toes, I close my eyes and touch his lips with my own. He growls as my tongue slides across the seam of his lips.
Then his grip on my waist tightens and he picks me up. I’ve already showered and am only wearing panties and a tank top. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I grip his shoulders and grind myself against the hardening length beneath his slacks.
His head tilts to the side, his lips find mine and I open for him. His tongue slides through my mouth and I can’t hold back the moan as he consumes me. Everything about Landry is more than I ever imagined possible in a man.
When my back slams against the wall, I feel my breath escape me in a gasp. Landry swallows that gasp, then his lips travel down my neck. His beard scratches my skin and I wonder if I’ll turn pink from the roughness. I hope that I do, I love it when he marks my skin.
I feel his hand between my legs, he wrenches the center of my panties to the side and then his fingers fill me in one quick motion. I’m wet, so wet that they slide right in, but they still stretch me and I cry out. It feels so naughty with my panties still on, but I love it.
My nails dig into his shoulder, no doubt scoring him even through his shirt. His fingers pump in and out of me, over and over until it’s too much to take. I want so much more from him, I want everything and I want it now.
“Landry, please,” I exhale.
“Please what?” he demands against my throat.
“God, please Landry, I need you.”
He hums, his fingers continuing their delicious assault. He doesn’t give me more though, he doesn’t even touch my clit with his thumb. He has me wanting, needing, craving more from him. I am on edge, so close to losing my shit.
“Honey, tell me what you need,” he rasps against my neck, his teeth scraping my skin.
My entire body trembles and I let out a shaky breath. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the wall with a thump. He curls his fingers inside of me, adding to his delightful torture. His free hand lifts and yanks the top of my tank down, exposing my bare breasts.
His fingers move so hard, pumping in and out that my breasts shake and my back and head thump against the wall with each thrust. Gripping his shoulders tighter, I slide my hands down to his chest and grip his shirt, lifting my head.
“Landry,” I snap.
He lifts his eyes from my bouncing breasts, his lips curving into a shit-eating grin because he knows he’s getting exactly what he wants. And that’s fine. He should always get what he wants from me, because I love giving it to him.
But two can play at this little game. My hips roll against his hand, wishing that I could have just a light touch against my clit. Deciding to literally take things into my own hands, my own lips curve up into a grin.
Lifting my head, I lean forward and touch my lips against his. I breathe against his mouth, whimpering against him as my hand slides between us and I start to treat myself to the touch that I crave.
Landry grunts, then pulls his head away from me and tilts his chin down, looking between us. “Fuck yeah, honey. Make that pussy come for me.”
My lips curve up into a grin and I do just that. I cry out in pleasure as I bring myself the much-needed relief. But even as my body sings, I know it isn’t enough, I need so much more. And I know that only he can give it to me, and he will only give it to me when I give him what he wants.
He hums, turning us around after removing his hand from between my legs. When we’re at the bed, he slowly lowers me onto the edge of the bed.
“What do you need, Tennessee?”
“Everything,” I exhale.
He chuckles. “You got it. But right now, what do you need?”
Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and tug lightly on him. He lets out a small grunt, then he slowly releases his hold on me and stands up. He watches me from his position, his lids lowered as his chest rises and falls with his panting breaths.
I grin up at him, watching as he slowly strips out