Page 52 of Best Year Ever
Every inch he goes deeper makes me feel more filled up, more stretched. But I love the bare feeling of his skin instead of a condom. The connection ismore, knowing it’s him.
He goes all the way in, and I’m overwhelmed by the fullness. He starts moving in and out of me with a rough rhythm, his hands locking my hips in place so he can maximize his leverage.
As soon as he has his flow down, he moves at a fast and pounding pace. I’ve never been fucked like this, and what Landon is doing isfucking.
His motions are hard, strong, and wild in a way I’ve never experienced. I love the sensation of being at the center of his need, which seems a little out of control. Like a claiming.
On top of which, he keeps saying my name and praising me.
“Rori, only you, baby, only you could make me this wild.”
“The best fuck. The best.”
“I love your pussy, it’s perfect.”
His words start to have an effect, and my body gets in tune to come again. I reach down to touch my clit while he moves in me, and he clocks the motion.
“That’s my girl. God, you’re the best fuck.”
Shortly thereafter, I hit my climax, and he is right behind me. I feel his hot warmth inside me as he is grunting with the same cadence.
After it all starts to fade, we collapse, him on top of me but working some magic to keep his whole weight from bearing down.
“Damn, that was awesome,” Landon says as he catches his breath.
He starts kissing the back of my neck and shoulders with quick pecks as he pulls slowly out of me. Settling his body against my side, he keeps up the pecks on my shoulders. It’s kind of sweet.
“I’m sorry I was so chatty this time,” he said. “I’ve never not used a condom. I think I lost my mind, it felt so good.”
“The talking was hot,” I say. “Really. Keep it up.” I giggle a little with the last phrase.
He gives one last big smooch to the spot where my neck meets my back and stands up.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Close to ten,” he answers.
“No TV marathon for me then,” I quip, before realizing he may want to leave. I play both angles in my next comments, so he can truly decide without guilt. “Do you need to get back? You can stay if you want.”
“I’m good as long as I can leave around seven. Is that okay?” he says, with a slightly earnest expression.
I flip around on my back and look him in the eye. We are both still completely naked, but it’s comfortable. It feels right to be with him like this.
“Totally great. I’ll make us my world-famous smoothies forbreakfast. I’m due at the courts at eight, so the timing is perfect.” I smile at him and then sit up.
“Why don’t we grab a quick shower so we don’t have to in the morning,” Landon suggests.
I stand up and kiss him on the lips quickly, before leading him to the bathroom, grateful the shower is the only thing oversized in my cottage.
The next morning, I’m up right at six o’clock naturally, before our alarms have gone off. Landon is lightly snoring, and there’s no reason to wake him, so I pad into the kitchen, making enough coffee for both of us.
By the time Landon stumbles into the kitchen, I’m fully caffeinated and have pulled out all my smoothie ingredients.
He stands at the kitchen counter and sips his coffee, increasingly more responsive as he finishes the cup. In the meantime, I’ve made our smoothies.
“Okay, not really world famous, but it’s one thing I can make properly,” I joke as I hand him a shaker bottle. “Apart from charcuterie boards.”
“Thanks,” he says, with a little cowlick popping up in his curls. Morning Landon is cute.
