45. Olivia
Chapter 45
Olivia
Landon’s eyes fell closed, and he leaned into my touch. When they opened again, they burned with desire. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lowered me to the mattress. His hips settled between my legs, and I felt the hard length of him press against me. Air hissed through his teeth as his erection met my slick center. He rocked forward, gliding his cock over my wetness.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me with nothing between us,” he confessed, his face tense with the effort of his restraint.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly. His hips surged forward, and his cock slid against my sensitive flesh again. He did it a few more times, spreading my slickness around before notching himself at my entrance. He held my gaze as he pressed forward, one hand braced beside my head.
He dipped his head and gently brushed his lips over mine before pulling back. His eyes searched mine, and I held onto him as he entered me in one tortuously long stroke. I expected him to begin thrusting once he was fully seated inside me, but he didn’t move. He held my gaze for a long moment, affection shining in his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice trembled, and my pulse fluttered in my chest.
“I love you, Olivia. I choose you. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to doubt that again.”
Emotion clogged my throat, and I held back a sob. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, but I blinked them away. My breath hitched as he rocked into me, and my chest constricted. He gazed down at me with unmasked adoration.
“I love you too.” The truth of my confession slammed into me. I wasn’t falling for this man like I’d claimed on the Ferris wheel. I was already in love with him. His very existence was etched into my soul, and I would never be able to erase the mark he left on my heart. And I never wanted to.
His eyes pinched closed, and he dropped his forehead to mine.
“Olivia,” he groaned, his hand lifting to cup my face. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He pressed his lips to mine and began to thrust. I opened to him, and his tongue invaded my mouth. He poured every ounce of longing into our kiss as he picked up his pace. Every sensation was heightened, and the feel of his bare cock inside me brought me closer to release.
“You feel so good like this,” Landon whispered, trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck. “I never want there to be anything between us again. I want you bare. I want all of you. Always.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and my chest swelled with affection for this man. Who knew this was where we’d end up when he towed my car just a few short months ago?
He picked up speed, and the pressure between my hips began to build. The tension coiled in my lower belly multiplied when he slid a hand between us and circled my clit with his thumb.
“Landon,” I gasped, my release mounting as he stroked the spot inside that had my muscles clenching around him.
“That’s it, Olivia, squeeze my cock. Let me feel that greedy little cunt drain every last drop of my cum.”
His words were my undoing. I shattered beneath him, my release hitting me with a force that stole my breath. I cried out, clinging to him as he slammed into me, drawing out my pleasure. He spilled inside me, the warmth of his release filling me as he thrust into me one last time and stilled.
Landon lifted his head and gazed down at me. He brushed the hair from my face and dropped a tender kiss on my lips.
“That was fucking incredible,” he said with a crooked grin, and I chuckled. A low curse left his lips, and he groaned. With a pained expression, he pulled out of me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
He fell onto his back next to me and drew in a deep breath.
“Never better,” he replied, turning to face me with a smile. “It’s just that when you laughed, you tightened around me, and he’s already quite sensitive.”
I giggled, and his grin turned up a notch. Chewing on my bottom lip, I did little to hide the mischief gleaming in my eyes.
“Does that mean you’re not up for going another round?”
“I never said that,” he replied, propping himself up on his elbow. I mirrored his position and rested my head on my closed fist.
“Hmm, I’m not sure you’re ready to … rise up to the challenge,” I taunted. He moved so quickly, I didn’t see it coming until I was flat on my back with him hovering above me.
“You don’t have to worry about my ability to rise to the challenge,” he claimed, dropping his head until his lips were barely an inch from mine. His voice came out low and gravelly when the warning came. “You should be more concerned with how many times I’m going to make you come.”