for several long seconds, making my body twitch with pleasure.
Landen and I were both breathing hard as he let more of his weight settle onto my body. He was heavy but I didn’t care. I’d missed his body, his solid presence all around me, and I welcomed the feeling.
Finally, he lifted his head and gazed down at me, something akin to awe in his gaze.
“That was…incredible,” he said, sweat gleaming on his neck and shoulders.
“Hmmm,” I hummed, trailing my hands over the muscles of his back.
“You okay?” he whispered, moving in until he flicked my ear with the tip of his nose.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
When he raised his head once again, a small grin curved his lips. “Speechless, huh?”
I narrowed my eyes at him and managed to say, “I think you broke me.”
The small grin widened into a smug smile. “Do I need to put you back together?”
I sighed and let my eyes drift shut. “Maybe later. If I survive the aftermath.”
Landen shifted away, pulling out of my body slowly. I sighed again and let my body sprawl on the bed. Then suddenly I was up in the air, cradled against his chest.
“Hey!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
“I know how to revive you,” he stated, hauling me into the bathroom and setting me on my feet in the tub. Then he turned on the taps, adjusting the water until it was the perfect temperature.
He dealt with the condom as I settled into the rapidly filling tub. I grunted when he shifted me forward and slid in behind me, cocking his legs so that I rested between them, my back to his chest.
His hands trailed over my body, gently but idly drawing lines and circles over my abdomen and breasts. When the tub was full enough, Landen reached to the side and turned off the taps. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and closed my eyes, enjoying the hot lap of the water and the slick slide of his hands over my skin.
We soaked in silence for several long minutes before Landen lifted my left hand, his thumb brushing over my ring finger.
“You realize you’ll have to make an honest man out of me eventually, right?” he murmured into my ear.
Not quite coherent, I hummed deep in my throat before I finally asked, “What do you mean?”
His thumb ran lightly over the base of my ring finger again and my brain caught up with the moment, recognizing not only what he’d said but also what he was doing. “What?”
I felt his mouth curve against my ear. “Not today. Or even tomorrow, but someday soon, you’re going to marry me.”
The man was lucky I was still too limp from two stupendous orgasms or he really would have been in trouble. Instead, I settled for saying, “How about you figure out how to ask me nicely and then we’ll discuss it.”
Landen chuckled. “Or I just won’t stay the night with you until you agree to marry me.”
I reached back with my right hand and pinched his side.
