Chapter 19 - Nicole
Nicole
The kiss didn’t slow. It deepened.
It turned hungry and breathless and a little unhinged, like we’d both finally lost the fight we’d been waging for months and decided to enjoy the fall.
Landon’s mouth moved against mine with purpose, not rushed but relentless, like he was afraid if he let go for even a second I’d disappear.
Our breaths tangled, warm and uneven, noses bumping, lips parting again and again even when my lungs were screaming for air.
Every time I tried to pull back just enough to breathe, he followed, chasing my mouth, refusing to let the connection break.
I’d wanted this for so long. Longer than I’d admitted to myself.
Kissing him like this felt like relief. Like something inside my chest finally unclenching. Like my body had been waiting for permission and someone had finally said yes.
My hands were everywhere. In his hair, gripping at the back of his neck, sliding over his shoulders like I needed to map him, confirm he was real.
His hands were just as greedy, skimming my waist, my back, my sides, fingers splaying wide like he couldn’t get enough of the fact that I was here, that this was happening.
He made a low sound against my mouth when my fingers tightened in his shirt, and that did something dangerous to me.
I kissed him harder, softer, slower, messier, learning the shape of his mouth in real time, tongues brushing, breaths stuttering.
It was clumsy and perfect and so intensely us it almost hurt.
Landon started walking me backward without breaking the kiss.
We bumped into the remains of my coffee table.
I laughed into his mouth, the sound swallowed immediately as he kissed me again, smiling against my lips like he felt it too.
His steps were awkward, determined, his hands firm at my back as he guided me, like he’d decided where this was going and nothing short of a wall would stop him.
I didn’t want him to.
My calves hit the couch and I barely had time to register it before we were tumbling down together, landing in a heap of limbs and breathless laughter and still-kissing mouths. The cushions dipped beneath us, the room spinning just enough to make everything else fade away.
All I knew was his weight braced over me, his mouth still on mine, and the overwhelming, undeniable truth pulsing through me—
We’d finally crossed the line.
And neither of us had any intention of going back.
He began to hike up the oversized t-shirt I was wearing, and explored the skin beneath it. The palms of his hands were large, rough, and warm as he rested them against my bare waist, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of my sensible cotton underwear that I usually picked out for bedtime.
His hand floated over them, and he realized with a guttural groan that they were already damp with arousal. He plunged his tongue into my mouth again, taking back some semblance of control as he pushed me back into the pillows of the couch.
“God, Nicole. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, kissing my neck in between his frantic words. My head fell to the side, involuntary moans escaping my mouth as I continued to melt into his arms, into him as a whole.
My breath stuttered, and I managed to regain some of my restraint. Ready to tease him. Ready to have my way with the promising bulge in his pants.
“Wait. Sit up.”
Landon’s brows furrowed in confusion, but when I placed my hands on his chest, he obeyed and rocked back on his knees. I gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head to be discarded in the broken and battered pieces littering my apartment floor.
“Fuck…” I murmured under my breath as I took in his physique, my hands ghosting over everywhere my eyes had just left.
With one finger under his chin, I made to stand, leading his eyes to follow me. Landon fell onto his ass, his gaze burning through me. Once I was satisfied, I slowly lifted my t-shirt off, freeing my breasts for him to feast on.
And feast he did.
His tongue came out to wet his lips, the slightest tremble there as he breathed out. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The vibration in his voice was so raw, so low, I felt it deep in my chest. The result was instant wetness at my core again, and I knew I didn’t have much longer before this fire in me consumed everything in its path.
I teasingly leaned down, my hair brushing against his lap as I began pulling off his pants very slowly.
I made sure my fingers grazed his skin at every opportunity I could, smirking at the way his breathing hitched each time.
He helped instinctively, lifting his hips so I could slip his pants down to his ankles.
On my knees now, in between his legs, I hungrily eyed the twitch beneath the thin cotton of his boxers.
His hard-on was officially raging. Begging for freedom.
And I was only happy to oblige.
I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and his dick sprung free, thick and hot.
My fingers curled around his straining shaft, and he sucked a breath between his teeth the second I made contact.
One jerk of his hips, then Landon settled into my teasing pace as I stroked his cock firmly.
Then, mouth watering and unable to hold off any longer, I leaned forward and pressed a lingering, wet kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, my movements never faltering on his length.
His head fell back, jaw slack, and when I took his cock into my mouth he uttered a sound so primal it made my pussy throb.
My tongue swirled around his tip before I relaxed my jaw and took as much of him as I could swallow.
His hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling tightly as he moaned my name, hips bucking upward in a desperate search for friction.
He wanted more, and so I gave it to him, sucking hard in combination with my deliberate strokes.
“Nicole... fuck, please. I... I need to be inside you, please, ” he managed to choke out, his self-control shredding.
I couldn’t expect more after what we’d been through. After how fucking long we’d both waited for this very moment.
So I didn’t need to argue. Because I wanted him, too. I stood up fast, and he sat up straight as his hands found my hips, pulling me flush against his face before I could go any further. He leaned forward, kissing my stomach with a hunger that made my toes curl and my legs weak.
He hooked his fingers into the top of my underwear and shoved them down, not caring about being gentle or tender anymore, just wanting me naked in front of him.
He continued slipping them down my legs until I was finally able to step out of them.
His mouth was on me before the bottoms had touched the carpet, and I gave him a taste of my flushed pussy before pulling his head back.
I pushed him against the pillows and came to kneel on the couch, straddling his hips.
The feel of skin against skin sent sparks through me, and I gasped against his greedy lips right as he pulled me into a kiss, deep and desperate.
We moved together with the easy, practiced rhythm of two people who knew every inch of each other’s bodies.
It was like nothing I’d felt before. This first time with him.
This started slowly, and deeply intimate. Landon, even in the kiss, was focused entirely on me, his hands mapping the curves of my hips, his fingers digging in slightly to guide me.
I adjusted myself on top of him, my knees on the sides of his hips.
Then I rose and guided his tip to my entrance, and with one smooth, heavy downward thrust, I took all of him.
A full-body moan ripped from my lips as I felt him fill me completely, stretching me in a way that made my eyes flutter closed.
My head fell back as he groaned his emphatic agreement, his hips involuntarily jerking up to bury himself even deeper.
He brought his mouth to my nipple, sucking the sensitive, hard peak until I was shaking in his lap. “Oh, God, that’s so good. I love your mouth on me.”
“I’m just getting started.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to suck me again as I picked up the pace, riding his dick with a rhythm that became steadily faster, more frantic. The sound of our bodies meeting, it was wet and rhythmic, filling the stillness of my living room.
“Landon...”
“Talk to me, Nicole,” he whispered, his pace quickening slightly, meeting the rolling of my hips with powerful thrusts that made my ears ring. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel...” I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails marking the taut skin of his shoulders. “You feel so good. Fuck. You feel so good inside me. Filling me up like this.”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Y—yes.”
He dug his fingers deeper into my hips. Fucked me harder. “Is this what you’ve always wanted, hmm?”
“It’s you, Landon,” I whimpered, so needy for him. “It’s always been you.”
He pulled me into his arms, his chest heaving against mine, crushing my breasts. He reached up to support the back of my head, fingers running through my hair as he set his praises into my skin with wet, searing kisses.
I was close. My pace picked up, pussy clenching hard around him as the tension built to an unbearable breaking point. I rode him with a desperate urgency, my walls clamping down on him with every bouncing thrust of my hips.
“That’s it. Go for it, baby. Come for me,” he said, his voice a rough growl as he bit down gently on the skin of my neck, enough to definitely leave a mark.
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.