Page 94 of Fear of Love
“That would make me feel better,” I said breathlessly.
“Oh, yeah? You want to be bent over this counter and watch as I take you?” Landon bent his face over mine, lips barely grazing mine.
“Yes, please.” It was exactly what I needed right now. I needed him like I needed air. His eyes searched mine as if trying to see if I really meant it. I knew the moment he saw I was serious because his lips crashed against mine in the next second.
How could someone kiss so good upside down?
Landon didn’t stop as his other hand came around and slid beneath his T-shirt. He pulled away as soon as his hand settled between my legs, his eyes dark.
“You’re naked under here.”
“Couldn’t put them on one-handed.” My grin fell off my face as he cupped me between my legs.
“Already so wet for me,” Landon groaned as he released my hair. “Look in the mirror,” his voice whispered next to my ear.
I did as he instructed, letting my eyes settle on our reflection. I couldn’t help but love how much larger he was in comparison. His chin rested just above my head, his broad shoulders easily framing mine. It made me feel small in the best kind of way.
My breath hitched in my throat as Landon nudged me feet farther apart. With one hand between my legs, he brought the other up to encase my throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, just bracketed my throat, claiming me.
“Look at you.” His lips brushed against the shell of my ear as his eyes stayed locked on our reflection. His middle finger slid between my folds, sending a wave of heat through me. Watching his hand disappear beneath my shirt only made it hotter. “God, I love how you feel on my fingers.
I leaned my back against his chest as a single digit filled me, my pussy gripping it but wanting something bigger.
“Your moans are the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” The way he whispered against my ear made a shiver race up my spine. My hips moved slowly as he held his hand still for me to ride.
It should’ve been illegal how effortlessly Landon got me worked up. One filthy sentence and I was already aching for him. The way he was touching me had me ready to wrap myself around him without a second thought. I didn’t know whether to thank the girls who came before me, showing him exactly what he was doing, or hate them for ever laying a hand on him.
When Landon added another finger, my eyes started to close. His grip on my neck tightened slightly as his stubble grazed my cheek.
“Eyes open, baby.” He said it softly, but I heard the demand in it. My eyes opened, instantly latching onto the two of us. “Watch as I make you come all over my fingers.”
I couldn’t look away even if I tried. The sight of his hand moving faster under my shirt, hand bracketing my throat, was enough to set every inch of me on fire. His eyes were staring right at me, watching as I slowly came undone under his touch.
My legs shook with each thrust of his fingers. My one good hand gripped the countertop as I felt the pressure in my lower belly grow.
“That’s it. Let it go,” he coached, somehow going faster, harder. I whimpered around the grip on my throat.
“Be a good girl and come for me.” He crooked his fingers at just the right angle, and that was all it took for me to explode. Just as I came, Landon tightened his grip on my neck, cutting my air off and making my orgasm reach a whole new level.
I lost the battle of keeping my eyes open as they rolled back. My entire body shook as Landon kept his pace fast, drawing out my orgasm until it felt like I was going to collapse. My good handgripped his wrist, not to stop him but to hold on as I lost myself to the pleasure.
Once he was satisfied, he gently slid his fingers out of me and released my throat. I sagged against his front, my legs like jello. His hand slipped out from under my shirt, moving up until his fingers touched my lips.
“Open.”
My lips parted, giving him access as he slid his fingers against my tongue. I closed my mouth around him and flicked my tongue, tasting myself on him. When he groaned against my neck, I smiled around his fingers.
He eased them from my mouth and placed a kiss on the side of my neck. I started to turn around so I could reciprocate, only for Landon to shake his head.
“No.” His body kept me in place. I tilted my head back to argue, but he shook his head again.
“Not tonight,” he said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on my lips. It was simple, barely more than a whisper of a touch, but I felt it all the way down to my bones.
He didn’t give me another chance to argue before he grabbed my brush again and gathered my hair in his hands. I felt bad, but with the wave of exhaustion that hit me, I knew Landon was right.
I stayed quiet as he did his best putting my hair into a ponytail. It was lopsided with some hair bubbles but I didn’t care. How could I when his eyes sparkled and his lips turned up into a proud grin. He gave a satisfied nod at his work.
Finished in the bathroom, Landon grabbed my uninjured hand and led me back to the living room, forgoing putting pants on. I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t cry again at the sight of the space.
