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Teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue forces my hips up, demanding more. He circles and licks from my needy clit down around my slit, and further to the sensitive puckered hole.
I scream his name and clutch his hair. My heels dig into his back.
He’s driving me wild, but not letting me come.
“Landon, please.” I’m so close my body shakes with the need to finish.
Cupping my ass with his hands, he presses his thumb inside my pussy. As he squeezes and his thumb pumps in and out, he sucks my clit, teases it, and sucks again.
I explode with pleasure. The world comes apart at the seams. The overhead lights in the break room radiate with every color in the rainbow, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Landon presses his tongue against my clit while waves of ecstasy roll over me. As my muscles relax, he gently licks up every drop of my juices. “I may have an addiction to you.”
Rising from the couch, he pulls his golf shirt over his head, exposing his lean, hard body. How a guy who cooks fabulous food all day can look this amazing is a mystery to me.
He slides his jeans and boxer briefs off but pulls his wallet from his jeans before letting them drop to a chair. After taking out a foil packet, he tosses his wallet on the table. He kneels between my legs. Before he tears the pack open, he meets my gaze. “There’s no pressure here, Grace. I’m beyond happy to have made you scream, and I’d be thrilled to hold you for a while. Just tell me what you want.”
Despite how satisfied I should be, I yearn to feel him deep inside me. My hips lift of their own accord. “I want you to fuck me deep and hard.” I don’t even know who I am anymore. Since when do I talk dirty?
He groans low, and his cock jerks where it stands at attention from his body. He rolls the condom on, and his long fingers are sensual.
All I can think is those fingers were inside me. I never want to lose him again.
Then he notches his shaft at my apex and eases forward.
All rational thought flies from my head. I lift to pull him deeper. His big cock stretches me. The oddest series of pleasure/pain noises squeak from my mouth.
Landon stops, lets my body adjust. The muscles in his jaw tick, and there’s strain in his eyes.
I lift again. “I’m fine. I want all of you.”
With a moan of pure pleasure, he pushes forward until I’m so full that I dig my nails into his back. I don’t know how I’ve survived my entire adult life without feeling this full and good. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tip my pelvis to take him a little deeper.
“Grace, you’re perfect.” He kisses my cheek, my eyelids, my jaw, and chin. As he eases back, he devours my lips. Moving inside me with slow precision, he rubs my clit with his shaft every plunge.
“So good.” Clutching his thick hair, I kiss him. Lifting my hips to meet his rhythm brings me close to my third orgasm. “I’m…Landon…oh, God.”
Thrusting hard, he speeds his pace. “Come on, baby. I won’t come until you do.”
Just the idea that he’s waiting for my pleasure before he allows his own is all my body needs. I tumble into oblivion. My pussy clutches his thick cock. Nothing has ever been so satisfying, and my orgasm continues as Landon fucks me hard and fast, pushing himself over the edge and grunting out his pleasure.
On his elbows, he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re so perfect, Grace. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“I have a long list of all the things that are wrong with me. I’ll let you read it sometime.” I kiss his chin.
His laugh is half a groan as he pulls out and kisses my nose. “I look forward to it.”
When he grabs his clothes and steps into the bathroom, I feel more alone than I ever have. In fact, I miss him, and that’s nuts because he literally has to spend the night with me.
In my head, I think of a dozen awkward scenes that will play out when he steps out of the bathroom.
Of course, I’m a mess with my hair sticking out in all directions. I’m probably flushed, with bright red cheeks. I pull on my panties and wrap the blanket around myself. Everything about sex with Landon was perfect, yet I still feel awkward and alone. Well, the break room is less than ideal. The fact that neither of us can escape any awkwardness sucks. Maybe I’m just doomed to have an unfulfilled life alone, with occasional sex if I’m lucky.
I’m rolled up like a burrito when Landon steps out of the bathroom looking perfect. He pulls me onto my feet and wraps his arms around my burrito. “Goddamn, you’re adorable. How about if you get dressed and I feed you?”
“Okay.” My arms are trapped between us, and since he doesn’t let go right away, I have to stay in his arms. It’s not a hardship, mind you, but I’m tensely waiting for him to get weird.
He rubs his hands up and down my arms and kisses my forehead, then lets me go with the most charming smile. I mean, he looks really happy. Happy, like the best day of his life, happy.
