Page 27 of Best Year Ever
“Landon,” she pants. “I want…” And she rocks against me again, not bothering to finish her sentence. Her eyes close again as they take in the sensation.
I could go this way all night, but I realize that it might not be the safest thing since she’s pushing against a railing. I walk us over to the wall of the deck and hold her up against it instead. The leverage lets me grind against her harder, and we both spontaneously groan as the rhythm becomes faster and deeper.
“Oh Landon, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” Rori says breathily into my neck.
That only inspires me more. A few more rolls of our bodies together has her shaking in my arms as she goes over the top. I hold her through it—until she gives one last shiver and then melts into my body.
“I got you,” I whisper in her ear. With her weight held up in my arms, I walk her over to one of the lounge chairs on the balcony and set her down gently.
She sighs in the chair, her body clearly fully relaxed and loose. She looks up at me and smiles.
“We’re just getting started, aren’t we?”
Clearly she’s remembering our New Year’s marathon like I am.
“You know it,” I promise. I cannot help the grin plastered on my face. “There’s so much more I want to do with you tonight.”
Rori looks down at the tented front of my pants. “That looks painful. We should take care of it,” she says, still breathing a little fast.
“Don’t worry about me. I have something I need to do first,” I say, with a one-track mind focused on my mental image of earlier.
“What’s that?” Rori asks as she shifts to sit a little bit more upright.
“Stay there,” I instruct. I walk behind her and crouch downbehind the back of her lounge chair. She turns her head and looks at me with curiosity.
“Those little bows were torturing me all night,” I whisper in her ear.
I then lean down to press soft kisses, inch by inch, down the side of her neck and shoulder line. Her skin tastes slightly like lemon, with a hint of salt. I keep going until I get to the first bow on her right side.
Using my teeth, I pull at the bow and the strings release on that side. She gasps, not expecting it.
“I’m not done. I’m only halfway through,” I say in hushed tones.
I brush my tongue over the spot where the bow formerly sat and run it back over her shoulder, behind her neck, and then over to her left shoulder where it meets the second bow.
Using my teeth again, I pull the bow free there too.
I plant a kiss where the second bow was and then walk around to the side of the lounge chair. Picking up her legs slightly, I slide onto the chair and maneuver us so she is straddling me, her back still resting on the lounge chair, with space in between our chests.
The top of her dress is looser without the bows, but I notice a side zipper is also holding the dress together.
“I’m going to need to see those beautiful tits again, Rori,” I say, looking her in the eyes for the first time since I removed the bows.
“And I need more of your mouth on me,” is her response, the heat rising in her eyes.
On it.
I hold back the smile I feel from her words and get to work on the zipper. After I slide it down, I slowly peel down her top to confirm she has no bra on—yep, all that’s revealed is her bare tits. They’re a perfect handful, with dark pink nipples begging to be sucked, just like I remembered from New Year’s.
I reach out and lightly pinch one.
“You want my mouth here?” I ask, knowing the answer I’m going to get, but unable to resist the tease.
“Yes, Landon, please,” Rori says with a groan.
Without any more delay, I bend down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking as I rub the other one with my hand. Rori lets out her most animal sound of the night so far, and I feel my dick get impossibly harder.
With my other free hand, I reach under her bunched-up dress and feel her wetness under her panties. I know what she needs. I use my thumb to rub her clit as my mouth and other hand take care of her tits.
