I climb off the bed and hurry to my dresser. Digging through the folded briefs and socks, I feel a plastic wrapper. Bingo!
“Bingo?” Nora says with a youthful giggle.
My stupid mouth never waits for my permission to speak. I don’t try to defend myself and instead just laugh with her and climb back between her legs. With steady hands she helps me and once again guides me to her. I lean my face to hers and kiss her lips, her cheeks, her chin, even her closed eyes.
She sighs and wraps her arms around my back, pulling me to enter her. Fuck, she feels . . . She feels like nothing I’ve ever before felt. Maybe she’s just perfect for me. Her body, still and soft under me, is all curves and tanned skin. I didn’t take her shirt off, but I can see plenty of her breasts. She catches me looking at them and pulls the fabric down, cupping her breasts and pulling them out from her shirt. I bend my neck to pull one of her soft, dark nipples into my mouth. I gently nibble her, eliciting a sharp whimper.
Her arms go behind my back again, urging me to her. “Are you okay, Landon?”
I thrust into her slowly, reveling in the exquisite feel of her body taking mine. I nod and lift my mouth to hers. I keep moving slowly, in and out. In and out. Tenderly touching her, claiming her as mine.
She kisses me until all I can feel is her heart pounding against my chest, her body flush with mine. Her legs grow stiff, and she whispers, begging me not to stop. I don’t until my body splits in two and falls onto hers in a fit of sighs and rising and falling chests.
I roll off of her warm body and lie on the bed beside her. “That was—” I try to catch my breath.
“Perfect,” Nora says for me.