Chapter 23 Landon/Kira #2
A minute later, my clothes pooled around my feet. No bra, no accessories, just my lacy black underwear and my racing heart.
Landon entered the living room, head down and focused on a handful of movies.
It was very Landon to hold onto old DVDs.
“As far as rom-coms, I have When Harry Met Sally or—” His voice cut off when he looked up at me, and the DVDs fell out of his hands.
“Holy shit. Did I die and wake up in Heaven or something?”
My thighs involuntarily clenched at the look on his face. Surprise shifted to awe, which gave way to absolute lust. Black pupils swallowed his eyes as he stepped closer.
“You’re very much alive,” I confirmed.
My mind whirled as he looked me up and down. Not in a bad way. In fact, all my thoughts were confident and sure. I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want gentle kisses and soft touches. I wanted sweet oblivion, pure passion, and to only focus on what I could touch.
“I’ve never been gladder for it.” His fingers glided beneath my underwear, over my hips, traveling toward my center, where my panties grew damp. “Was this your secret plan all along? Seduce me over pie?”
“The pie is just a bonus.”
“Damn straight.”
He pulled down my underwear with a tug as our mouths crashed together. One hand crawled into my hair, tugging gently, but not enough to hurt. My mind fogged with desire, so much so I hardly noticed us traveling toward the couch.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was naked while he was completely clothed. Maybe I should feel embarrassed, but instead, I felt powerful. Eager to level the playing field.
I pulled the tail of his shirt out of his jeans. “Take this off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Leaning against the back of the couch, I watched as Landon shed his clothes, revealing broad, sculpted shoulders and the sexy V-cut of his abs that I loved so much.
Instinctively, I bit my bottom lip at the sight of his cock. Long and hard, with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. The sight disappeared when Landon stepped behind me. He pulled my hair to one side to press kisses down my neck and shoulder.
“What do you want?” he asked between kisses.
Everything.
“I want you to touch me,” I breathed, taking a tiny step backward so that my back was flush against his chest, well aware of his arousal pressing against me.
He obeyed. One hand trailed down until he found my clit, circling and stroking until it was swollen and I was ready to beg for more.
Landon pushed a finger inside me, working it deeper in time with his circles. My body lit up against him, my breath catching in my throat. “And now?”
A whimper poured out of me when he added another finger inside me and pumped both in and out—slowly and then faster, finding a rhythm that made me lose my train of thought. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
I leaned forward, grabbing the back of the couch with a death grip. “Inside me, now.” At this point, I was drenched, dripping down my thighs.
I heard the faint rip of foil before the heat of Landon’s body enveloped me. He traced one finger reverently down my spine before gripping my hip with the other hand. The head of his cock slid against my entrance until I was crumbling with anticipation. “As you wish.”
Then he slammed inside me with a single thrust. I let out a single cry, fully consumed by the stretch and the jolt of warmth it sent through my body.
Landon held on tight to my hips as he stroked his thumbs over my ass in sweeps. In this position, I felt impossibly full, yet I somehow wanted more. I pushed back against him, seeking friction, movement, anything I could take.
I didn’t have to take, as Landon was willing to give.
“I very much like you in charge, but I’ll take over for a bit.” He slammed into me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Take over he did. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was moving again, building to a rhythm that only brought me closer to the edge. My knuckles turned white with how tightly I was gripping the couch.
Hands strayed all over my back and ass like he couldn’t decide on just one spot to touch me. Like he wasn’t satisfied with only one area. His breath caressed the back of my neck.
“You were designed for me, I swear,” Landon grunted.
A single moan parted my lips. “Only if you were designed for me, too.”
“I don’t know if any being designed me. But I’d willingly break every bone in my body and put myself back together again if it meant being right for you.”
My eyes rolled back before I shut them completely, giving in to the moment. The feel of Landon’s cock thrusting inside me. The couch pressing against my hips. My shaky legs.
This was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
Passion. Love. Trust. Maybe even a good, hard fuck.
I was just a girl, after all.
A shiver rolled along my spine. “Landon, I—I need…”
“Need what?” But Landon was already reaching an arm around me, pinching and rubbing at my clit until I thought I was going to burst. My body spiked with pleasure so intense I definitely would have fallen over if it weren’t for the couch.
His breath shortened. “I can feel you coming on my cock, Kira. Fuck.”
I pictured the image of us. Me bent over the couch while Landon pounded me from behind. I arched back, trying to get closer and closer.
Any girl who played it safe or shied away from sex was completely gone from the picture now.
He shuddered and jerked inside me before he also came with a groan. The euphoria of the moment swept me away and drowned out every thought that wasn’t Landon.
The voices inside my head were silent. Usually during sex, they were on overdrive, criticizing my technique and worrying about what my partner thought. But there were no doubts or insecurities to be had. Landon made sure of that.
He turned me around to kiss me deeply. I launched onto my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“We should do this every day,” I said, half delirious.
He laughed, and I was struck by how happy he sounded. I hadn’t realized how stressed and overworked he had been these last few months. This? Pure joy. And post-orgasm bliss.
“As you wish.” Sweeping his arms underneath my thighs, he picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom.
This was what I’d been seeking, even if unknowingly, all these years. The connection with someone that ran bone-deep, the sex that made me feel boneless. Having a special person who was there for me through it all.
I couldn’t lie: getting what I wished for felt really, really good.