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My voice and the jizz shoots out in an explosive hail of pleasure. A toes curling and ass squeezing kind of orgasm.
“Come, baby. Come inside me,” she coos.
That gets the last drop I have to give.
“Fuck. Oh God.”
“That was great.”
“For me. But what about you? Oh, God.”
My chest is rising and falling in a steady pattern of lust just now satisfied.
“Yeah, what about me? Hunter is gone for the night.”
“I can be there in an hour.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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 isso 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.
