Now in his arms, face buried into his neck, my eyes squeezed shut, and my mouth fell open in a scream of moans as my entire body spasmed on top of him. It was a beautiful, violent release, my body clenching around him in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Landon groaned, his own climax building, yet he held back, slowing his movements while I rode out the extent of my orgasm.
Just as I was about to start coming down from my high— “Oh god... that’s… ohhh...”
His hand slipped between us, thumb finding my hard, swollen clit without much fuss. Sensitive from the friction and my climax, but already throbbing for more. He rubbed fast circles with even pressure, working me into a breathless frenzy on top of him. With his other hand, he reached behind and gave my ass a hard squeeze, pulling me deeper onto his cock.
My entire body shook with the sensation, his fingers hastily bringing me to another orgasm, giving me hardly any room to breathe from the first. His name tore from my throat as I quaked and shuddered around him one more time.
And still, Landon’s dick remained rock-hard and throbbing inside of me.
As soon as I’d slipped over the edge again, his hand guided me back, both of us holding on as my body still twitched through the release.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered. Then, with a firm grip on my thighs, he pushed off the couch, my legs wrapped around his waist, and staggered through to my bedroom.
The cool air of the room hit my skin in a shock of goosebumps that Landon promptly soothed with hot kisses once he’d set me down on the bed.
“Landon,” I breathed, but it wasn’t a complaint. It was a sigh of pure anticipation.
He kneeled in front of me, his cock stood thick and heavy against his stomach, already glistening at the tip. “Open”
I did as I was told, and spread my knees to give him an uninterrupted view of my glistening pussy. His mouth found my stomach first, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing up to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the taut peak until I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair.
“I want to hear you,” he murmured against my skin, moving to my other breast. “I want to hear how much you want this.”
“I want it,” I moaned, arching into his mouth. “I want your cock. I want to ride you until you come inside me.”
Landon groaned, the sound vibrating deliciously through me. He leaned back, lying flat on the bed, his erection pointing straight up. “Then come here and make me.”
I climbed over him again, a knee on each side, and reached between us, my fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him back to my dripping pussy.
With a slow, deliberate roll of my hips, I sank down onto him.
And oh, my God.
The feeling was exquisite. The stretch, the immediate fullness. I paused, fully seated, letting us both adjust. The bed held firm, not a creak.
“Fuck, Nicole,” he hissed, his hands gripping my thighs. “You feel incredible. So tight. Ready to go again even though I just made you come.”
I began to move, a slow, grinding rise and fall. My hands planted on his chest for leverage. With each descent, he filled mecompletely, the base of his cock rubbing perfectly against my clit. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, tight and urgent.
“Harder,” he grunted, thrusting his hips up to meet my downward strokes. “Ride me harder. Show me how bad you want it.”
I obeyed, bouncing on him now, my breasts swaying with the motion. The frame didn’t groan, didn’t protest. It was a silent, sturdy witness to our passion. Sweat beaded on my skin. The coil inside me wound tighter, tighter.
“I’m close,” I whimpered. “Landon, I’m so close.”
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you squeeze around me and fall apart.”
That was all it took. The coil snapped. A wave of pure, blinding pleasure crashed through me again, making me cry out his name as my body clenched and spasmed around him. He held my hips steady, fucking up into me through my climax, milking every last pulse from my core.
As my tremors subsided, he flipped us with a strength that made me gasp. Now he was on top, driving into me with long, deep strokes. The headboard tapped a steady, solid rhythm against the wall.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered, raking my nails down his back. “I don’t ever want to stop fucking you.”
He kissed me then, a deep, messy, consuming kiss. His thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Nicole… I’m…”
“Do it,” I urged against his lips. “Now. Come inside me, baby.”
With a guttural roar, he plunged deep and held there, his body shuddering as he spilled into me, hot and endless. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon, not knowing who was trembling harder.
