He blows on me and I moan, writhing uncontrollably.
“Come, Elle. Come now for me.” The stubble on his jaw grazes my inner thighs, and with one final flick of his tongue on my clit, I explode all over him just as he commands, screaming out to God, Jesus, his mother, and likely his father too.
I have no idea.
All I know is that I ride his face through this wonderfully never-ending onslaught of glorious spasms and somewhere, in the back of my lust-muddled brain, I feel the mirror slide, sway, slip out from behind my head, and then crash as it collides with the floor. I jerk, causing the table holding me up to wobble dangerously and then pitch forward. One hand flees Landon’s hair, desperately holding on to the falling table. My other flies out, searching for a wall or something to stop my momentum, only there’s nothing to grasp on to and a different sort of shriek flees my lungs.
Landon curses, yelling my name as my body topples forward and goes down.
20
Fuck! That’s all I can think as I slide my fingers from Elle’s dripping pussy just in time to dodge a falling mirror that narrowly misses my left arm. I bounce up onto my feet in a crouch as the thing shatters beside us, and the table starts to shake and then tip forward. Elle goes flying, screaming louder than I just made her, which only pisses me off more.
I need to up my game for the next round.
But before that can happen, I somehow manage to catch her mid-fall, twist us, and drop her on top of me, breaking her fall while keeping her away from the shattered glass that now lines her floor. We’re both panting for our lives, a total disheveled mess of ripped clothes. Elle’s bra is only covering one perfect tit while leaving the other exposed right up by my mouth. Her skirt is hoisted to her waist, her panties askew with my hand on her ass as I hold her against me.
“What the hell—”
Only she’s laughing, angling her body up to meet my eyes with a playful, contented smile. One I immediately return, my tongue swiping out to lick at her sweet little nipple because it’s there and why not.
“Well, that happened,” I deadpan, and she laughs harder. “Don’t worry, I’ll replace everything.”
I sit up, taking her with me and wrapping her up in my arms, holding her tight against me. Her bedroom is upstairs and down a long hallway. Her family room is like ten feet away. Impossible. If I’m not inside her in the next thirty seconds, I’ll die. That’s how badly I need this woman. I wasn’t exaggerating before.
I need her.
“Oh my God,” she says with a breathy laugh. “We broke the mirror. Like shattered it. And the table…”
My teeth scrape down her neck, lingering on her pulse. It’s thrumming with excitement. Desire. Post-orgasmic arrhythmia. Yes. I suck deeper, harder, licking up her neck until I’m breathing heavily into her ear. Flipping us around, I set her on the floor and crawl on all fours over her, dropping my weight so I can feel more of her against me.
“Landon! The glass,” she squeals as some of it crunches beneath my shoe. And that’s another thing. That squeal is also louder than the one she just gave me.
I kick aside broken pieces of mirror, grateful we’re both still wearing our shoes, and then lift her up and off the floor only to slam her against the coat closet door.
“Problem solved.”
“Thank God.” Her long legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. She hums into my mouth as she kisses me, grinding herself mercilessly down on my dick, still trapped in my jeans. My thigh holds her up, my dick begging for freedom as my hips tilt into her, dry fucking her the way she’s doing to me.
But it’s not enough.
Nowhere close to enough.
I need to feel her, be inside her. Reaching up under her skirt, right over her soaking pussy, I rip her panties to shreds. She gasps, her head falling back against the door as I slip my fingers back inside her. Showing her, telling her without words… Feel that? Feel how good that is? No one else will touch you here but me.
My mouth continues to claim hers, my tongue tasting every inch of her. She’s sweet and hungry, and I could kiss her without boredom forever. Forever? That seems crazy and irrational and is not something I can think too deeply about at the moment.
Her hands climb down between us, fumbling with my belt, then the button of my jeans, and finally my zipper. Tugging the denim down my hips the best she can until my cock springs free. She fists it in her small hand, stroking me up and down as I grip her ass, squeezing the fuck out of her cheeks, knowing I’m more than likely marking them.
I love that visual and wish I could see it, but that will have to wait. Using my other hand to line myself up with her pussy, I slide the head of my cock up and down through her wetness, and with one thrust, I’m home.
So deep inside her there’s no her or me, it’s only us.
This.
I thrust up, a slow glide, her juices coating my dick making me slick and hot, and this feels so goddamn good she’s all I can focus on. My eyes roll back as I seat myself all the way inside her and still. Needing a second to catch my breath. God. Has it ever felt this good?
I want her to moan my name again. Scream it this time for the cheap seats in the back. I want the world to hear. I’m making her feel like this.
Her head presses against the door, her chin tipped back with her eyes closed. She’s absolutely stunning like this. With me inside her. Clutching my shoulders with her nails digging in as I fill her up over and over. I can’t look away. I can’t close my eyes and succumb to the exquisite pleasure. She’s breathtaking, and I’m ruined.
I might have been that first night I met her.
Pulling out on another slow drag, I slam up into her only to do it again and again. Each thrust up is harder. Each slide out a little slower. It’s driving her mad, and her nails dig in sharper with a plea for more.
“You feel it? You feel what this is?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I need more.”
“Take what you need, Elle. Fuck my cock until you see stars.”
She bounces on me, meeting me thrust for thrust as I quicken my pace, pistoning in and out of her with smooth, hot strokes. Her tits jiggle, and I lean down, capturing the exposed one between my lips.
“Fuck yes,” she cries as I sink my teeth into her peaked bud. “More. Harder. Deeper,” she chants.
Jaw locked, I power my hips into her, higher, deeper—as deep as I can go. Giving her exactly what she’s begging me for.
Her face falls into my neck as I hold her up, screwing her into the door with a constant bang, bang, bang. It’s loud and rough, my body coated in sweat. And as much as I love holding her like this—so close—feeling her surround me, I need to take her harder, and I can’t do that without hurting her back against the door.
Sliding her off me, I set her on shaky feet, flip her around so her hands go onto the door for support, and bend her forward. I make sure she’s steady, rubbing her ass, squeezing it, and slapping it once. She moans, and I do it again.
Jesus, I’m going to hell. This sight.
Her skirt is pushed all the way up over her ass. Her pink pussy is wet and swollen. Her boots—goddamn those sexy boots.
She’s my ultimate erotic dream, and I tell her so as my palms continue to run along the globes of her ass, unable to stop touching it. She wiggles, urging me to take her again, needy and impatient. I give her another good, hard slap, then slam back into her.