I dropped back onto the mattress, my head resting on a pillow. He kissed me again, his teeth nipping at my lips, and then moved his mouth across my jaw, my ear, down my throat. I twisted the blanket in my hands, forcing my arms to stay at my sides as he kissed his way down my body. He took his time, the kisses soft and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I wanted, again, to yank his clothes off, to feel him bury himself in me, and it was impossible to lay back as his lips circled my nipple, as he took it between his teeth.
I groaned, reaching for his shoulders and trying to pull him back up to me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist, force him to plunge into me.
Instead he took my hands and pushed them off of him. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, moving over to my other breast, teasing and twisting the nipple in his teeth.
“I want you,” I said, twisting beneath him. My skin was hot to the touch, my breath coming in heavy rasps. Maybe it was because we’d been apart these last couple of days, but my need burned hot and insistent, and I wanted him to skip all the foreplay and just fuck me, with all the anger and force of the last time we’d been together.
“Not yet,” he replied, irritatingly calm. I knew he wanted me, too—could feel the hard ridge of his cock each time he shifted his weight.
His mouth was hot yet agonizingly gentle as he kissed his way down, pausing over my belly button. I dug my hands into the blankets, gripping and twisting, trying to restrain myself as his mouth skimmed across the waistline of my jeans.
It wasn’t possible to be more turned on, and he hadn’t even gotten my pants off yet.
I lifted my hips as she slid them down my legs, my panties going with it.
And then I was naked in front of him, his mouth as on my hip bone, his breath hot against my skin. He pushed my thighs apart, so that my knees fell open, and I was exposed to him. I lifted my head, watching him.
He looked up, his eyes finding mine, his expression sparking as if he knew I enjoyed watching. Enjoyed seeing him down at my thighs, as his mouth covered my skin. I shifted my weight, pushing another pillow under my head, so that I was partially propped up and could keep my eyes on him.
I watched as his mouth trailed across my inner thigh. I tensed as he came to my clit, but instead of stopping, instead of giving me what I desperately wanted, he continued over to my other thigh, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake.
My entire body was pulsing with need, and when he finally returned to between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit, I gasped. He dropped down onto his elbows, and as his mouth closed over my clit again, he stared at me. Watched as a heavy wave of pleasure hit as his tongue circled me.
I moaned, fighting the urge to shut my eyes. Watching this man—this powerful man—between my legs was too much.
Knowing I was his and he was mine.
Finally.
He reached a hand out, finding where the dildo had been buried in the bedding. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue around me, and as I watched his fist encircle the glass toy, my pulse turned into a snare drum.
His mouth was hot against me, but the glass was cold, hard, and unforgiving. He slid it up and down my slit, until I arched my back, begging for it. And then I felt it at my opening, watched as he tipped his head back, meeting my eyes as he slid it inside me. I moaned as the glass stretched me, filled me, arching against it.
He pushed the toy deeper, until I could feel his knuckles brushing against my inner thighs, and it felt like I could take no more. Then he pulled back and pushed in again, picking up a steady rhythm.
I fell back against the bed, my breathing coming in heavy rasps as he pumped the toy in and out of me.
And then his mouth found my clit again, and heat exploded behind my eyelids. My entire body was hot, my blood rushing in my ears like a freight train as his tongue slid around my clit, as he pumped the glass harder into my pussy.
My moans grew louder as my pleasure built. “Don’t stop,” I said, more of a gasp than a voice.
He closed his lips around my clit, sucking, the pulsing of it bringing me to the edge. “I’m going to come,” I cried, reaching a hand down, twisting it into his hair as my climax hit.
I moaned, feeling my pussy clenching around the dildo as he buried it deep, continuing to swirl his tongue around my clit.
My breathing came in raspy gasps as I struggled to catch my breath. Landon waited until I couldn’t take anymore, and I pushed my knees together against him, before he pulled his mouth away.
And then he smiled up at me, the picture of cockiness. He knew he’d just driven me wild, relished in the pleasure he’d brought me.
He climbed up over me, discarding the toy and nudging my legs apart again. When he kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me want him even more. Made me want him to take his own release, drive into me until he found it.