His hands wrap around my waist and he stands, my legs wrapping around him, he carries me as he turns us around then slowly lowers me to the bed. I look up at him, keeping my eyes focused on his amber ones.
His lips curve up into a grin as he pries my arms and legs from his body. Then without a word he slowly strips my clothes off of me, tossing them somewhere behind us. Licking my lips, I watch as he slowly strips out of his own clothes.
Reaching up, my fingers trace the tattoos he has on his arm. They are so unlike his personality, I wonder the kind of man he was when he got them. I open my mouth to ask, then decide that I don’t want to ruin this moment. I need him more than I need to know about the ink on his skin—at least right now.
Sitting up slightly, I reach for his length, licking my lips and wanting nothing more than to have him in my mouth. Before my fingers can wrap around him, Landry’s fingers curl around my wrist and he stops my movement.
“Back against the headboard, legs wide. Lift your arms and grip the top of the headboard for me, honey.”
No longer are his words slurred. Instead, they’re crisp, clear, and demanding. Instantly my belly dips from them and I sit all the way up, scrambling backward until I feel the warm wood of the headboard against my back.
Lifting my arms, I reach above me and grip the top railing of the headboard tightly, no doubt if I could see my knuckles, they would be white in this moment. I spread my legs and look across to Landry.
He watches me like a panther watching his prey and I love it. Goose bumps break out over my entire body at the sight of the way he looks at me. “Wider,” he growls as a demand.
My legs automatically widen and I know it’s to his satisfaction when he smirks and begins to crawl closer to me. When he’s on his knees, between my legs, his fingers grip the inside of my thighs and he pushes my legs even wider.
I gasp, and although my muscles burn, it doesn’t hurt. Then, I watch as he wraps his hand around his own length and begins to stroke himself just inches from my center. Pressing my lips together, I try not to demand he fuck me.
I try really hard.
Thankfully, he doesn’t do this long, just a few strokes. Then he closes the very short distance between us and I feel the head of his cock against my center. His hands lift, covering my own, his fingers lacing with mine as he sinks farther inside of me, until he’s buried to the root.
“Fuck, you feel so good, honey,” he mutters.
Pressing my lips together, I whimper, wishing that he would fuck me harder, so much harder.
He dips his chin, his mouth touching mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he starts to pull out of me slowly, then rock back inside. He moves with slow precision. He lifts his head, his eyes focused on mine as he continues to move with even strokes.
Licking my lips, I try to keep from trembling as it seems I always do when he touches me, when he’s near me, and especially when he’s inside of me. I need so much more, but this feels too good to ask him to stop.
This is us. Right here. Forget all the things that have happened, the outside things, this is what life is about right here. This feeling of euphoria. This. Just us. Our bed and our family.
LANDRY
I want to pound into her, slam against her hard and make her scream, but I don’t. I’m still a little drunk and I don’t want to hurt her. Besides, moving slowly feels achingly good right now. My eyes stay focused on hers as I move inside of her, feeling her warm wetness coat my dick.
She’s not going anywhere. I won’t let her. She’s mine, this is mine. I start to move a little faster when she whimpers and sucks her lips in between her teeth. Releasing one of her hands, I slip my fingers between us.
Dipping my chin, I watch as my body moves in and out of her, then my fingers play her sweet little nub. It’s fucking breathtaking. Everything about her is beautiful, but this right here, our connection,