“Fuck…” I murmured under my breath as I took in his physique, my hands ghosting over everywhere my eyes had just left.
With one finger under his chin, I made to stand, leading his eyes to follow me. Landon fell onto his ass, his gaze burning through me. Once I was satisfied, I slowly lifted my t-shirt off, freeing my breasts for him to feast on.
And feast he did.
His tongue came out to wet his lips, the slightest tremble there as he breathed out. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The vibration in his voice was so raw, so low, I felt it deep in my chest. The result was instant wetness at my core again, and I knew I didn’t have much longer before this fire in me consumed everything in its path.
I teasingly leaned down, my hair brushing against his lap as I began pulling off his pants very slowly. I made sure my fingers grazed his skin at every opportunity I could, smirking at the way his breathing hitched each time. He helped instinctively, lifting his hips so I could slip his pants down to his ankles. On my knees now, in between his legs, I hungrily eyed the twitch beneath the thin cotton of his boxers. His hard-on was officially raging. Begging for freedom.
And I was only happy to oblige.
I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and his dick sprung free, thick and hot. My fingers curled around his straining shaft, and he sucked a breath between his teeth the second I made contact. One jerk of his hips, then Landon settled into my teasing pace as I stroked his cock firmly.
Then, mouth watering and unable to hold off any longer, I leaned forward and pressed a lingering, wet kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, my movements never faltering on his length. His head fell back, jaw slack, and when I took his cock into my mouth he uttered a sound so primal it made my pussy throb.
My tongue swirled around his tip before I relaxed my jaw and took as much of him as I could swallow. His hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling tightly as he moaned my name, hips bucking upward in a desperate search for friction. He wanted more, and so I gave it to him, sucking hard in combination with my deliberate strokes.
“Nicole... fuck, please. I... I need to be inside you, please, ” he managed to choke out, his self-control shredding.
I couldn’t expect more after what we’d been through. After how fucking long we’d both waited for this very moment.
So I didn’t need to argue. Because I wanted him, too. I stood up fast, and he sat up straight as his hands found my hips, pulling me flush against his face before I could go any further. He leaned forward, kissing my stomach with a hunger that made my toes curl and my legs weak.
He hooked his fingers into the top of my underwear and shoved them down, not caring about being gentle or tender anymore, just wanting me naked in front of him. He continued slipping them down my legs until I was finally able to step out of them. His mouth was on me before the bottoms had touched the carpet, and I gave him a taste of my flushed pussy before pulling his head back.
I pushed him against the pillows and came to kneel on the couch, straddling his hips. The feel of skin against skin sent sparks through me, and I gasped against his greedy lips right as he pulled me into a kiss, deep and desperate. We moved together with the easy, practiced rhythm of two people who knew every inch of each other’s bodies. It was like nothing I’d felt before. This first time with him.
This started slowly, and deeply intimate. Landon, even in the kiss, was focused entirely on me, his hands mapping the curves of my hips, his fingers digging in slightly to guide me.
I adjusted myself on top of him, my knees on the sides of his hips. Then I rose and guided his tip to my entrance, and with one smooth, heavy downward thrust, I took all of him. A full-body moan ripped from my lips as I felt him fill me completely, stretching me in a way that made my eyes flutter closed. My head fell back as he groaned his emphatic agreement, his hips involuntarily jerking up to bury himself even deeper.
He brought his mouth to my nipple, sucking the sensitive, hard peak until I was shaking in his lap. “Oh, God, that’s so good. I love your mouth on me.”
“I’m just getting started.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to suck me again as I picked up the pace, riding his dick with a rhythm that became steadily faster, more frantic. The sound of our bodies meeting, it was wet and rhythmic, filling the stillness of my living room.
“Landon...”
“Talk to me, Nicole,” he whispered, his pace quickening slightly, meeting the rolling of my hips with powerful thrusts that made my ears ring. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel...” I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails marking the taut skin of his shoulders. “You feel so good. Fuck. You feel so good inside me. Filling me up like this.”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Y—yes.”
He dug his fingers deeper into my hips. Fucked me harder. “Is this what you’ve always wanted, hmm?”
“It’s you, Landon,” I whimpered, so needy for him. “It’s always been you.”
He pulled me into his arms, his chest heaving against mine, crushing my breasts. He reached up to support the back of my head, fingers running through my hair as he set his praises into my skin with wet, searing kisses.
I was close. My pace picked up, pussy clenching hard around him as the tension built to an unbearable breaking point. I rode him with a desperate urgency, my walls clamping down on him with every bouncing thrust of my hips.
“That’s it. Go for it, baby. Come for me,” he said, his voice a rough growl as he bit down gently on the skin of my neck, enough to definitely leave a mark.
