- Margot -
“I am not moody,” I said, dropping my chin and folding my arms.
“Really? Because you were in a great mood a second ago and now—” Landon pointed at my face and moved his finger in a little circle. “You look sort of pissed off.”
“Seriously, Landon. Why would you say that?”
“Because—” He reached over and pulled me into his lap.
I straddled him reluctantly, keeping my eyes on his mouth so he’d know I was still looking forward to an explanation.
“If I’d said the person I was seeing was the sweetest, prettiest, smartest woman on Earth, he would’ve known I was talking about you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, letting a sly smile escape. “Good answer.”
He pushed a stray wisp of hair out of my eyes. “I was only trying to throw him off the scent.”
“How do you think you did?” I asked, swirling a fingernail across his chest.
“Better than you did.”
“What?”
“He thinks your new relationship is more serious than you let on.”
“Is that so?” I asked, rocking my hips to wake up his lower body. It worked instantly, and he tilted his hips up in case I hadn’t noticed. As if.
“He doesn’t take you for a casual relationship kind of girl.”
“And you? What do you take me for?”
“Fun, mostly,” he said, sliding his hands under my loose T-shirt. They passed over my bra and kept going, forcing me to raise my arms.
As soon as he dropped my shirt, I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were warm and soft and took the lead from me right away, making it clear that I was the one being kissed.
I could taste a tang of orange mixed in with his beer-soaked tongue as he unhooked my bra. And after years of wondering what he thought of my body, it was a rush to expose myself to him like this, to feel his hands and eyes on me.
He grabbed my hips and slid me along the length of him before raising me in the air so he could suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
I let the weight of my body rest against his torso as my head fell back, and when the stirring sensations in my breasts began to spread through me, I reached for the back of the couch to steady myself.
He pushed my pants down over my ass, teasing my sensitive cheeks with his fingernails until warm tingles rose up my back.
I was lost in the delicate high of it when he flipped me onto the couch and dragged my pants the rest of the way off.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Am I not?” I looked up and feigned surprise. “Must’ve gotten into the habit this week.”
He clenched his jaw and exhaled, his eyes running over me like I was glistening on a spit.
“Why do you always do that?” I asked as he pulled his shirt off, revealing abs that tapered to a muscular V that disappeared behind his waistband.
“What?” he asked, casually pushing his sweatpants down with his boxers, as if I might be in any way used to seeing him so hard.
“Stop like that right before you drive me wild.”
He dropped to his knees. “For the same reason people stare at sunsets.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. I couldn’t entertain abstract thoughts when he was naked and admiring me and pulling my thighs towards him and planting his face between my legs.
I dropped my head back as he laid his tongue against me, gushing at the tenderness of that first touch before letting my eyes fall shut.
He knew just how to work me, nice and gentle and rhythmically until I could handle more pressure and speed, at which point he seemed to really start enjoying himself. Sometimes he’d even match me moan for moan, his growls even louder than the sound of his tongue splashing along the edges of my wet slit.
I gasped for breath when I realized I’d been holding it, and he sped up the pace, his tongue flicking my clit relentlessly. I grabbed a fistful of his thick hair and whimpered, knowing he liked to hear how he reduced me to a panting, pleasure-filled mess.
“You’re going to make me come,” I said as he brought me to the brink.
Suddenly, his tongue retreated and he kissed his way up my body until he was over me, the presence of his intimidating hard-on tangible over my tender pussy.
He dropped his silky lips to mine, and I kissed myself off them as I reached for his dick and guided it to my wet seam. And when he forced me open, he slipped his tongue in my mouth, invading me everywhere until I was full of him.
After he broke me in with a few slow thrusts, I pulled my knees up and wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him access to my throbbing depths and letting him fill me in places I didn’t know were empty, places only he could reach.
When he slowed down, I looked up and focused on his face.
He kept his upper body still and gazed down at me, his eyes dark with lust as he fucked me in slow motion, feeding me one inch at a time so I could savor the overwhelming shape of him.
The first few times we slept together, he made a point of checking if I was okay, but one day I insisted he stop, promising that I wasn’t that fragile, that he wasn’t going to break me. But he still asked from time to time, only now the conversation was had with our eyes alone.
I reached up and laid a hand on his cheek. He turned his head and kissed my wrist, holding his lips against my pulse. Then he brought his eyes back to mine, and I could see that he was going to come, that he wanted me to join him.
He held himself still, as deep inside me as he could reach, and with one flex of his jaw, he let me know it was time to grind against him. My hips moved in circles, nice and slow, my tight pussy milking him as I crushed my clit against the base of his throbbing cock.
And when a sharp gasp escaped my throat, he thrust twice more, triggering both our orgasms, and as we watched each other’s eyes glaze over with pleasure, it felt like neither of us would ever look away.