Page 118 of Best Year Ever
Even with his clothes on, I can feel him harden swiftly, which intensifies the sensations as I rock against him. Without stopping our kiss, he encourages my movements, using his hands to increase the push of my hips against him.
“Oh my god,” I say through our kiss.
The pressure builds in my core, spreading back up to my breasts as I feel my nipples ache. All of a sudden, I don’t want all these clothes on.
I move my head slightly back and look up at him, his eyes dilated, pupils blown wide.
“Okay if I get naked?” I ask, too turned on to think of something more clever.
“Yes, both of us,” he says, similarly too distracted to be articulate, it seems.
We strip off our shirts while I stay on top of him. I then unfasten my bra, ready to get it off. As I fling it to some unknown part of his living room, Landon unabashedly looks at my breasts.
“Oh, these beauties,” he says, his hands coming up to cup them before lightly rubbing each nipple with his thumbs.
His touch sends an electric jolt through my body, and even though we are still both wearing our shorts, I can’t help but roll my hips against him again, desperate for friction.
Landon watches with a pleased smile at my reaction, thumbs still circling my nipples.
“Baby, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, clearly enjoying his effect onme.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I gasp out, as I keep rocking.
“Do it then. It’ll be the first of many,” he says, before leaning down to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
As he sucks on me, using his tongue to add friction against my aching nipples, my body gives up the fight and I come as I press against his hardness.
“I fucking love watching you come,” he says as I absorb the waves of pleasure. His hands and mouth on my breasts, still driving me crazy.
After a minute, I’m coming down, and he’s grinning.
“We didn’t even get our shorts off yet,” I say as my breath levels out.
“Wanted to make sure you got taken care of right when you needed it,” he replies, grin still firmly on his face.
A wave of emotions hits me.
Thinking of all I could have missed out if I didn’t get over my baggage. Didn’t get those big girl panties on and admit my mistake, apologize. And if Landon hadn’t been willing to listen and to try again.
I give him a soft peck on the mouth. “Thank you for that,” I say, but I mean so much more than the orgasm.
The rest of the night is incredible. The shorts do come off quickly, and soon I’m riding him on the couch until we both find our pleasure. Then we move to the bedroom with the promise of another round.
Beyond the sex resuming our previous marathon-level status, our connection, our emotional tethering, our friendship—all seem to have snapped solidly back into place.
As we take breaks, whispers of stories, jokes, and more serious topics sneak in, like they always do.
Because Landon gets me like no other, and vice versa. A perfect match.
When we move into the bedroom, he guides me back onto the bed, gently resting my head on one of his pillows.
“My girl,” he says before leaning down to kiss me.
Everything is soft and sweet this time. As he kisses down the side of my neck to the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulders, his hands lightly glide down from my shoulders to my breasts to the outside of my upper thighs, where they settle.
Pulling my legs to wrap around his own hips, he shifts closer so he can push his now fully-hard dick against my core. When his mouth has to come off my neck so he can lock our lower bodies together, I whine a little, making him chuckle.
“You liked that, huh, beautiful?”
