Close to You - Kristen Proby Page 0,32
with a grin.
I just point at him. “Like they’ve been airbrushed.”
“You’re good for my ego, baby.” His eyes narrow. “You really don’t wear panties.”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
I lift one shoulder. “Panty lines. I hate them. And thongs are just damn uncomfortable.”
He laughs. “That’s my Cami, always logical.”
I bite my lip and cup his perfectly sized, not-too-big, not-too-small dick in my palm. “I’d say that by the look and feel of this, the compliment is returned,” I reply, and look up into his blue eyes. “You’re rather hard, Landon.”
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, and it’s definitely your fault,” he replies, walking me backward to the bed. “Lie down.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I lie on my back and he covers me, just like he did on the couch. But this time, there’s plenty of naked skin for both of us to explore. Hands glide and lips nibble as we discover each other.
He kisses his way down my chest, paying attention to my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingertips. My back arches off the bed. I can’t stay still as he bites my belly near my navel, then licks his way to the promise land.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
With one swipe of his tongue, I’m lost. A sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin, and I cry out, not giving even one shit about making noise. When most men would think they’ve done their part with one or two swipes of the tongue and move along, Landon proves yet again that he’s not most men. He settles in and continues to explore me with his mouth and fucking me with his tongue, then sweeping up to tease my clit and back down again.
I’m writhing, my legs shifting, hips circling. He’s making me absolutely fucking crazy. Someone shouts for more, and I’m pretty sure it’s my voice. His hands are traveling over my body, and then scoop under my ass and lift me, and I’m spread open to him like a feast.
And boy, does he feast.
Finally, when I’m nothing but a shaking, trembling hot mess, he licks and kisses up my torso, my shoulder and neck, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and that only turns me on more. I can’t get enough of him.
I grab his bare ass and try to tug him to me, but he holds strong, making growls.
“In a minute,” he says.
“Want you,” I reply.
“Oh, baby, I want you too.” And then he takes himself in his hand and rubs the tip of his dick up and down my wetness, through my lips, and up over my clit. His eyes are on mine, watching what he does to me.
“Holy shit, that’s good.”
I close my eyes, but he leans in and kisses me, then says against my lips. “I want you to open your eyes for me, sweetheart. I want you to look at me when I push inside you.”
I look up at him, and slowly, so fucking slowly, he guides himself inside me. He pushes all the way in and stops, sweating, staring down at me with a mixture of awe and pleasure and everything I’ve ever wanted to see from him.
“Fuck me, you feel good,” he says, and lowers himself to his elbows so he can bury his hands in my hair and kiss me. I hitch my legs up over his hips and he sighs.
“So deep,” I whisper. “God, Landon.”
“Too much?”
“No.” I shake my head and grip his ass in my hand once again. “But I’d love for you to move.”
I clench around him, making his eyes roll. “God, babe.”
I kiss him. Sweetly at first, then more insistently, and his hips begin to move. The thrusts become harder, but they’re still shallow, and I can feel every single glorious inch of him.
Even my lips are tingling as I feel the orgasm start low in my belly.
“Fuck.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” he growls, and bites my neck, which only makes the tingling spread, and before I know it, I’m clenching down on him and crying out as my whole world explodes into a million bright pieces. I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can only feel him, in me, around me, and suddenly he groans and joins me, shaking and panting.
He collapses on top of me, his face buried in my neck, and we stay like this for long minutes while our hearts slow down and our bodies cool.
Landon just made love to me. And it was better than any fantasy I’ve