“Oh, Fuck!”
I love the sound of his voice, the edge of arousal and helpless desire. Sucking hard on the head of his cock, I stroke my hand up and down his length, watching as his eyes close and his lips part. His feet press into the mattress and his hips start to move, encouraging me to take him deeper into my mouth. There’s nothing as arousing as watching him come to pieces because of my touch.
“You’re killing me,” he groans harshly.
In response, I make my movements faster. I hear him curse, and in the next moment, he rears off the bed, pulling me off him and coming up behind me on his knees. He grabs hold of the waistband of my panties and pulls, getting them down to mid-thigh before leaving them hanging there. Aroused and ready, I lift my hips to meet him, my arms braced on the bed. His fingers stroke my buttocks then move between my legs to feel how wet and slick I am for him.
I wait as he positions himself, my body trembling and expectant. He presses his cock into the entrance to my body, rubbing it, stretching it gently before pushing in, so slowly and sweetly that I let out a long moan, almost like a purr. He’s so big, so hard, so sweet, and so perfect.
He doesn’t move, at first. His hands grip my hips, his fingers gentle but firm on my skin, his cock hot and throbbing inside me. Then he pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, before thrusting in again.
My fingers dig into the sheets, and I press my face onto the soft, fragrant cotton, my moans flowing into the fabric as he fucks me. He takes his time, each thrust angled just right and delivered with the perfect force to make me feel the utmost pleasure. He rolls his hips, aiming for the most sensitive spots, taking my moans as encouragement, his hands palming the soft flesh of my buttocks as every stroke drives me closer to an explosive climax.
My body starts to tighten, surrendering to the pleasure. I hear myself moaning incoherently, all my senses enslaved to the ecstasy, the uncontrollable sweetness spreading from between my legs. I hear Landon groan, his control starting to unravel as his movements quicken.
“I’m going to come,” I hear him say. His voice is rough, ragged. “Oh fuck, Rachel.”
I cry out as my body seizes, leaving me momentarily breathless. The pulses of my climax milk him until his own orgasm is over, and afterward, he stretches out on top of me, both of us breathing deeply, our skin misted with sweat.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers into my ear.
I breathe into the sheets. “I fucking love you too.”
WE both doze off for a while, before getting up to prepare for our dinner date. I wear one of the many outfits he got for me, an off-the-shoulder black dress with green accents that match my eyes, and heels in the same color.
I’m standing at the dressing room mirror looking at my reflection when Landon comes behind me to drop a kiss on my neck. I lean my head to the side to give him more space as my eyes meet his in the mirror. Even though I know he’s mine, just looking at him still takes my breath away.
He lets his lips trail down to my shoulder, causing a small shiver to pass through me, then he takes my hand and gently fastens a bracelet around my wrist.
I raise my hand to look at the light gold chain, with glittering green stones linked into the metal. “It’s beautiful, Landon.”
“It reminded me of your eyes,” he says.
I turn to face him, my eyes searching his. “You’re spoiling me.”
He takes the hand wearing the bracelet in his. “Do you like it?”
I nod.
“Then that’s all that matters.”
Our reservation is at an intimate restaurant with lovely service and even lovelier food. Landon is smiling and charming, his attention all on me. We talk about everything, and in every second, with every question he asks, every response he gives, with the way his eyes linger on my face, and the way he takes every opportunity to touch me, he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
AFTER dinner, we return to Landon’s apartment, where I fall asleep wrapped up in his arms, and it’s the perfect end to a beautiful evening. I sleep peacefully, until his muffled shout jolts me awake a few hours later, and even before I turn on the bedside lamp to see him thrashing, straining, his tortured voice muttering a garbled version of my name, I already know that he’s having another nightmare.
I reach for his shoulder, calling his name just as he lets out another pained moan.
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“Landon.”
His body jerks off the bed, his eyes snapping open, their expression wild until they focus on me. The look of relief that washes over him is overwhelming to watch.
“Oh God!” his voice is shaky. He reaches for me, taking me into his arms as his chest rises and falls. His skin is damp¸ even though the room is cool. “You’re here.”
“Always.”
He sighs and pulls me tighter, burying his face in my hair. I put my arms around him, my brow furrowed. What would it take to enable him to move past whatever demons still haunted his dreams? I’d mentioned therapy to him before, and he told me that he’d seen people throughout his teens. Would he consider trying again?