Landon chuckles and starts in the direction of the stairs. He leads me upstairs, through another hallway into a suite at the end of the hall. From the window of the exquisitely furnished sitting room, I can see the beautifully manicured lawns, and beyond that, the beach and the waters of the Long Island Sound.
I lean my head against the glass. “The view is lovely.”
“I agree.”
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nbsp; Something in his voice makes me turn around. His eyes are on my body, and he raises them to mine, his expression unrepentantly and blatantly sexual.
“Come,” he says, holding out a hand to me. “I want to show you the bedroom.”
Warm lust pools in my belly. “You’re supposed to show me around the house,” I say, even as I walk towards him on legs that suddenly feel rubbery. “It’s the polite thing to do.”
“I’m not very polite,” he says, leading me towards the bedroom. “What I am is very aroused.” He closes the door as soon as we’re in the room, then gently pushes me back to lean on the door, he drops gracefully onto his knees, pulling my dress up simultaneously. His hands cup my butt, then his fingers link under the waistband of my panties and pull them down, just enough so that he can cover the lips of my sex with his tongue.
My legs go weak. If not for his hands holding me up, I would fall. His tongue slips between my folds, hungry and teasing, searching and finding the most sensitive places to drive me completely crazy.
I’m moaning softly, my hands pressed back against the door. Even as he licks and sucks me, he slides my panties further down, freeing my legs so he can lift one of them onto his shoulder, opening me up to the pleasurable assault of his tongue.
My body is shaking, losing control. My weak moans fill the room, and yet he doesn’t stop. He licks my outer lips, then sucks on my clit, deftly plunging his tongue inside me again and again until I cry out, coming apart as my body surrenders to the pleasure.
I’m still shaking when he lets my leg drop to the ground and rises to his feet. “Tell me that wasn’t better than showing you around the house.”
“What house?” I pull his face down towards mine, sliding my lips over his. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me so hot. I slide down to my knees and start to unbutton his fly, hurriedly undoing his zipper and pulling down his pants and briefs.
His cock springs free, already erect. I take the rock-hard length in my hands, and his low growl of arousal sets me on fire. I look up at him. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed. Wetting my lips, I take the head of his cock in my mouth, slowly licking around it before sucking in the rest of him, until I can feel him tickling the back of my throat.
He groans loudly, his hands fisting in my hair. I tighten my mouth around him, sucking deeply as I rock my head. He lets out a tortured moan, and one hand leaves my hair to support his weight on the door behind me. His hips are rocking into my mouth. The powerful motions almost too much for me, but I take it, his carnal enjoyment arousing me too.
“Oh God!” he groans, jerking his hips. “Oh, fuck Rachel. I’m going to come.”
I respond by cupping his balls, letting my fingers skim the soft skin, and he lets out a labored sound, his body stiffening, as he spurts his warm seed into my mouth.
I swallow quickly, licking every remaining drop from the tip of his cock. He groans and pulls me up, pulling my dress over my head and dispensing with my bra with lightning speed. He removes the rest of his clothes with the same urgency before carrying me over to the bed. We barely make it to the huge king poster bed. He sets me down at one of the posts and pulls my hips back towards him, sliding into me from behind.
I hold on to the post, my whole body sweet and liquid as he thrusts into me with an intensity verging on feral. His hands cover my breasts, his fingers teasing my swollen nipples even as his thick cock strokes every sweet spot inside me. Pleasure suffuses me, my climax seizing my whole body. He continues to fuck me even as my shudders subside, his grunts joining with my soft cries. I feel another climax building, and I clutch at the post, my whole body tightening as an orgasm ripples through me. At the same moment, Landon thrusts fiercely inside me, burying himself completely as he groans his release.
Afterward, we lie in a tangle on the bed, sexually sated. He’s stroking my hair, and my face is against his chest, where I can hear his heart beating. It feels so natural, to be so close to him. It always has, even from the first time.
I look up at his face, wondering if he feels it too.
His hand stills on my hair. “What are you thinking?”
I shrug. “How good this feels, just lying here with you.”
He pulls me closer. “I know what you mean. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be.”
I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me. I burrow as close to him as possible, and I hear him laugh, his chest vibrating.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I nod. “Starving.”
“It’s eight,” he observes. “Dinner’s probably waiting for us.” Nudging me to sit up, he gets up from the bed, going to an adjoining dressing room and returning with two robes, he shrugs one on his perfect frame and hands the other to me, before opening the door to the sitting room.
He’s right. There’s a dinner tray with covered dishes, and an ice bucket with a bottle of wine chilling in the ice.
I watch as Landon uncovers the dishes. “Wilson seems to know what you want when you have guests over,” I comment. “Does he have a lot of practice?”