“I missed you today.”
She pouts. “When you weren’t bossing me around.”
She’s still pissed about this morning. I kiss her forehead. My stubborn darling.
“You’re the only boss in the room,” I whisper, kissing her soft skin and covering her body with mine. I’m not lying. I would do anything for her. She helps me pull the t-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Her nipples are pink and hard. I take one sweet nub in my mouth while teasing the other with my thumb, and she moans her pleasure, opening her body to me.
Moving one hand between her thighs, I stroke her gently. Her hips move, grinding into my touch.
Hmmm. “Did you think about this while you were at work?”
“Every minute,” she replies breathily.
I push her panties aside and stroke her soft, slick flesh. She responds eagerly, moving with my touch and urging me on. I slide my fingers inside her, and she makes a strangled sound, her hips rolling with uncloaked desire.
Massaging her inner walls with leisurely strokes of my fingers, I drink in the look on her f
ace as her pleasure increases. Her hands fist around my cock and she moans. “You’re so hard.”
“Because I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
“Me too,” she admits with a sigh, “and I can’t wait anymore. I want you inside me.”
It would be my pleasure. I slide her panties off then get on my knees and draw her up to the same position, facing me. I hold her tight while I position my cock between her spread legs, she buries her face in my neck, and then I slide her down slowly until I’m buried inside her.
She feels so good, almost too good to be real. I’m almost afraid to move, afraid I won’t last more than a few moments. She rolls her hips, her body demanding more movement, more friction, but I hold her still, kissing her face, her lips, her throat, telling her just how much she means to me.
Her lips are parted, letting out soft moans. Her muscles tighten around me, squeezing and demanding. I slide one hand down over her butt, cupping the soft round flesh before sliding between her cheeks, teasing the tight rim for a few moments before pushing gently inside.
She lets out a sweet, tortured groan. Her hips grind, urging me to move.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper in her ear. “I love being buried so deep in your hot pussy.”
“Oh God! Landon.” Her voice is weak, desperate. I watch her fall to pieces, devouring every minute, every expression on her face. “Please Landon, fuck me now, fuck me hard…oh God!”
I give her what she wants, still holding her tight, her knees tight around my hips. I push deep inside her, keeping her off balance, thrusting deeper each time I enter her until she cries out again and again. I don’t stop until she’s too weak even to moan, only then do I let go and drive her over the edge one last time, taking her with me.
She soon falls asleep, and I hold her for a long time, unwilling—unable to let go. My soul feels like it’s a part of her. I want things to stay like this.
It’s just sex.
Is it?
I watch her, wondering what she’s dreaming about when she smiles in her sleep. Finally, I leave her in bed and let myself out of the apartment.
Chapter 25
The next morning, outside Rachel’s apartment, I watch from the car as she leaves her building and walks the few steps to the car. She’s expecting Joe to be alone, so when she opens the door and finds me waiting in the back, her face lights up with pleasant surprise.
“Hi, sexy,” she drawls, grinning widely.
I resist the urge to kiss her senseless. “Good morning.”
She leans close to me. “I dreamed about you last night,” she whispers, running a finger over my tie. “It seemed very, very real.”
I raise an eyebrow. “If you thought for a moment that was a dream, I’ll have to work harder next time and make sure you’re really awake.”
She inhales. “Are you going to make a habit of slipping into my bed?”