Epilogue #2
“I want to touch you so bad,” he whispered, his lips tracing a heated path down my throat, hands sliding higher under my dress. His fingertips grazed over the soft lace of my underwear, and a shaky breath escaped me as he rubbed slow, teasing circles, pressing just enough to make my thighs tremble.
A soft sound slipped from my lips, something between a sigh and a whimper, and Landon let out a low, shuddering breath at the movement.
His other hand gripped my waist, grounding me against him, against the undeniable hardness beneath his pants.
The heat between us burned hotter, more desperate.
I reached down, fingers fumbling against the fabric of his pants, feeling the solid length of his cock beneath my palm.
He sucked in a sharp breath, forehead pressing against mine as he let out a low, needy curse.
“I want to be good for you, Nicole,,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. “I want to be the kind of guy you deserve.”
I nodded, swallowing hard, overwhelmed by how much I wanted it too. How much I wanted him. My breath trembled as I met his gaze, the weight of his words pressing into me as much as his touch.
“I'm yours,” I whispered, the confession slipping past my lips before I could second-guess it. “All yours.”
Landon’s breath hitched, and then he was moving, shifting, his hands firm yet careful as he eased me down onto his tux jacket that he’d spread out.
The fabric was warm against my back, but all I could focus on was him.
His weight pressing into me, the way his breath ghosted over my skin.
He hovered for a moment, eyes searching mine as though he was capturing a mental image of this moment, savoring the way I looked beneath him before he finally lowered his mouth to capture my lips again in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.
His body flush against mine, the weight of him pressing me into the softness below.
His mouth found me again, hungrier now, lips parting to deepen the kiss as his hands roamed. Gripping, teasing, worshipping.
His fingers slipped back beneath my dress, rubbing slow, deliberate circles through the thin fabric of my underwear, drawing out breathless gasps from me that I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
My thighs trembled, hips rolling instinctively into his touch, craving more, needing more.
He groaned, his expression dark with want.
“Oh… Fuck…” My voice got stuck in my throat as my mouth went dry.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, his fingers dipping just a little lower, teasing the edge of the waistband. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
I palmed his cock through his pants, feeling how hard he was, how much he needed this. And me. His hips jerked at the contact, a low curse slipping from his lips as he dropped his head against my shoulder.
“Fuck, Nicole,” he muttered, breath ragged. “You’re leaving me no choice but to fuck you hard.”
And he didn’t stop. Instead, he seized the moment, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down over my thighs and knees.
The first brush of his fingers against my bare skin sent a sharp jolt through me, a choked gasp slipping from my lips.
He groaned at the sound as his fingers explored, stroking through the damp heat he found there.
“I’ve been thinking about this, about you like this, all day. How you’d feel. What you’d sound like when I made you come.”
My fingers, trembling with urgency, found the button of his pants and undid it with clumsy desperation.
He sucked in a sharp breath as my hand slipped inside, wrapping around him properly for the first time.
The weight, the heat of him in my palm, had me swallowing hard, a thrill rushing through me at the way his whole body tensed beneath my touch.
“Keep going,” he moaned, hips jerking instinctively into my grip.
I stroked him slowly, reveling in the way his breath hitched, in the way his fingers momentarily faltered against me before resuming their teasing, sinful movements. He was unravelling, just as much as I was, the rooftop heat wrapping around us both, the world narrowing to just him.
Landon’s fingers curled slightly, pressing into me at just the right angle, and pulling a drawn out moan from my throat.
He pushed deeper, his pace slow but deliberate, coaxing every little sound from me that he could.
My hips lifted to meet him, my thighs trembling as he stretched me open, teasing that spot inside me that made my lungs forget how to breathe.
His gaze flickered up to meet mine, eyes dark and searching. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my cheek. “Feels good?”
I nodded, my breath shuddering. “Yes. So good, Landon. Please—don’t stop.”
He groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as his fingers moved faster, sliding in and out with more purpose, more confidence now that he knew just how much I wanted it.
“You’re so tight… squeezing me so damn good.” He nipped lightly at my neck, a move that had me squirming under him.
My whole body tightened at his words, and as I pumped him in return, wrapping my fingers tighter around him, he let out a strangled curse. The combination of my touch, the way my body responded to him… it was too much.
“Fuck,” he gritted, his hips jerking into my hand, fingers faltering inside me for just a moment before he pulled them away. His lips crashed onto mine, desperate and wild, as he yanked my dress above my waist, hands shaking with need. “Can’t take it anymore. I need you.. Need all of you. Now.”
I whimpered in response, fumbling at his pants to push them down his hips with urgency.
My hands shook just as much as his. He helped, shoving them down far enough for me to feel the hot, rigid length of him pressing against my thigh.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, my body tensing in anticipation.
He settled between my legs, his weight pressing me into his jacket, the sheer need in his expression making my breath stutter.
Then he pulled back to take in my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
Arching my back into him, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Don’t make me wait for it.”
A low, broken moan escaped him, and then he was kissing me again, his hands gripping my hips as he pushed forward. The last barrier getting lost between us.
And then, for a moment, everything stilled.
Our breaths mingled, hot and uneven, filling the space between us as our bodies adjusted to the closeness, the intensity, the overwhelming feeling of it all.
His hands flexed against my hips, as if grounding himself, his grip firm but reverent.
This wasn’t my first time, but it might as well have been.
Nothing before Landon had ever felt like this, this heat, this intensity.
The way every nerve in my body seemed attuned to him, how every shift and breath sent sparks through my veins.
It was different because it was him, because it was Landon.
He let out a shuddering breath, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then my jaw. “I don’t ever wanna forget this,” he confessed, the admission raw, vulnerable. “None of it.”
My hands smoothed down his back, nails lightly raking over his skin, anchoring myself to him. “Me neither,” I murmured. “I need you to move. Please.”
He groaned at my words, at the way I tightened my legs around him, silently urging him on. And then he did, rolling his hips, setting a rhythm that made stars explode behind my eyes, my head falling back with a breathless moan.
Landon cursed under his breath, burying his face against my neck as he moved, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “God, Nicole… you feel so damn good,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, with need. “Been thinking about you like this for hours.”
I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as his body rocked into mine, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Me too, Landon,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
His pace stuttered at my words, a groan breaking from his lips as he kissed me, messy and desperate.
His hands slid down my thighs, gripping them tighter as he drove into me, the slow, deep drag of him making my breath catch.
The night air wrapped around us both, the rooftop world fading until all I could focus on was him, his weight, his heat, the way he filled me so perfectly.
“God. Oh, God, Landon.” My voice climbed with each stroke, pleasure racing up my spine, my body tightening around him. He felt it, felt me trembling beneath him, felt the way my walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. Caught in the grip of his arousal had wrecked him. “Come on. You know you want to give it all to me.”
The tension inside me snapped, pleasure crashing over me in a dizzying wave.
I cried out, my body clenching around him, and Landon let out a strangled moan, his hips growing erratic.
He tried to hold on, to make it last, but feeling me fall apart around him, the way I gasped his name, it undid him completely.
“Fuck. Oh, God.” His hips jerked, his rhythm breaking as he buried himself deep, his release overtaking him. His breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps as he held onto me. So tightly, it felt like he was afraid to let go in case I disappeared completely.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We both tried to steady the whirlwind of sensations still coursing through our bodies. The stars blinked above, the hum of the city alive in the distance. But here it was perfectly quiet. Just the two of us, bodies tangled, hearts pounding in sync.