Brooke

Loud moans fill the room, and it takes me a minute to realize they are coming from me. I am panting for breath as Landon grinds against my ass. His hand on my hip gently encourages me as I unabashedly grind myself onto his leg. Landon changes from open-mouthed kisses to sucking on the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck connect. My eyes roll back into my head at the intense pleasure. What is wrong with you? You’re rubbing yourself on Landon’s leg! I ignore the voice in my head as the peak of my pleasure draws closer. I am so close, right on the edge. I just need…something.

“I…need…” I pant.

“What do you need baby?” Landon’s voice is thick and rough. “I’ll give you whatever you need baby,” he encourages.

“More…Landon…I need more,” my voice whined.

Landon moves his hand from my hip and skims it over the top of my pajama pants, lightly teasing the skin that is bare due to my shirt riding up.

Then his hand slides under the material. He lightly circles my clit but does not touch it. My entire focus is on those slow gentle fingers, doing the opposite movement of his rough face and hips.

“Please. Please. Please,” I beg.

Landon takes his other hand and snakes it under my shirt to my breast. He starts toying with my nipple, rubbing his thumb over it. He shifts us then so he is more on his back and I am practically on top of him. His pace becomes impossibly faster, his kisses more like bites now.

“Are you close baby?” Landon pants. “Are you going to come for me?”

I nod my head frantically. “I’m so close. I just need—”

“I know what you need, baby. I am going to give it to you, I promise. Are you ready?” His fingers begin circling my clit faster.

“I’m ready! I’m ready!” I chant.

Landon pushes his middle finger inside me. At the same time, he pushes my engorged clit down roughly with his thumb. “Come,” He demands.

I scream his name and grind myself harder against him as I came.

It is so much. Too much. The sensation of the release makes me dizzy, and my hips cannot stop rocking. Landon rocks with me the whole time. I chant his name in a plea, begging him for something I did not know.

“Sssshh. It is okay, Beagchaithnini sneachta. I got you. It’s okay,” he coos in my ear as his thrusting finger gradually slows with his hips. The hand on my breast moves to my hips, forcing them to match his slow pace.

Eventually, my heart rate slows, and my breathing evens out.

“That’s right, baby.” Landon places soft kisses along my hair line. His movements stop, but he leaves his hands where they were.

We just lay there silently for a few minutes before Landon speaks. “That was amazing.”

I hum in assent. I can feed Landon’s erection pushing against me. I wonder if he wants me to reciprocate, but I felt too lethargic to speak, let alone move.