Page 19 of Your Love (Merrimack Mavericks Hockey #3)
Chapter 19
“Hanging By A Moment”
Kerri - Age 19, 1989
H is words echo through the night air. “I want to kiss every freckle on your body. How long do you think it would take me?“ As Landry’s breath tickles my ear, a delicious heat radiates from his body. He seems to have forgotten all about the food we brought for a picnic; his only desire now is to devour me. At this moment, I realize that I’ve waited so patiently for this, and now that it’s here, I might combust from the intensity.
It’s everything I imagined it would be. We parked Landry’s truck on the outskirts of the farm, with nothing but the setting sun and the majestic mountain ranges stretching out before us. Despite the time of year, the air is warm, and my skin is on fire as our bodies press together.
I can sense Landry’s smile against my skin as he leans in closer, placing soft kisses along my neck. His large hand grips my jaw, guiding me as he moves down to my throat and begins to suck and nibble at the sensitive flesh. The pressure of his touch sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan of delight.
“Wildflower,” he breathes, his hand gingerly caressing my hip as it glides up and down my waist, tracing every contour with a slow, deliberate touch. I tilt my head back, my eyes closing in bliss as I savor the moment.
His lips find my neck once again, softly grazing against my skin and setting off a series of delicate shivers that race down my spine. My heart races with anticipation as he lifts his body over mine, hovering above me with a tender gaze.
“Are you sure you want this?” Landry asks, his voice filled with concern.
Without any hesitation, I respond with a whisper. “I’m sure,” I say, my words feeling like magic on my tongue.
A flicker of heat flashes in his eyes at my confession. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Wildflower,” he says tenderly.
Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks at his words, my heart squeezing tightly in my chest. “Then show me,” I urge, pressing my body against his.
As I sit up, he shifts to make room for me. His firm, calloused hands slide purposefully to the edge of my sweater, firmly grasping the fabric and swiftly pulling it off in one smooth motion.
Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off over his head. Landry’s chest is a masterpiece of rippling muscle, glistening in the dim light. A dusting of dark hair covers his pecs and forms a path that disappears into his jeans. I lick my lips, unable to resist the thought of where that path leads.
With both hands, he grabs my face and draws me close, our eyes locking and his intense gaze boring into mine. “Kerri,” he whispers before dropping his head and kissing me languidly with slow, soft strokes of his tongue. His big hand works the clasp of my bra with dexterity, effortlessly freeing me from its confines as it falls from my shoulders. His touch ignites a fire within me, making me feel alive and desired.
He holds me as he guides us back down onto the blankets. His caressing fingertips leave a trail of tingling pleasure as they dance down my chest and then cup my breast, squeezing and kneading, before rolling my nipple between his fingers.
Landry moves with slow, deliberate movements, his lips tracing a hot path along my skin. His touch is searing and tender all at once. He takes a peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before teasing it with gentle flicks, driving me wild.
I mewl his name, unable to contain the pleasure he’s bringing me. His skilled mouth lingers on my breasts, sending shivers down my spine and making my toes curl. I can feel him smiling against my skin, reveling in the way I’m responding to him. He trails kisses down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs, where he looks up at me with twinkling eyes filled with satisfaction.
“What do you want, Wildflower?” he asks in a husky voice that sends shivers through me. His words wrap around my body, squeezing me tight as I grow wetter with anticipation.
“I want you,” I say breathlessly. “Need you.”
My body arches towards him as he gently tugs my jeans and underwear down. “You’re perfect,” he says as he settles between my legs. His warm breath tickles my inner thigh before his lips and tongue explore the area with slow, deliberate movements. My need for him intensifies with every second, and I can’t help but moan as his tongue glides up and down my sensitive skin. “You taste like honey,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. “I could never get enough of you.”
Finally, his lips meet my clit in a soft kiss, savoring every moment before delving into more intense pleasure. He takes his time, teasing and caressing me until I can barely contain myself. The urge for friction grows stronger with each passing second.
Knowing exactly what I need, he applies more pressure to my clit while slipping a finger inside me. A wave of pleasure washes over me as he adds another finger and expertly works me, his mouth still focused on my clit. I can’t help but cry out from the delicious sensations, lost in the moment.
My body trembles in pleasure as he hooks his skilled fingers inside and presses against my front wall while his talented tongue lashes at my clit with several firm flicks. Waves of pure ecstasy wash over me as I explode on his fingers and tongue. My entire being is consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through my veins.
I try to catch my breath as my body arches off the blankets, unable to control the overwhelming sensations. Despite the intensity, he continues his assault, now with a lighter touch as I ride out my orgasm. He doesn’t let up until every last ounce of my release has been savored and devoured by his eager mouth. Finally lifting his head, his lips and chin glisten with my sweet juices.
As the euphoria of my high begins to fade, Landry’s fingers move to undo the buttons of his jeans. I prop myself up on my elbows, my eyes drawn to him with eager anticipation.
“Enjoying the show?” he asks, his voice laced with a teasing edge.
“More than you know,” I reply, unable to tear my gaze away from his every movement.
With a flick of his wrist, he reveals his hardened length, causing my core to throb with longing.
“Were you going commando tonight?” I gasp in disbelief.
“Yes,” he says casually, like that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
In one fluid motion, he reaches into the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulls out a condom, expertly opening it before tossing the wrapper aside. His strong hands grip his length as he positions himself between my legs.
My body trembles with anticipation as he leans down, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. I eagerly explore every inch of his fit form, tracing muscles and scratching lightly with my nails.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our lips and tongues move in perfect synchronization. I moan, urging him on.
Fully sheathed now, Landry lowers himself onto me, parting my legs. His mouth returns to my sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He makes his way back up to my waiting mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as our bodies grind against each other in an intoxicating dance of desire.
But then, breaking away from our heated kiss, he lifts himself and meets my gaze. With deliberate movements, he guides himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch. He’s gentle as he holds back, allowing both of us to savor every moment and giving me time to adjust to the exquisite sensation of being connected with him in every way.
“You’re amazing,” he says as he begins to rock his hips with teasing thrusts. My nails dig into his back with urgent need as I relax into our rhythm, my moans growing louder and more intense with each thrust.
Landry pushes off me and holds himself up, allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper. “Show me how you touch yourself,” he breathes against my neck.
I slide my hand between my legs and begin circling my swollen clit with my fingers. The pleasure starts to build, a sweet, fiery ache spreading through my entire body as I arch my back in ecstasy.
With every stroke of my fingers, I increase the pressure, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. But I push on, chasing that elusive peak that promises to leave me breathless. And suddenly, it arrives—waves of intense pleasure crashing over me as my entire body trembles and shakes.
In that moment, Landry loses his control, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as he matches the rhythm of my climax. I can feel his muscles tense and his face flush with heat as he reaches his own peak. With one final snap of his hips, he moans my name and spills his release into the condom. We collapse onto the blankets, our bodies still connected, lost in the aftermath of our shared release.
As our ragged breaths mingle, Landry drops his forehead to mine, his damp hair brushing against my skin. Slowly, he slides out of me, and we both groan at the loss.
He falls beside me, his strong arms pulling me close into an embrace against his chest. The thumping of his heart matches the rapid beat of my own as he dips his head and showers kisses upon my hair, his warm breath caressing my skin.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with emotion. My heart swells with love for this man who has become my everything.