I sigh impatiently, and unable to wait anymore, I rub myself against him. My body is pulsing with unbearable, uncontrollable need. “Landon...” I moan.
“Shh, baby.” With my legs wedged around his waist, he pulls down his trousers and briefs,
just enough to free his cock. At the sight of the thick, turgid member, my body turns to liquid desire. “Fuck me, Landon.” I pant, long past the point of shame, “Fuck me, now.”
He obliges, spearing me with one sweet plunge that goes so deep inside me, I lose all my senses. Everything disappears but exquisite sensation of his cock inside me, and his tongue working feverishly at my nipple as he thrusts so fast and so deep, it feels less like just sex, than some kind of intense primal mating. His deep grunts mix with my whimpers, the sounds of uncontrolled and unbridled pleasure filling the room.
He moves his mouth from one breast to another without slowing his pace. I groan, my body tightening around him as warm pleasure courses through me.
“Ah fuck!” his voice is tortured as he leans back, still thrusting, giving me a view of the tightened muscles from his chest to his stomach, and the column of his cock as it moves in and out of me. The sight pushes me over the edge, and I cry out, helpless and boneless, my body spasming in a long, pulsing orgasm.
He plunges deep, filling me completely as my body contracts with pleasure far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I hear his low groan as his hips jerk, his cock twitching inside me as he comes.
Afterward, he pulls me off the wall and drops to his knees, still inside me. His chest is rising and falling heavily. I wrap my hands around his neck and bury my face in his hair, pressing my sweat-sheened body against his with a strange desire to be as close to him as physically possible.
After a few moments, he rises to his feet, carrying me, with his semi-hard cock still buried inside me. He carries me to his room and lays me gently on the bed before starting to pull away.
“Don’t,” I whisper, not wanting to release him. “Don’t go.”
He settles between my legs, leaning his weight on an elbow. He leans down and covers my mouth with his, kissing me with an intensity that feels as if he’s getting to the very depths of my soul. With his free hand, he caresses my so-sensitive skin. I feel him harden again, still inside me, and the full feeling makes me moan into his mouth.
He pulls his lips away from mine, his blue eyes dark with desire. Holding my gaze like some kind of erotic hypnotist, he starts to move, this time doing it slowly, sliding in and out of me, and stroking my already sensitive walls to the edge of pleasure.
I can’t look away from his eyes. As pleasure intensifies and his control begins to slip, it feels as if I’m looking into his soul and he’s looking into mine. As if, in that moment, there are no barriers. As if we’re not lovers just in our bodies, but somehow to the very depths of our souls.
I come with a long drawn-out whimper, my body tightening as pleasure rocks me. His soft groan follows, and his hands tighten reflexively around my waist as he spills himself inside me.
He pulls out, sending aftershocks rolling through me, and pulls me close to his body, holding me against his warmth. I feel tears teasing at my eyelids and I blink them away, concentrating instead on how good it feels to be so close to him.
Enjoy it while it lasts, an inner voice warns, it’ll soon be over.
I wake up sometime during the night, still in Landon’s bed. The room is dark, with only a dim light from outside the open curtains. Landon is not with me on the bed, nor anywhere in the room.
I find a white hotel robe in the dressing room. Putting it on, I find my way through the suite, finally going through the open doors that lead to the terrace. There I find him standing by the stone railings, looking out at the city in the night.
I stand by the doors, just looking at him. He’s wearing pajama bottoms riding low on his lean hips. The air is cold, but he doesn’t seem to feel it. As I watch, he runs a hand through his dark gold mane, then leans forward on the railings, releasing a sigh as the muscles of his back flex with the movement.
I find myself wondering what he’s thinking. There’s something melancholy about his solitude, and I’m hesitant to disturb him, but almost as if he can feel me standing there, he turns around and straightens.
“You should be asleep,” he says.
“So should you.” There’s a hint of tiredness in his eyes, “What are you doing out here?”
“Just thinking.”
I join him at the railing. “What about?”
“Work.”
I turn to look at him. He’s looking straight ahead, his eyes focused on the darkness beyond the lights. Had I really expected that he would tell me what was on his mind? His monosyllabic answers remind me that even though last night it felt as though something had shifted in our relationship, it was just my imagination.
We’re still practically strangers, with good sexual chemistry, but still strangers.
The wind moves, causing me to shiver slightly. Landon notices. “You’re cold,” he says. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”
He puts his arms around me, and his skin is warm, even though he’s been standing outside shirtless. In his room, he takes off the robe I’m wearing and pulls the covers back on the bed, lying down with his arm around me until the steady rise and fall of his chest lulls me to sleep.
I feel it when he gets up not long after, the loss of his warmth almost jerking me out of sleep. He doesn’t return till it’s getting light outside. I wake up when he joins me on the bed, and after another tender round of intense sex, we lie in each others arms, not speaking, and not asleep either, until he gets up to go to the bathroom, and I leave for my room to prepare for the day ahead.