Landon helped me take my shirt off, and I noticed how carefully he draped it over a chair that sat in one of the corners of the room. He did the same thing with my pants. Then he turned and licked his lips, letting his eyes trail over every inch of my body.
“Fuck, you look good in a lace bra and panties, Emme. Your body is so…so beautiful.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I knew I was a few pounds heavier than I would have ideally liked to be, but I still felt sexy, and from the way Landon stared at me, I looked sexy as well. “Do you want me to keep them on or take them off?” I asked, running my fingers along the lace of my bra.
“Keep them on,” he said in a strained voice.
My gaze traveled down his beautiful body to the very erect and hard penis that bounced against his tight stomach. The light brushing of dark hair around his dick had me licking my lips.
“Keep looking at me like that, Emme, and I’m going to come the moment you put me in your mouth.”
Smirking, I dropped down to my knees and cupped his balls softly in my hand as I ran my tongue around the precum escaping from the tip of his penis.
Landon hissed. “Yes, God, Emme.”
I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth yet, and he was already saying my name. I loved how that made me feel. Landon had brought out some amazing orgasms in me, and now I wanted to do the same for him. I slowly put him into my mouth and took him as deep as I could.
“Fucking hell,” Landon said before he let out a long, low growl. He buried his fingers into my hair and slowly guided my head at the speed he wanted. I curled my hand around his shaft and worked it in the same direction as my mouth, twirling my tongue at the tip when I came up. When I cupped his balls again, Landon jerked. I took him into my mouth again, sucking harder and moving faster. I could feel his body tremble, and it only encouraged me to keep going.
“Emme, I’m so fucking close. God, you drive me crazy. That mouth…that…perfect…mouth.”
I moaned, and that did Landon in. He let out a gasp and a warning that he was about to come. I placed my tongue under his head and pumped my hand as he dug his fingers into my hair tighter and then came with my name falling off his lips. I loved the feeling of making him come this way. Of knowing it was me who could bring him such pleasure.
Before I knew what was happening, he reached down and picked me. In one movement I was on the bed and my pretty lace panties were shredded in his hands. Landon placed his mouth over my clit and slipped his fingers inside of me as I cried out in pleasure.
“Yes. Oh God, yes!” I cried as he licked and sucked at me like I was his favorite dessert.
He pulled his mouth away right as I felt my orgasm building. “Landon!” I shouted. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
He placed his hand on my lower stomach and smiled up at me before he returned to his previous position, and I exploded. It felt like I broke into a million pieces in the most glorious way. My body trembled, and my lower stomach went into what I could only describe as a spasm of pure pleasure. I screamed Landon’s name before I frantically pulled away from him.
“Too much. I can’t…I can’t take any more.”
Before I even had a chance to come down from my high, I felt his weight on me and I opened my eyes. He pushed inside of me with his eyes locked on mine, and I was lost once again when another powerful orgasm rocked me to my core.
“Jesus, Emme.” Landon pressed his mouth to mine as he moved in and out of me. I turned my head to the side, dragging my mouth from his as I gasped for air.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no!” I called out, feeling another buildup. There was no way. No possible way I was going to come again.
“Come again, Emme. Do it now!”
As if his words were my commandment, I fell, and he fell with me.
I wasn’t even sure how long Landon stayed inside of me before he slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath. When his hand found mine, he laced our fingers together.
“Don’t ever leave me, Emme.”
Those five words sounded like a plea, not simply a statement. I turned my head to look at him as he stared straight up at the ceiling. I knew he felt it too. This connection that we had. It was powerful, consuming, and it both thrilled me and scared me to death.
I gave him the answer that was in my heart. “I won’t.”
He turned, and our eyes locked. “Promise me.”
I swallowed hard and rolled onto my side, the evidence of his presence still in my body. “I promise you, Landon. I’ll never leave.”
He pulled me on top of him, and we kissed as if it were the first time. It was slow and soft. Deep and oh-so meaningful.
Landon rolled me over and slowly made love to me until we were so spent that we fell asleep in each other’s arms, too exhausted to even get up and shower. Landon had used the tissues by his bed to do his best to clean us both off before he pulled me into his arms and held me like he was afraid I would sneak away.
I fell asleep to the soft sounds of his breathing and the beating of his heart against my body.
Emmerson
A LOT HAD happened in the two weeks since Landon threw up at Sweet Confections bakery. We had decided not to let Aunt Autumn throw us an engagement party as it just didn’t feel right, but we did have a huge family barbecue, which honestly was so much more fun.
Hailey was actually doing better than any of us thought she would. There was a time or two she broke down and cried right after the breakup, but the past week she had decided that fate had stepped in and stopped her from making a mistake. “Better to find out now versus when I’m pregnant with his child,” she’d said with a smile that had finally touched her eyes.
Landon had hired on a few more guys to help at the shop since they’d been getting so much more interest from people looking to restore their cars or trucks. Plus, Landon and I made sure that we spent every spare moment we had away from work together. The last two weeks were crazy but filled with so much happiness.
It was the busy season for me with a wedding every weekend, and the fall wedding planning was really picking up more. My business was going strong, and I was turning down potential couples nearly every day.
Today I was touring a venue with my clients, Tim and Miranda. It was an adorable place right outside of Hamilton. The couple who owned it had ten acres of land, where they had built a small church and a reception building that housed around two-hundred people. The church sat up on a hill that had a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the Hill Country. But it could only hold thirty-six people, which was a problem for Miranda, who wanted to have sixty people at the wedding ceremony.
“Why can’t we just invite less people to the wedding, Miranda?” Tim asked, annoyance heavily lacing his voice.
Miranda turned and glared at her future husband. “Less people? I’m already making an exception by only inviting sixty, and now you want me to cut that in half?”
“You could always invite more to the reception,” I stated from where I was leaning against a wall, trying to stay out of the way. I hated to interfere, but I was feeling sorry for the way Miranda was looking at Tim. I usually kept my thoughts to myself until either the groom or the bride asked for them.
Miranda sighed and then turned to face me. “I want to go and look at the venue you and Landon looked at last weekend; the one you talked about on Instagram.”