Page 43 of Until Landon
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 contactingPeoplemagazine 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.
