Her cheeks are flushed and rosy. I love the idea that maybe my body excites her as much as hers does me.
“I really love your dick,” she says next, still biting that lip as she gazes at my length, almost like she’s sizing me up.
My entire body clenches with need. “It’s all yours,” I choke out on a halting breath.
“Are you sure about this?” Her expression turns serious, and her hand stops against me.
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”
“I mean about me. You’ve waited . . . Are you sure I’m the person you want to do this with?”
“Aubree, you’re it. You’re what I want. No one but you.”
She’s breathing hard when she meets my eyes. “Because we don’t have to.”
“Please.” The word tumbles out of my mouth without my permission. “I need it. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.” I touch her cheek, and she gives me a nod.
Then Aubree leans over me, her long hair brushing my chest as she kisses the hollow of my throat, my chest, down my abs.
“This might need to be a quickie,” I warn, slightly breathless, touching her hair.
She ignores me, continuing to kiss a path down my stomach until she reaches the trail of hair below my belly button. Then she moves even lower, and my abs tighten as she licks along my rigid shaft and makes a little happy sound.
Fuck.
I watch as she wraps me in her fist, stroking as she closes her mouth over me. With the perfect amount of pressure, she sucks me urgently into the depths of her warm mouth. It feels fantastic.
And when she bobs lower, applying firm suction, my toes curl and a deep groan rumbles inside my throat. It’s so good, but I should stop her. This isn’t how I want tonight to go. But I’m powerless. Aubree’s sucking on me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
I curse out a warning. “Baby, fuck . . . fuck.”
She doesn’t heed my warning until I’m pulsing hotly into her mouth, spilling on my abs. There’s so much, but Aubree doesn’t stop her perfect torture, stroking and licking the whole time. I’m dizzy. Breathless.
Holy hell. That was intense.
“Shit. I didn’t mean to . . .” I grab some tissue from beside the bed and clean the mess off my abs.
“Shh.” She quiets me with a soft kiss pressed to my jawline. “I wanted you to.”
“But why?”
“So when we have sex, you can last longer.”
“Oh.” A hazy smile overtakes my lips. “My wife is absolutely brilliant.”
She laughs. “Did that feel good?”
“It felt fucking incredible. You’re amazing.”
I pull her into my arms and roll us over so I’m on top of her. I kiss her neck, her mouth, her hair. My mouth covers hers in a dizzying kiss, which Aubree returns with much enthusiasm.
“Then this is going to feel even better,” she says, bringing one hand between us.
I’m about to tell her I need a minute to recover, but then I realize, no, I actually don’t. Somehow I’m already straining and ready to go again. Aubree parts her thighs, rubbing her center up and down over me enticingly.
“Condom?” I croak, my voice deep.
“We’re married, Lovey. We don’t need one, do we?”
For a moment, I’m speechless. I just figured we would use one. “I’m clean,” I say.
“Me too. And I’m on the pill.”
I recall the package of birth control pills I saw on the bathroom counter. “Whatever you want. It’s your call. If you want me to wear one, I brought some.”
She smirks and tosses her hair over one shoulder. “I love that you came prepared, but I’m not fucking my husband with a condom on.”
I let out a shaky laugh because Aubree is full of surprises. She’s also rubbing herself against me in the most amazingly distracting way. “I would love to feel you bare. Just didn’t know that would be an option.”
“I trust you,” she murmurs, and my heart clenches.
And then Aubree finds the right angle, and I join us with a long, slow thrust.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Pausing once, I pull back, hesitate for a second, and then press deeper. Aubree makes a low needy sound as pleasure shoots down my spine.
“Oh fuck, Landon. You’re so . . .”
I pause again, enjoying the feel of her body yielding to mine. “More?”
Her knees widen, accepting more of me. “Yes, more.”
I pant out hot, heavy breaths with each slide of my body inside hers. Every emotion feels raw. Every moment is drenched in pleasure. It’s almost too much. Groaning, I bury myself deep, gripping her hip in one hand until I’m fully buried in the tightest, hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
“Tell me how it feels,” she murmurs.
But I can’t.
I can’t speak.
Can’t breathe.
The only thing I can do is feel. And, holy shit, does it feel amazing. It’s hot and wet and perfect.
The potent sense of satisfaction is so primal, it renders me speechless. I’ve been waiting all my life for a feeling like this to hit me. And now it has, and I’m so far out of my element, it’s not even funny. Falling for Aubree is like playing goalie without pads, and the hits just keep on coming.
Lust shoots through me, skewering my heart, and I’m gone. I’ve fallen for this girl.
“Landon,” she murmurs.
“It’s so good,” I say on a groan. “Fuck, you’re incredible . . .”
“More,” she says softly. “Yes, there.”
She pants hot against my throat when I shift my hips up, finding an angle that makes her shiver in my arms.
“Oh, Landon,” she whimpers, shaking with need. “Don’t stop. Just. Like. That.”
There’s no way in hell I’m stopping, but the amount of restraint it takes to maintain Just. Like. That. is no small achievement. Especially when all I want to do is slam into her like some kind of wild animal in heat. Thankfully, I resist that urge, but just barely. I want to make this good for her too.
Because so far? This is the best night of my entire life.
• • •
Aubree
A gasp of satisfied hunger pushes past his parted lips. “You’re mine now, Bree,” Landon growls into the heat of my throat.
The pleasure is so blinding, I squeeze my eyes closed and hiss out an uneven breath. How is this moment even real?
I’ve never been this overwhelmed, this overcome by desire before. It’s like I’m hyperaware of every little thing. From Landon’s sweet, drugging kisses to the way my body stretches to accommodate him, to the exquisite little growling sounds he’s making as he sinks deeper inside me.
He started slow, tentative at first, almost like he was testing me, testing his weight above me, testing how much of his thick length I could take. But now his hips rock urgently into mine, his powerful thrusts sending fractures of heat racing through every nerve ending.
This is supposed to be about him, not me. But as Landon moves above me, bliss spirals through every cell in my body, sweeping out everything else until I’m nothing more than a tangle of heat and lust, threatening to burst into flames, consumed by a wildfire of sensations that burn hotly through me.