55. Langdon
Fifty Five
Langdon
T he winter night is crisp and clear, and I can see Delia waiting at the end of the driveway. She’s bundled up against the chill in the air and greets me with a grin, and as she hops into the passenger seat. Every nerve ending in my body seems to stir and tingle. I’ve been obsessively scheming to make tonight happen for the last twenty-four hours.
She tosses her overnight bag on the footwell and climbs into the truck.
“So what are we doing?” Delia asks leaning over to kiss me.
My skin flushes at the feel of her lips on mine. So soft and warm. I firmly pull her to me, desperate to feel more of her. She giggles. The sound makes my heart pound even harder.
“So glad you asked,” I murmur, our lips still grazing each other’s. “I figured out a way for us to be alone together. All night.” Her tiny gasp of approval makes me lightheaded. I pull back and stare at her.
“How?” She asks.
“It’s a surprise. Just trust me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, and the trust I find in them makes my heart swell. “I do,” she replies, her voice a gentle affirmation.
We pull up to the cabin in record time. Delia’s eyes go wide as she realizes where we are. I kill the engine, hop out and round the front of the truck to open her door. The small drive isn’t plowed and the snow’s shin-deep.
“I promise I’ll get a fire going quick.”
She grabs her bag as I get mine and we head into the cabin together. There’s no electricity turned on so I had to set up nearly fifty candles all around for light but the warm glow they cast as we walk in definitely sets the mood. I scrubbed and cleaned as much as I could so it wasn’t dusty and full of cobwebs.
“This is amazing,” she exclaims, her breath visible in the chilly air. I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction that my plan has paid off.
As I work on the fire, the crackling sound soon fills the air, and the warmth begins to spread. Delia, wrapped in a cozy blanket I borrowed from my mom’s collection, watches with appreciation.
“You’ve really outdone yourself,” she says, her eyes sparkling .
We settle in on a long-forgotten plush rug, that I found in my basement, in front of the fireplace, the flames casting a mesmerizing dance of light and shadows. The cozy ambiance of the cabin, combined with the gentle crackling of the fire, creates exactly the vibe I was going for.
“No little brothers or parents to interrupt.”
Delia gives me a playful smirk, “How will we ever pass the time? Did you bring any games? Drinks? Food?”
“Shit. Yeah,” I laugh out and pop up to my feet. “I left the bag in the truck. Hang on,” I say while tugging my boots back on and making a mad dash to the truck for the forgotten bag.
It’s freezing out and I’m struggling to get the front door open again. I shiver as a gust of wind whips around me. I shove the door hard and stumble inside.
“I have snack and drinks an—-”
Delia is sliding her jeans down her hips until they pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties and a lacy bra. My gaze doesn’t leave hers as I drink in the sight of her. I swallow thickly, drop the bag, and slam the door closed. Delia laughs as I shuck off my boots. I storm across the small living area until I’m right in front of her.
I hoist her up by the backs of her thighs and she locks her legs around my waist. I stumble to the wall, careful to avoid numerous candles around, pressing her back against it and thrusting between her legs. Our lips meet passionately, and she quickly pulls away to tug my shirt off over my head. She drops it to the floor and reaches for the button of my jeans. I have to put her down to admire her body in the sexy lace bra, reveling in her beautiful curves before stepping back from her.
She takes off her bra, and I rush forward with an eagerness that startles us both. My mouth covers one of her nipples while my fingers tangle in her hair, and I start to kiss and suck, feeling myself grow harder with every second that passes. Her hand yanks hard on my hair, so I close my mouth over the tight pink bud and bite gently before lathering it with kisses. Moving to the other side, I repeat the action, tasting more of her sweet skin as I go.
I kiss and lick a trail down the center of her stomach until I reach the trim of her panties. I am dying to see what’s beneath them, but I continued kissing… over the fabric.
She is wet. So wet that she’s left a dark spot on her panties, and the sight and scent of her makes me impossibly harder; greedy for more.
Hooking my fingers into her panties I drag them down over her smooth milky thighs and toss them on the floor.
I spread her with my thumbs and lick slowly up her wet center. She bucks off the wall, arching her back.
“Langdon,” she hisses.
I lick her again, with more pressure, before trailing higher and flicking my tongue against her clit. Her gasp is my greenlight. Circling my arms around her I move us to the cushions on the floor. Pushing her knees apart I dive into her pussy, eating her, licking her up and down and in circles.
I barely register her moans, her cries, and continue like a man entranced, completely drunk on her. I lick and suck her over and over, holding her knees apart. Her fingers snake into my hair, fingertips pressing my scalp forcefully.
I hoist one of her legs up on my shoulder, giving myself better, deeper access to her core and fuck her with my tongue for several minutes before closing my mouth around her small, puckered clit and sucking hard while I slide two fingers all the way inside of her.
Holy crap. She’s slick and hot and tight around my fingers. I can only imagine how good she’ll feel pulsing around my cock. Her wetness covers my fingers as I push them in and out, my mouth still latched to her clit.
“Never stop!” she moans. Her hands twist in my hair, and her moaning is almost a growl as she contracts around my fingers, her pussy pulsing in waves, and leg clamping me tighter against her body.
After a couple deep breaths, she relaxes, melting into the bed, and I press a final kiss to her pink, swollen center before crawling a few feet to my bag to get a condom.
If she thinks we are done, she has another thing coming.
I tear the wrapper with my teeth and sheath myself and then I’m back on the cushions with her, crawling over her. She reaches up, locks her hands around my neck, and pulls my lips to hers in a long kiss.
My heart pounds and I brush my fingers over her cheek.
“You ready?”
Her hair fans out against the blanket as she nods. “So ready,” she breathes, then grips my cock to guide me toward her.
I sink into her, my initial thrust causing her to sharply draw in a breath, her eyes squeezing shut. We both freeze. Her eyes are wet when she opens them. “Are you okay?”
She nods slowly and looks down between us.
I grin. Then, she blinks and begins to move beneath me, pumping her hips in hypnotic, small motions.
A groan slips out and I drop my head, my arms beginning to tremble as I brace myself over her. Fuck. Nothing has ever felt this good. No sport. No gift. No drug. No drink.
Slowly, I glide out, almost to the tip, then push back in. Her pussy contracts around me, clenching against the slide of my dick.
She dips her hands down to my ass cheeks and urges me faster, harder. I happily oblige, watching as she bites down blissfully on her bottom lip.
There is no way I’m going to last. Not at this rate, with our hurried thrusts.
“Langdon!” she cries, her body arching, every muscle rigid. Her body contracts, gripping my cock even more. Her hands claw at my ass.
I take her mouth in a brutal kiss. A groan leaks from our kiss, and I can’t tell if it’s mine or hers. White hot pleasure prickles up my spine, my balls tightening as I release inside her, filling the condom.
I collapse on top of her, winded, struggling to inhale and exhale like normal. Sweat dots my brow, and I roll off Delia, careful to keep my hands on her. To not break our connection.
I never want to stop touching her. Kissing her.
She rolls to her side, facing me. “That was…” her words halt mid-sentence.
“Yeah.” I agree.
Still gently panting she says. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” She’s flushed from head to toe. I did that. I made her glow.
I shake my head and smile. “No. That was extra, for sure. That was the magic of you and me.”
She looks at her watch. “It’s only nine. We have a lot more hours for…stuff.”
I grin. “Stuff huh?”
Delia laughs and I swear I could drown in the sound of it.