Chapter 28 #4
Somehow, he’s aware that I’m not letting his hands on me just yet, and keeps them tucked at his lower back as I close in on him and steal a kiss from his lips. I keep my mouth dusting his as I tell him what else I brought. “I needed something to put on my dildo before I fucked myself with it.”
“Quinn,” he growls, grabbing my hip with one hand, my throat with the other. His grip is commanding but soft, strong but safe.
“Ah, ah,” I remind him. “You can have me whichever way you want me, on your own terms,” I tell him, “when the deal is done. But right now, you’re on my terms, remember, cowboy?”
I love that he’s already hard despite the fact I haven’t touched him below the belt just yet. I place the corner of the foil wrapper in his teeth again and tug. Plucking the discard strip from his lips, I pull the condom from the foil and take him into my hand.
“Oh Jesus.” He groans as I wrap my palm around his shaft and start to lazily stroke, swiping my thumb over his head to collect the mess.
Pressing the condom into place, I roll it down, holding his eyes the entire time, even when I add lube to his cock and between my legs.
I can’t help but give his heavy balls a nice pat, followed by a gentle tug that makes his stomach muscles flex.
I stand back and enjoy his sheathed cock, straining for release inside the rubber, veiny and thick.
He’s got a gorgeous body, something that would be chiseled into fine stone a hundred years ago.
I stroke my fingers down his chest, then leave him for a second, collecting my pink boots from the foot of his closet.
I step into them, and place his hat on my head, tipping it back so it doesn’t impede my vision.
“My god,” he breathes, removing his hands from behind his back to tug his balls and hold his shaft.
I shake my head as I saunter out, swinging my hips the best I know how for a girl that has more up top than down below.
“Hands behind your head,” I tell him, then add, “all I want you to do is sit there and let me ride that beautiful cock of yours. Got it?”
He nods and wraps his hands together behind his head.
I tug the pink fabric out of the split of my ass and back up toward him, draping my hair gently along my back.
I reach between my legs and find his erection, and align it with my body.
I peer back at him, and find his neck and chest filled with flush, his blue eyes tamped down on the place where we barely join.
“You ready to fill me up?” I tease, bouncing back gently, his crown breaching my pussy in a rush of pain. I don’t think I’ll ever get totally used to his size, but I do hope I have a lifetime to try.
He groans. “Yes.”
Nuzzling back, I have to stifle the gasp that threatens to jump from my throat when I move a bit too quick and give myself a few extra inches of Landry too quick. I suck in my breath and pause, holding him halfway inside me as I calibrate.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, his voice fraying from desire but lined with concern.
I nod. “I’m okay.”
He strokes one hand down my spine, reassuring and comforting me, then tucks it back behind his head, obedient to the scene unfolding. I know he could pin me to that mattress and fuck me silly until I’m a gooey mess of Landry love puddle, but we made a deal, and we’re both staying committed.
Ready for more of him, I sink back until my ass brushes his groin and reach down, grabbing the top of my boots. “Oh Jesus, Quinn,” he groans. I wanted to wear the boots because they match this lingerie set perfectly, but also because Landry’s so tall, I need the heels on these so I can fuck him.
Bouncing a few times, I caution a glance back, my pussy burning with fullness, a lecherous tingle tearing through my legs, making my toes curl.
He looks restrained and thoughtful, his jaw clenched, peering down at me fucking him.
“You like the view?” I pant, bouncing on his cock so hard now that our bodies slap, the sound of flesh on flesh stinging the air.
He groans, and that’s all the response I get.
I brace my hands on my thighs and slow down my pace, working the thick length of his cock gently, sliding out his crown before sinking back, taking it all. I fuck myself on his dick nice and slow for what feels like forever, until he pleads for a break, his voice hoarse.
“Quinn, I can’t… I’m… I can’t keep going for you much longer.”
Reaching between my legs, I drag the tips of my fingers around the base of his cock, making him throb inside my hot channel.
“I feel you, Landry,” I tease, playing it cool as if I, myself, am not moments away from having an intense orgasm all over his cock.
I am, but I love edging him and using him like this.
I slide off his cock and position myself on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide, pink lace keeping everything he wants nice and covered.
I snap my fingers. “I want to use your mouth for a while.” I don’t want him to come yet, because I don’t want this night to end.
“Oh god, I’ve been wanting to taste you since you got here,” he admits, gripping his cock as he drops to his knees. I smack his hand away and watch my favorite thing bob between his thighs for a moment.
“Hands on my knees.”
He obeys, and I can’t help but stroke my fingers through his soft, tousled hair, then palm his cheek. “Now tug my thong to the side, and tell me what you see.”
The blunt tip of his finger grazes my lips as he tugs the fabric aside, and a hot shudder echoes through my body. We’ve made love. We’ve done things. We’ve been physical in so many ways. But tonight it feels like we’re standing on the edge of something bigger.
His blue eyes disappear from me as he peers down, a groan rumbling through his chest at the sight of me bare.
“The most perfect lips,” he rasps, tugging his finger between my slit, pushing inside just a little.
I gasp, and my eyes fall closed when he kisses my clit unexpectedly.
“The sweetest clit,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into me.
The licks start slow, sweeping through me, but intensify with each moan that leaves me.
I claw at his shoulders as he sinks two fingers into my pussy, moving the pad of his tongue over my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Landry,” I moan, nearing the edge of my orgasm already even though it’s only been a few minutes. With my favorite hunky cowboy on his knees between my legs, a seismic orgasm crashes into me, hard.
“I’m coming, oh god, Landry,” I breathe, forcing my eyes open to watch him eat me through my release, his pressure lightening, fingers stroking slower, his attention to my evolving needs absolute perfection.
When I’ve milked his fingers and tongue for everything, he slowly hollows me and showers the insides of my thighs with kisses.
Peering down, I find my favorite candy is still nice and hard in its wrapper.
I grab his chin and tilt his face to mine, lips shiny from the best oral I’ve ever had. “You’re good at that,” I praise him.
“I love your pussy,” he admits. “I knew I would.”
I smile. “Then fuck it.” I crawl back onto the bed and give him a coy smile before opening my legs. “C’mon, rider one-forty-three, fuck me already.”
Landry is on the bed and over the top of me in a matter of seconds, the head of his sheathed cock gliding across my belly as he lowers his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow, and his tongue slides against mine in exploration, taking his time.
“That was nice,” I admit as he breaks the kiss and reaches down, aligning himself.
He nods. “Everything with you is nice.” He sinks into me, and I find myself grabbing my knees, and pulling myself open for him. “What do you want right now, Quinn? You want me to fuck you hard and deep, or give it to you slow and sweet? What do you need right now?”
I had a plan, but hearing that question makes my answer real simple.
I shake my head. “I need you hard and fast, and I need you to stay inside me while I come on your cock, because I want you to feel how much I want you,” I whisper, cupping his jaw, tucking my thumb between his lips.
“Then I want to feel your cum on my skin. I want the virile, potent cum of my husband spread along my flesh so I can rub it in. I want you all over me, Landry.”
His eyes flit between mine, and then our mouths lock in a tangle of tongues and teeth as his hips start the violent journey between my legs. I keep my hands on my knees, holding myself open as his wide hips rove, hammering into me with his impressive cock.
He grunts and I moan, he growls and I whine, but our mouths never leave one another’s for more than a second.
Landry fucks me hard as he promised, the head of his cock plowing into my favorite place each time he strokes into me.
My toes curl and my vision goes dark as a familiar tingle of electricity worms down my spine, settling into my clit.
I love the smell of his overworked muscles, the feel of his sweat on my skin, the sound of our bodies coming together so carnally.
I like it rough, and Landry can give it like no other.
The sharp sound of his body slapping mine echoes through the room as I slide my tongue against his, his balls hot against my ass.
“Landry, I’m there, oh my god, Landry,” I pant, my toes curling, my hands sweaty around my knees as pleasure snakes through me. My orgasm hits, and life explodes into a cacophony of light and noises for a moment as I surrender my body and my pleasure to my husband.
He holds himself deep, his belly knotted as he strains for composure, strains to give me what I asked. “My god,” he breathes, rearing back, still inside me as his hands come down on my knees over mine. He watches me spasm around him, coming hard around him, for him.
“Now,” I breathe, desire still fluttering through me as my orgasm wanes, the pleasure leaving my head tingly, nearly high. “Pull out,” I whisper, only I’m not trying to whisper, I’m devoid of energy after coming so hard twice. But as much as I wanted my own release, I want his, too.
He does what I say, and pulls out, resting his cock along my groin.
Reaching between us, I tug off the condom with a snap and fist him the best I can.
“Ohhh,” he groans, and within two strokes he comes, his fingers delving deeper into my flesh, holding my knees apart as his hips sink into me.
He comes in dizzying pulses, his release streaking over my groin and belly, some even making it to my breasts.
The way his cock feels in my hand as he throbs paired with the sated and adoring look in his eyes is everything I needed after a day like today.
When I let go of him, he grabs himself, sinking back into his heels, watching me.
Moving my fingers through the warm mess, I knead and rub until my torso is glistening with his come, and push myself up to my elbows.
“I’m not gonna wash this bra, and next time I wear it, I want you to remember this night.
” I dance my eyebrows, and he surprises me.
“Can I take a photo of you?” he asks, the flush creeping up the scruff on his neck.
I nod to the dresser, where my Cyber-shot rests from earlier this morning, when I photographed Sadie from this very bedroom window.
“Yes.” I don’t even have to take a moment to think.
The idea of Landry Vaughn’s big hand all over my camera, hungrily hunting for this photo while his other hand works his fly— “How do you want me?”
“Just like that.” He takes the camera and peers up at me, shy. “I’ve watched you for months, but I suppose I was watching you and not the camera. How do you turn this thing on?”
“The little wheel. Hold it down at the bottom for a few seconds,” I advise him, taking in the sight of his thick erection slowly softening. He’s hot like this too, and I want a photo of him as much as he wants a photo of me.
So that’s what we do. We take turns taking naughty photos of one another, making great use of his hat and even better use of my boots.
And when the giggles have subsided, he puts me in a bubble bath and goes downstairs in nothing but a pair of jeans and whips us up some sandwiches.
We eat in bed while talking about the rodeo.
I use his mouth one more time before we fall into the coziest, most perfect sleep.