Landon’s face hovers between my legs, and I meet his eyes, sure that mine are full of excitement and expectation. His lips lift in just a fraction of a smile, a second before he lowers his head and I feel his tongue, a warm, velvety pressure on the most intimate parts of my body.
My head falls back on the bed and I close my eyes. “Don’t stop,” I moan.
His voice is thick and husky. “Never.”
Lifting my legs, he spreads them wider as he feasts on me, the relentless movements of his tongue a slow, gentle torture. I start to squirm and he tightens his hold on my legs and thighs, keeping me in place. I let out a helpless sound, my fingers finding the silk of his hair and clutching, pulling.
“Landon,” I moan his name, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.
He responds by flicking his tongue faster, moving one hand under my blouse to palm my breast, and the other to join his tongue, slipping a finger inside my wet center.
I make a sound, my whole body melting, surrendering to him. His fingers find their way under my bra, squeezing my nipple, while his tongue continues to tease me, making me go crazy.
“Landon,” I beg desperately.
“Hmm.” The sound vibrates through me and I pull at his hair.
“Please.”
He raises his head. His hands leaving my body, but only for long enough for him to undo his pants. He looms over me, positioning himself between my legs, the hard pressure of his cock at my entrance, pushing inside me.
“So wet,” he murmurs, his voice a deep, husky growl. “So tight.”
I respond with a moan, my arms going around him as he fills me, burying himself to the hilt, for a moment we just lie there, him, inside me, unmoving, with his weight resting on his elbows.
He kisses my neck. “I love you like this,’ he whispers.
I sigh in pleasure, “Me too.”
He covers my lips with his, so I can taste myself on him, and he starts to move, flexing his hips as he pulls out then thrusts back into me, each movement stroking my insides and causing a new wave of pleasure. He moves slowly, as if he’s savoring every pleasurable slide of his skin against mine. My blood is on fire, my skin hot and dewy with sweat. My hands find his chest, my fingers stroking over the tense, hard muscles as he surges into me again and again. I meet his thrusts, my hips grinding wildly, wanting more of him, more of the pleasure. His eyes are closed, his lips parted as if in silent prayer. I hear him groan in one breath, and in the next, he whispers my name.
My hands flutter against his chest, pleasure making me nearly insane. “Landon,” I manage once, my voice thin and
feeble, then I explode, my climax bringing tears to my eyes. He lowers his body to cover mine as the waves rock me, then continues to move as they subside, thrusting with quicker strokes as his muscles tighten and his breath starts to come faster. I wrap my arms around him as he fucks me hard, nearing his peak. His orgasm comes with a throaty growl and a powerful surge inside me.
Later, after we’ve showered together and had dinner sent up from the hotel kitchen, we get dressed. Landon is ready before me, devastatingly sexy in a classic evening suit. My dress is black too, with a light gray embellishment that runs from one of the shoulders down to the flowing hem. Landon leans on the door to the dressing room watching me brush and clip my hair with the black onyx pin that came with the dress. I apply mascara and put on my lipstick, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“What?”
He shakes his head, smiling softly. “I never thought I’d ever be jealous of a tube of lipstick.”
I start to laugh, “You’re unbelievable.”
He raises his hands. “What’s so strange about that, Romeo was jealous of a pair of gloves.”
“Look how that ended,” I say pointedly.
He leaves his position at the door to smooth my dress along the shoulders and zip it up, his fingers lightly caressing my back. “This, what we have, it’s not going to be a tragedy.”
I nod, leaning into his touch as I meet his eyes in the mirror. They are blazing with emotion, and the depth of my love for him grips me like a wave, making me feel as if I’m drowning.
“I love you,” I tell him, feeling my eyes start to sting.
Landon grins. “Did my heart love till now?” He whispers in my ear. “For I ne'er saw true beauty till I saw you.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re bringing it on tonight, aren’t you, Romeo?”
“I can’t seem to help myself.”