“Landon. Please,” I whimper when the friction and his fingers become too much. I don’t know if I’m begging for release or for him to stop and fuck me properly, but before I can overthink it, he’s gone. His hands fall away. His body backs away. He shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, handing me a towel.
“Where are you going?” I cry, the ache in my core desperate for him to return.
“The bed,” he says, just like that.
I swear, I’ve never dried off so fast in my life.
I don’t have that muchexperience, but I know what I want, and what I want is to touch him everywhere. Feel him everywhere. Taste him everywhere. The freckle on his jawline. The birthmark on his stomach. I trace a path between them with my finger, and then my tongue, obsessed with the deep sounds and murmured curses he’s making. And when I move lower still, taking his impressive length fully in my mouth, his eyes flutter shut as he releases a rough breath.
“Fuck baby,” he murmurs, hands entwining in my hair as I take full control and make him writhe the way he did me. “That’s it. Good girl.”
And his words send a little thrill down my body, straight between my legs. He stops me too soon, pulling me back up the length of his body so I’m straddling him, and he claims my tongue in another desperate, open-mouthed kiss. His hand weaves through my hair, gripping it at the root as our tongues clash, and I grind my hips over the hardness I feel situated between my legs.
“I need to be inside you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
My core tightens at his words, and my thighs clench on either side of his hips. “Yes. Please, yes.”
“Flip onto your back,” he says, and I do as he commands, rolling off of him onto my back, anticipation making my heartthud-thumpin my chest. “Spread your legs.”
I follow his orders and open my legs, the tingle between them growing into an unbearable ache. When his hand dips down between them, fingers circling that sensitive bud of nerves, my head drops back against the pillow, and my body arches.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. You like when I tell you what to do,” he murmurs, hovering over me with heated eyes. His fingers dip inside me again, moving in and out, and I groan. “Don’t you, baby?”
At first, I don’t respond. Can’t respond. Because in real life I can’t stand when Landon tells me what to do. But here in the bedroom…here in the bedroom, his commands make me ache. I nod frantically, at a loss for words for the second time tonight, and he gives a devilish grin that makes my insides shake as he moves his body over mine. He kisses me before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom, and slipping it on in one smooth motion. It’s not long before his hips settle between mine, his erection brushing up against me. And then he pushes inside in one swift thrust.
I gasp, and my eyes roll back. My thighs clench around him. “Oh my god.”
I hear his intake of breath as well and then the growl deep in his throat. “Fuck.”
He starts moving, slow, languid thrusts at first, but I grow impatient and desire takes over. We push and pull. Ebb and flow. Fuck, then make love. He clasps my hands above my head, and I bite his bottom lip. His teeth graze along my neck, and I dig my nails into his back, dragging them down the length. He tugs my hair at the root, and I tighten my thighs around his hips,cravinghim as deep, as linked, as connected as possible. We’re driven by lust, fueled by passion, moved by desire, bonded by love.
Because it’s not just about the sex and how good his body feels. It’s everything. It’s all of him. It’s us together. I want to do this forever and ever and never let him go.
“Landon,” I whimper as he adjusts his hips, deepening the angle. Driving into me harder and faster, he hits the spot that makes me see stars. I can hear my breath coming in short, needy pants, and the heat in my core continues to build. He kisses me rough and greedy, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
As I feel myself about to fall over the edge, I seal my lips to his, so he can feel the vibration of my moans. His movements become jerky. Uncontrolled. I arch up to meet him, thrust for thrust, until his body stiffens and both of us come completely undone. I cry out as waves of pleasure ripple through me, and then his body slumps against mine, both of us out of breath and absolutely satiated.
“Damn,” he murmurs, gathering me in his arms. He pulls me close, and I snuggle against him, pressing my face into the warmth of his neck.
I nod against his skin because what just happened between us transcends all words. I’ve never felt more connected to another person before, and my heart swells in my chest when I pull back and look up into his eyes. His own soften at whatever lovey dovey look I’m sure is on my face right now, and he dips his head, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss that says everything I’m feeling.
Wrapped in each other, we doze. An hour or so later, I jostle awake to the feel of him behind me, between my legs, hard and ready. His hand moves slowly up my thigh, over my hip, down my stomach.
This time we give in. There’s no back and forth or fight for control. It’s just us, moving as one, adoring and passionate, romantic and beautiful. And when it’s done, he holds me in his arms, the two of us fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces, my head in the crook of his neck and my leg draped over his hip. I swear, my heart threatens to burst.
“I love you,” I murmur lazily, releasing a contented sigh. His body stiffens behind me, and my eyes snap open, panic rippling through me as I realize what I just said. “I mean…I didn’t…forget I said that. Just caught up in the moment, I guess. What a crazy thing to just blurt out.” When he doesn’t say anything, I give a nervous laugh. “Unless…I mean, unless you feel the same way.” He doesn’t respond. Just starts snickering to himself, his chest vibrating with his laughter. I reach out and smack him on the arm. “Landon.”
He leans forward and kisses me softly. Slowly. “What do you think?”
“I think that sometimes you can be extremely difficult to read.”
He kisses me again, deep and passionate, his hands cupping my cheeks and then weaving through my hair. I open my mouth as our tongues tangle, and when he pulls away, my head’s spinning. “Was that difficult to read?”
“No,” I breathe. “No, that time it was crystal clear.”
“And?” he asks, eyebrow quirking.
