Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Kim
The rain’s patter on the roof and against the window is the night’s music.
A symphony for lovers, orchestrated by the wind.
It starts coming down harder. Why shouldn’t the weather react to the breaking news?
Landon will be here soon. Maybe even the planet’s rotation has slowed, making sure I live each moment.
Something cosmic has changed everything.
This slowing passage of time has one negative. It is no longer within my ability to judge the distance between Ronnie’s house and mine. A fifteen-minute trip is taking forever. The last of the waiting is delightfully annoying. Anticipation. It feels wonderful.
How had I forgotten I was young? Tonight my nerves and excitement are held tight in the arms of lust. And she is a smooth talker. I would be the shadow of his shadow right now. What a glorious state of mind. And body.
Standing barefoot at the bedroom window, in a sexy wrap, my finger dips a blind and I watch.
In the background, soft light from the closet illuminates the room.
A car just slowed on the wet street and sprayed the puddle.
For a second, I thought it might be him, and my heart beat faster. It was only a tease.
Stepping into the black satin heels, I move to the mirror.
In the low artificial light, my legs and ass don’t look as fat as I repeatedly tell myself they do.
Even though I told him differently, those thoughts appear with frequency.
He acts like I’m beautiful. Tonight, I’m going to try to be that woman for both our benefits.
Forgetting vanity, accepting vulnerability.
Like a film noir scene, the lights of Landon’s truck illuminate the blinds and cast an artistic shadow against the wall. He’s here! I pull the silky black robe around me and head for the front door. It is like the slow motion of a dream.
Living room lights are dimmed, and the smell of a perfume scented candle lingers in the air.
The old wood floor creaks its age as I pass.
Swinging open the door, I watch him park.
Droplets of rain blow through the entry and land on me.
A tendril of my unbound hair lifts in the wind. The wildness becomes me.
Landon exits the truck and stands in the steady rain for a minute, looking.
There is a kind of stunned reaction to my image.
Even from this distance, I sense the testosterone emanating.
The caged longing. He wears no jacket. Just a long-sleeved white T-shirt that quickly becomes stuck to his body with the rain’s effect.
Pecs, biceps, and ab muscles appear. Lord, what a beautiful man.
Deep inside, my pussy pinches its five-star review.
He starts for the house, up the stone pathway.
I let the robe open and he sees my nakedness.
The wind blows and flutters the silky fabric.
As eyes lower and then rise again, one dark wet lock falls over his eye and he pushes it away with a damp hand.
When he is in front of me, the muscles of his jaw tighten and droplets stream over soft lips.
Taking the robe’s edges in both hands, he opens and slides it off my shoulders.
It drops in a puddle at my feet. Only fuck me heels remain.
As arms lift around his neck, my passion is so impatient it aches.
Cold hands wrap around my back and he draws me close.
The sensation turns to sexual heat and goosebumps rise from both temperatures.
Breasts press against wet T-shirt, hard cock strains for connection.
His foot kicks the door behind him, closing it with a loud slam.
It’s all sex. The slamming door, the rain, and the room’s shadows.
Every touch and the intent behind them. We speak in the clearest body language imaginable.
Nothing is difficult to interpret. Kisses are impure and lustful.
Tongues play and mouths take whatever they want.
One night with Landon will never be enough. Already, it is the best sex of my life.
As if reading my mind, he proves it. First the wet shirt is peeled and sails in the air, lost somewhere between window and couch.
I touch the strong, muscled chest and feel the stunning sensation of his naked skin.
But it is my breasts that he wants and will not be detoured from.
Nipples become adored. Oh God. He takes each in his mouth and teases them to stiff peaks by sucking and tonguing them rock hard.
Fingers test a pinch. Love it. I am as wet as if his mouth was between my legs.
Going for the jeans there is hesitation before unbuttoning.
Over the pants, he grabs his cock in a show of animalistic swagger.
He’s a sexual beast and knows it. I’m so fucking turned on.
My heartbeat races. The caged cock attempts an impossible escape through heavy denim.
So I give a hand. Literally. Slipping inside two waistbands, I wrap fingers around the warm, steeled rod.
He stills, absorbing the magic of contact.
“Baby,” he whispers.
I run the length and feel the girth of him, introducing my touch. By angling just so, I reach deeper inside to the balls and cup them with the gentlest hold. Followed by a firm squeeze. One good pinch deserves another. His sexy chuckle is approval.
“Let him out,” I command the commander.
Kicking off sockless shoes, he pushes jeans down to reveal the cloaked escape artist attempting another break out.
This time it is from lowered black boxer briefs doing a poor job of keeping everything in its place.
The head of his cock peeks from the waistband like a point man on an exploratory mission.
He rids himself of the offending clothing.
Naked. If a cock can be called beautiful, and it can, this is the one.
The unmistakable other half of my sexual whole.
Landon’s eyes scan the room. Taking me by the hand, we go to the small club chair in the corner.
He sits me down and kneels between my legs.
They are lifted over his shoulders and with a strong grip around my back, Landon pulls my ass toward the edge of the chair.
Reading his mind, I spread my legs over either arm.
Exposed. Open for the tasting. Heels are removed and feet softly kissed.
It is a deeply romantic moment in the midst of the raw scene.
If he fucked me right now, I would come instantly.
He lowers his face and tongues my slit. Like it’s pussy caviar.
Perfectly paced and maddeningly slow. One thought loops in my mind; I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.
“Landon,” I whisper.
He looks up and my juices are on his lips. “More.”
Fingers part lips and eyes survey his kingdom.
I squeeze for him to see what it will be like when he is inside me.
The middle finger he wiggles against the edge of my vagina is an instrument of wonder.
He slides it in and lifts. Whatever he is touching has never been touched before.
Oh God. Just as I start to sense orgasm’s approach he pulls out. And licks his finger.
“You taste great.”
He takes a sniff and lowers his head in adoration.
“I found the Holy Grail.”
So fucking sexy.
“Make me come. I want to come.”
Hands move under my ass. Handfuls of cheeks.
“Patience.”
His mouth takes a tour from lips minora and majora and then I feel the warmth of his tongue inside.
Then out again going higher, pausing above my clit.
My hands reach down and pull back the hood, exposing the tiny engorged heart of my sex.
Landon’s eyes find mine and between us an intimacy locks.
He uses his finger, to tap tap tap. I wiggle with pleasure.
Then the tip of his tongue teases, and pursed lips suck the erotic mini-marble.
I don’t want to speak and break the sensation building. Inside, fireworks begin to light. In the distance, the first big one goes off, followed by one after another each bigger and more colorful, coming closer and closer, until all the blasts and every color become one magnificent explosion.
“I’m coming!”
My voice cries out as Landon holds my legs open and stills his tongue on my throbbing clit. It is the longest orgasm of my life. There is no sense of anything else existing. When it has played its last note, I open my eyes.
Lifting his head, he asks, “So did you come?”
I laugh at the absurd question, and his response is a brilliant smile.
Landon brings my legs down, stands and offers me a hand up. I wrap myself in the warmth of his body. Naked on naked. One whispered request is made.
“Let’s get in bed.”
Behind his eyes, desire still stands and meets mine. It does not matter that my clit still beats with afterglow. There is more, and I will have it. In a smooth move, I am in his arms being carried toward the bedroom.
“I’m contacting People magazine tomorrow. You’re the Sexiest Woman Alive.”
My giggle thanks him for the compliment. Entering the room, the light from the closet makes a pattern across the bed. He places me atop and climbs on. Starting with a kiss, we take all the other has to give. His cock is like granite. I reach down and slide my palm up and down.
“Open your legs,” I whisper.
There is not a moment’s hesitation. Not on his part or mine. Positioning myself between muscled thighs, and with one look at his face for inspiration, I begin the loving. I’ll take my time like he did. Why in the world would I rush the feast. Eyes closed, he gets lost in the feeling.
Knowing where to linger and how to tease the moment, I play with his balls and put them in my mouth.
He moans. That’s so fucking hot. My middle finger moves slowly toward his ass, over the taint.
Between the cheeks. Right to the entry of the sometimes forbidden.
I wiggle the digit and feel his entire body tighten in anticipation.
Hands touch my head and when I look up he’s staring into my eyes.
“I’ve got to fuck your sweet pussy.”
Flipping me onto my back, like we have practiced it to perfection, he climbs aboard.
“Wrap around me, baby,” he says.
It’s done, and his cock points North. He guides the tip inside and then uses his fists against the bed to hold himself apart. Carefully, he begins to go deep.
“Yes. Perfect,” I say, acknowledging the slow pace.
On Landon’s face, I see the reined in passion. It opens me. I am filled with the man.
“Ohhhh fuck. Kim.”
A perfect rhythm sets. We move as one, and I am aware of the beauty of being lost and found in Landon. Sounds are indistinguishable, without shape or structure. Made only of sensations, too big for words. And here in the dark of night, in a room full of shadows, the world seems bright.