I kiss him back, delirious with need, pleasure, happiness and hope. Our bodies tangle, as we cling to one another like our lives depend on it, and I wrap my legs around him.
He walks to the bed, and falls over me. We kiss as he centers me on the mattress. “Condom,” he murmurs, and makes a move to go, but I hold him to me, unable to let him break the contact, the intimacy.
“I’m on the pill. I promise,” I say, and he exhales.
“I believe you, Angel. Of course I believe you. I’m clean.”
I nod and let my thighs fall apart, welcoming him into my body, my heart and into my soul. The next thing I know he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me, making me the happiest woman in the entire world. I love this man. I trust this man, and none of those things come easily to me, but he’s always been there for me, even back in college when Cameron tried to assault me. Only Landon, Peyton, and Brady were there. They’re my family. They’re the ones who truly care about my wellbeing. I see that now. I see that Ivy hasn’t been a good sister.
“Touch me, please,” he says his voice low, full of need and agony. I run my nails down his back and his muscles bunch. “Yes,” he murmurs into my throat as he peppers hot kisses over my damp flesh, loving me with his hands, mouth and cock.
He powers into me, going so deep he hits my cervix, and a new kind of sensation rockets through me. I’ve read about full-body orgasms before, but never until this very second did I ever think I could have one.
“Landon, ohmigod, that is so good.”
“Yeah?” he asks and continues to slide into me with deep, blunt strokes meant for my pleasure. I claw at him as another orgasm grows, expands and pulls me under until I’m drowning in bliss. He continues to give it to me the way I need it and somehow slides a hand between our bodies to stroke my aching clit.
“Yes,” I whimper, my voice a low keening cry that does something wild to him. He pumps harder, faster, taking me to the precipice where he does not leave me hanging. No, he promised he’d give me everything I need, and he’s a good man, a man of his word, who takes to heights I’ve never even dreamed about.
This is right. Everything in my heart and soul tells me so, which means everything else will follow and this thing we call life will all work out the way it’s supposed to, as long as I have Landon by my side and he has me by his. I hug him tighter, as I tighten around his pistoning cock, fresh tears fall as my heart fills with all the love I have for this man.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear as he swells even more inside me.
“I love you too,” he declares and closes his mouth over mine, kissing me thoroughly, deeply as he fills my body with his seed. My chest squeezes, my heart so full of love, I’m ready to explode. He shifts my body to put his arms around me, and we both hold each other so tight, it’s a wonder we can get any air. But who cares? Air is overrated. He buries his face in my hair as he continues to deplete inside me, and when he’s done, he collapses on my body, pinning me with his impressive weight.
I cry a little more, let the tears fall freely, and revel in the pounding of his strong heart against my chest. This is where I’m meant to be, yesterday, tomorrow, forever. No regrets.
After a long moment, he inches back, and his eyes are glossy so damn expressive and full of love as they meet mine. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I grin, loving the way he’s checking in with me. “Only in the best ways.”
The corners of his mouth turn up. “Why don’t we take a shower, and then I’ll come back here, and kiss all the places that hurt.”
“There are a lot of places,” I fib. Nothing hurts, in fact everything, for the first time in my life, feels wonderful…perfect. He slowly inches out of me and I yelp a little at the loss. He puts his hand between my legs, and lightly touches me, soothing any sting left behind.