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Kate

Landon’s consuming kisses turn soft and leisurely from the hurried pace we started with. Our need simmers between us like a fire that just had a log thrown on but is settling to a beautiful, smoldering burn. He kisses down my jawline and traces my collarbone with his tongue.

? I grind myself slowly up against his hard length and softly moan. His fingers find the bottom of my tank and flitter beneath to drag lightly across my belly before grabbing the hem and lifting the shirt off me. I hope he likes the new lacy, red bra and thong that I bought online a week ago. It showed up at the perfect time. His eyes roam over the lace, and his fingers follow behind leaving gooseflesh in their wake. His tongue traces his bottom lip in anticipation.

Landon growls his approval, and I can’t help but clench at the deep, delicious sound. His lips suck in my bottom lip that I was just biting, and his fingertips trail and skim lightly under the hemming of the cups covering my full and heavy breasts. He’s teasing my skin, and I freaking love it.

I gasp when his thumb circles my nipple, and he bends down to capture the other one into his mouth through the lace, his tongue darting and teeth grazing over it to bring it to a tight peak. He hums happily against one when they are both sufficiently hard from his skilled mouth and fingers. He slips one cup over to reveal the breast he was touching and sucks that nipple into his mouth, and my body jolts against his at the sensation of skin on skin. His hands slide down my waist to my lower back, and he kneads both ass cheeks, pressing my already aching pussy against his hard cock. We both gasp at the contact. I squeeze his biceps hard beneath my fingers, aweing at their strength, and I feel his dick jerk between us, seeking me.

He unclasps the back of my bra then gently lays me back down on the blankets, grabbing a light one to cover over the top of us. His lips feel exquisite on my skin. He pulls back and uses both hands to draw my straps down torturously slow, but it makes me concentrate on the sensation which I’ve never paid much attention to. As my breasts are fully revealed, his eyes take in their fill. He drops the scrap of lace to the side then traces my skin as if it’s the first time he’s ever explored it. His soft actions tug at my heart. They feel reverent. Special.

Landon tangles both hands in my hair and braces his elbows on either side of my shoulders before tugging my hair back lightly and opening my mouth more for him to thoroughly explore. His movements are so erotic, little whimpers escape my throat with every new inch of skin he claims with his tongue, teeth, and lips. By the time he finishes showering my breasts with attention, I am a heaving, hot mess of want.

His tongue traces over my belly seductively, tension coiling so tight I think it might snap when his eyes drift up to me with intention. My breath catches when he finally hooks his fingers under my waistband and slips them off. I rest my arms above my head leisurely and allow his eyes to drink in all of me. He takes his time committing every bit of me to memory, blue flames dancing back at me full of burning need. He smiles darkly and spreads my legs wide, and his breathing hitches when he sets sights on my glistening skin. His hands skim up the inside of my thighs, and I sigh when he begins to trace every silky bit of skin his fingers can find.

“Every single millimeter of your body was made for me. Designed to be made love to by me.” His darkened blues suck me in and I gasp from the intensity of his words and a finger sliding deep inside of me unexpectedly. His lips part on an inhale as he begins to slowly pump it in and out with the same torturous pace he’s been exploring me with. His free hand slides up my belly to knead a breast and a needy moan escapes me.

“I want every sound. Every little gasp, whimper, sigh, moan, and groan. Give it all to me, Kate.” He moans lightly when he slides a second finger in and I whimper at the feelings swirling inside me. This is intense. I feel my body clenching around him, and his eyes are like straight fire into my soul.

? “That’s it. Listen to how your body is responding to me. You are dripping for me. Sucking me in and trying to pull me deeper.” His breathing is more erratic when he looks down at what he’s doing to me.

“ Fuck, Kate, you are so beautiful when you’re about to come,” he growls out between clenched teeth. My breath is caught in my chest. I know I’m already so close.

“I want you crying out my name. FUCK! I want you screaming it for the world to hear as you shatter all around me. It’s the sweetest music I’ve ever heard.” He leans down and flicks my clit with his tongue, his eyes never leaving mine, and my back arches, my hips bucking up toward his mouth. His dirty smile lures me closer to the edge as he closes his lips around my clit and sucks.

I fucking see stars. My breath stutters from my chest, and I cry out as sparks ignite and shoot from my core to every finger and toe like I stepped into a puddle near a fallen livewire. Ecstasy singes every nerve and vein.

He heightens the sensation by crooking his fingers and pumping with an intensity to match my quivering walls and moans his approval as he sips my desire in. His intensity fades as I come down from my high and he kisses up my body. I taste myself when his lips tangle with mine. I feel him lowering his boxers and he sits back, pulling me over his lap to straddle him again.

“I want you so much that I won’t be gentle if I’m on top. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I do the claiming of his lips this time and trace my fingers up and down his abs and chest. I explore his lips and moan when his strong arms wrap around my back, one hand tangling into the back of my hair. He lifts me just high enough for the head of his cock to slide against my entrance. I gasp and look into his eyes as we work together to sink the tip in. This time feels different. It feels like we’re telling each other something we’ve been unable to voice openly so far. He gulps and expels a shaky breath as I begin to push my hips down, sliding him in further with little resistance.

My breasts are heaving with a tense excitement, already gearing up for round two on my end. I whimper as I continue my deliciously torturous descent along his shaft, and his chest rises and falls under my fingertips in tandem with mine. He’s gorgeous. Breathtaking. So much emotion is swirling in his eyes. We both gasp again when I take him to the hilt. I slide my knees up so that I’m more so squatting than straddling. He’s so, so deep. A few gasping moans slip from my lips as my body adjusts to the depth that we’re not used to. It’s slightly painful at first but begins to ease within a few seconds.

“ Shit, that’s deep,” he rasps out. “Breathe for me. You okay?” He looks almost worried about the sounds that just escaped me.

I nod because words escape me, and he kisses me deeply. Tenderly. He doesn’t move my hips or try to rock into me. He wants me to make that first move and set a rhythm that my body can handle.

I cautiously lift then drop gently to test the glide, and he sucks in a breath. Then, I rock forward and back a few times. That feels good, so I go with it, and he settles a hand on my lower back to help. I decide to wrap my legs around his lower back, and that eases the pressure a bit more. I wrap my arms around his neck and swirl my hips a little, grinding my clit against him. My brain short-circuits a little, and I groan.

“Yes, start with that. That feels so good,” he encourages me, and I set to a lazy rhythm of swirling our sexes while he lightly presses and releases my ass to bring our bodies closer and further without it being a full pump. We kiss and explore lips, necks, shoulders, and more while we lazily work each other. It feels amazing, and within minutes we are both almost breathless with need.

“I need more,” I whimper out between breaths, and he lays me back on my back without sliding out. He lifts a knee to my chest and slides deep, the friction and glide more satisfying than our previous position.

“Fuck, yes. That’s better,” Landon groans as his hips surge into mine, and before long we’re both a trembling mess, close to the edge.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grits out and rolls back over flat on his back and grabs my hips to grind my body against his.

“Ride me. I want you coming on my cock more than once tonight.” He jerks my hips back and forth a few times, and I gasp at the different friction it gives my clit.

“Mmm...touch me while I ride.” I grab one hand and put it on my breast while his other hand pushes between us, his thumb finding my clit. I blow out a harsh breath as I begin to rise and drop.

“I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re magnificent,” Landon praises and circles my clit with tiny, tight circles. My muscles seize, and I’m right on the ledge.

“Yes, Kate, come for me.” He thrums me faster and sits up, stealing my breath with his lips as I come undone around him. My body shivers and quakes as he consumes my whimpers.

“More…” he growls out and lays me back down. His cock surges into me with a ferocity that has me building again before the last orgasm fully subsides.

“Landon!” I gasp out in surprise and delight of his untamed fucking.

“I want it all, Kate. I want all of you,” he grinds out with his thrusts, and I marvel at the way his body is moving with mine. He’s all man. His muscles ripple and flex as he sits back on his haunches and lifts my legs high. The angle change leaves me breathless.

“Fuck!” I shout with elation at the depth this gives him. His hips stutter a little, and his eyes drift closed as his pleasure creeps closer.

When his eyes open, they are blazing with a level of emotion I have never seen. He grasps my hips and lets my legs drape over his shoulders so he can be closer to me. He slows his pumping only long enough to give me a searing kiss that lights me on fire. His long, deep thrusts pull guttural moans from me, and Landon shouts as he holds his orgasm back, waiting for me.

“I want to hear it, Kate...Tell me you’re mine.” He’s shaking with need.

“I’m yours!” I cry out, and his brow furrows like he’s pained. My eyes mist over with the realization that this man loves me, and his hips stutter again; he’s losing his grip on his control, and he’s never been more beautiful. I reach up and grab his face with both hands, and he gasps and kisses my palm, lowering his body to cover mine and kisses me deep while maintaining his speed and depth. It’s intoxicating.

“My heart is yours, too,” he whispers against my lips, causing my heart to constrict and a strangled cry to tear from my throat. We frantically fuse our lips, and he thrusts a few more times before we both lose our minds and bodies to the emotions and sensations flooding our world.

We lay there for a few minutes catching our breaths and letting our minds float back down to earth. When he opens his eyes, he thumbs away a tear streaking my cheek and kisses it before tenderly taking my lips one more time.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?” he whispers nervously from above.

I nod and draw in a shaky breath.

“Say it, Landon,” I whisper back and give him a small encouraging smile as another happy tear rolls down. He captures it too.

“Kate, I love you. I love you so much, it hurts to breathe sometimes.” The relief of admitting that out loud rolls across his face, and I smile wider.

I place my hand on his heart. It’s beating wildly. For me. I know he’s probably dying for me to say anything at this moment, but I am soaking it all in. I run my fingers up his neck and into the back of his hair, tousling it with my fingers. I trace his gorgeous lips with my eyes and finally lock them back on his. They’re so blue and full of love.

“I love you too, Landon Brooks.” I seal my declaration with a kiss I hope carries my whole heart.