“I want you to touch me,” I breathed, taking a tiny step backward so that my back was flush against his chest, well aware of his arousal pressing against me.
He obeyed. One hand trailed down until he found my clit, circling and stroking until it was swollen and I was ready to beg for more.
Landon pushed a finger inside me, working it deeper in time with his circles. My body lit up against him, my breath catching in my throat. “And now?”
A whimper poured out of me when he added another fingerinside me and pumped both in and out—slowly and then faster, finding a rhythm that made me lose my train of thought. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
I leaned forward, grabbing the back of the couch with a death grip. “Inside me, now.” At this point, I was drenched, dripping down my thighs.
I heard the faint rip of foil before the heat of Landon’s body enveloped me. He traced one finger reverently down my spine before gripping my hip with the other hand. The head of his cock slid against my entrance until I was crumbling with anticipation. “As you wish.”
Then he slammed inside me with a single thrust. I let out a single cry, fully consumed by the stretch and the jolt of warmth it sent through my body.
Landon held on tight to my hips as he stroked his thumbs over my ass in sweeps. In this position, I felt impossibly full, yet I somehow wanted more. I pushed back against him, seeking friction, movement, anything I could take.
I didn’t have to take, as Landon was willing to give.
“I very much like you in charge, but I’ll take over for a bit.” He slammed into me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Take over he did. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was moving again, building to a rhythm that only brought me closer to the edge. My knuckles turned white with how tightly I was gripping the couch.
Hands strayed all over my back and ass like he couldn’t decide on just one spot to touch me. Like he wasn’t satisfied with only one area. His breath caressed the back of my neck.
“You were designed for me, I swear,” Landon grunted.
A single moan parted my lips. “Only if you were designed for me, too.”
“I don’t know if any being designed me. But I’d willinglybreak every bone in my body and put myself back together again if it meant being right for you.”
My eyes rolled back before I shut them completely, giving in to the moment. The feel of Landon’s cock thrusting inside me. The couch pressing against my hips. My shaky legs.
This was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
Passion. Love. Trust. Maybe even a good, hard fuck.
I was just a girl, after all.
A shiver rolled along my spine. “Landon, I—I need…”
“Need what?” But Landon was already reaching an arm around me, pinching and rubbing at my clit until I thought I was going to burst. My body spiked with pleasure so intense I definitely would have fallen over if it weren’t for the couch.
His breath shortened. “I can feel you coming on my cock, Kira.Fuck.”
I pictured the image of us. Me bent over the couch while Landon pounded me from behind. I arched back, trying to get closer and closer.
Any girl who played it safe or shied away from sex was completely gone from the picture now.
He shuddered and jerked inside me before he also came with a groan. The euphoria of the moment swept me away and drowned out every thought that wasn’t Landon.
The voices inside my head were silent. Usually during sex, they were on overdrive, criticizing my technique and worrying about what my partner thought. But there were no doubts or insecurities to be had. Landon made sure of that.
He turned me around to kiss me deeply. I launched onto my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“We should do this every day,” I said, half delirious.
He laughed, and I was struck by howhappyhe sounded. I hadn’t realized how stressed and overworked he had been these last few months. This? Pure joy. And post-orgasm bliss.
“As you wish.” Sweeping his arms underneath my thighs, he picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom.
