Page 13 of Cold Snap

Landry

I want to tell her the reason I couldn’t pay attention to her, the reason I couldn’t get too close. I likened it to an addiction, and just like an addict, I realized I was going to have to stay away or else I would be buried in it. In her.

And I was right. The moment I have her up in my arms, I know, I’m not going to put her down. I’m not going to be able to tell myself to slow down or stop. The only thing that would make me stop now that I have her like this -in my home, in my arms- is her.

Our tongues meet and slide against one another, her hands holding the side of my face like she’s trying to hold me to her.

I should have shaved before I went on my mad dash to find her.

No wonder her brother thought I was a crazy person when I came to his door this morning.

Maybe I am crazy because this is insane, what I am doing right now with her.

My mouth takes on a mind of its own, wanting nothing more than to taste and touch and leave kisses everywhere on her soft body.

I trail my lips over her cheek and down to the column of her neck before going back up to find the spot right under her ear.

She smells like fucking dark nights and sweet dreams all rolled into one, sweet and innocent but also deep and mysterious and sexy as fuck!

Oakley’s words float back to me about who I want there when she finally loses some of that innocence.

The thought has my fingers curling into her soft hair.

I like how it’s short and sassy, but long enough that I can really grab a hold of it too.

I do so now so I can turn her head, allowing me more access to her neck.

I have us moving without really even thinking about it.

I need something flat to lay her on and show her the person who is going to be there for her…

it’s me! It always has been, and it always will be.

I somehow make it to the bed without killing both of us and lay her on it. I don’t give her time to argue or ask questions. Instead, I take her mouth again, even as I’m pushing her shirt up.

“I cannot believe you left your brother’s house with no fucking bra on.” I’m still mad about it. But I’m starting to feel a little less mad as her big breasts pop free of the thin material.

She gasps and tries to reach down to cover herself, but I’m already on her. I’m already lying on top of her, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, her shoulders. Her hands come up to cup the back of my head instead of the soft mounds I am currently kissing my way to.

“Landry!”

My name is nothing but a gasped squeal as I kiss over the swell and take her hard nipple into my wet mouth.

I suck and lave the tight bud before going to the other side and showing it some love.

I roll the little pebble around on my tongue as her arms tighten around me and her legs come up on either side of my hips to wrap around me.

Her back arches off the bed as she pushes more of herself at me.

When I’m not getting acquainted with her pretty little berry colored nipples, I use my hand to play with the other one, plucking and rolling the firm nub in between my fingers.

“L…Land! What…?! Oh, wow!”

Oh, yeah! She likes her tits played with, and I have just found my new favorite hobby! I bet I can make her cum by just playing with her like this for hours and hours. Soft brushes, tight squeezes, long licks, I am giving it all to her and more.

I take her shirt all the way over her head and toss it on my floor. The best way to keep her from running around town in the damned thing is for it to be on my bedroom floor. Now, I have to work on making sure she never wears the fucking shorts out again.

I slide my hand down over her hip and give her ass a little squeeze before slipping it back up and into the band of her shorts.

Her legs try to jerk shut, but I’m still between them, so all she does is hug up around me more.

My mind knows it’s not because she’s trying to turn me on, but my body doesn’t care.

All it cares about is the fact that we have Teresa under us, and she’s not wearing a top.

I kiss her to take her mind off what I’m about to do as I slowly edge the waistband of her shorts down over her hips.

I can’t keep from pulling back just a little so I can look at all I’ve revealed.

I don’t just yank the damned things off her.

I go slow. Taking in the swell of her bare hips, the bare mound that’s smooth and hairless.

“Landry…”

I take her mouth again, even as I brush my fingers over the bare skin. A moan rises in my throat that rumbles up when I go a little lower and find her sweet pussy wet. And then….I’m blind to everything that isn’t Teresa. I push her shorts down so I can get my hands on her more definitively.

I know this is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening.

But I’m not about to stop either. Not when heaven is so very close.

I rear up and knock her legs further apart, causing her to gasp out.

Shock must keep her where I need her because she doesn’t move to close them or tell me no, and before we both take our next breath, I am on her pussy, running my tongue up the valley of her untried crevice. “Oh God! Landry! What the fuck?”

I smack her ass. “Mouth, angel, mouth.”

“You’ve never minded my mouth before.” I start licking her with intent even as I softly chuckle. “You didn’t have a problem with my, oh, my mouth just seconds ago.”

I chuckle again, but of course, she can’t hear me because my face is buried in her tight pussy.

I zero in on her clit and start making love to it until she is writhing off the bed.

I have to sling my arm over her hips to keep her from moving as I tip my tongue further back and slowly slip it into her juicy little peach.

I can almost feel how her muscles give under the onslaught of my invading tongue.

“Oh, God! Oh, Land! Oh, Land, please! I don’t know…I don’t…”

I use my hand to spread her apart and rub her clit while I try to spear her entrance wide. I only take my mouth away from her to ease the anxiousness I hear in her voice.

“Do you trust me, baby?”

She meets my eyes before answering, “You know I do.”

“Then just let me make you feel good, angel. Let me take you to heaven.”

Uncertainty in her eyes. It’s mixed with fear of the unknown and something else that shakes me to my core…but also…

What I find solidifies the fact that this is right after all.

This is where I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to be doing.

I go back to working her tightness open with my tongue.

I keep pushing into her until I come right up against the thing I was searching for -the barrier I’ll have to breach to make her mine.

My little angel is as innocent as I thought she was.

No other lovers have ever had their hands on her.

No other man has had their tongue up inside of her.

No one else has seen her break apart in ecstasy as she screams their name.

Just me! I’m the only mother fucker! And I will be the only one!

Some primitive part of me wants to rear up and beat my chest. Some barbarian buried deep inside of me wants me to take her fucking cherry and wipe the evidence across my face like a badge of honor.

It’s probably not going to win me any points with her, but I have to acknowledge it’s there, waiting down deep, waiting to have her.

Her cries grow louder and louder as I send her over the edge and into a shaking orgasm that has her back arching off the bed.

My eyes take it all in, the ripe sway of her breasts as they’re pushed forward temptingly, the gentle arch of her back, the taste of her sweet honey, the scent of her -sweeter now that she’s cum for me.

I kiss up her body before yanking my shirt over my head and lying chest to chest with this beauty in my bed.

I should let her catch her breath, let her senses catch up to what just happened, but Teresa and I have waited long enough.

Hell, it feels like I’ve been waiting over thirty years for her. No more waiting.