Aftercare: Second Chance Romance
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“I don’t want Landon to think I’m the kind who dresses up. And he liked what I wore to dinner last night enough to ask me to come over today.”
“Oh, sweetie. It’s not because of the clothes. It’s what he’s had and wants more of.” Katie said suggestively, squealing again when another pillow flew at her. “Quit it or you’ll just have to show up in your underwear! Hey, that’s not a bad idea at all.”
Regina rolled her eyes and joined her in front of the closet. She reached in and pulled out one of the many black suits she wore often. “I’m wearing this. Look, this is tailored and fits me nicely.”
Hazel-brown eyes peered at it critically. “Hmm. Yes. I’ve seen you in this and you look good. But maybe you should ditch the pants this time, Regina. You have amazing legs. Make Landon regret waiting to have sex with you - although it’s really sweet of him.”
Regina quickly turned away to hide her blush and her body’s embarrassing response.
Landon Stewart was hazardous to her mental health - and her body. His beautiful face was always in her thoughts, as was his gorgeous body. She got all pink and sweaty thinking about last night when he admitted wanting to have sex with her so much but giving more importance to them getting to know each other too. He was attentive and a true gentleman - well, except for the speech that, as she was beginning to learn from him, a mix of awkwardness, honesty, inappropriateness and romantic. He seemed to be the only guy who can say ‘vagina’ and make it sound like poetry.
She cleared her throat, hoping to distract herself from the tightening of her nipples and her moistening vagina. She put the suit on the bed and turned just as Katie was holding up a silk blue cami top. “That’s the undershirt I wear with a matching blouse,” she said, puzzled.
“Well, today, you’re wearing it out. Black and blue make a statement and with your gorgeous eyes, the combo will punch Landon right in the gut - or his blue balls.”
Regina was about to protest but Katie shook her head determinedly. “Spare me the speech, Gina. We both know you want to have sex with him. Why won’t you? He’s gorgeous, he saved your vagina from your diaphragm - because he was a stud - and so far, a darn nice guy. At least if he turns out to be an asshole later, you have the memory of a great lay.”
Yes, she wanted to have sex with Landon. Badly. He pretty much devoured her when kissing her and he sure had octopus hands, although one of them liked her vagina very much. He was the best sex she’d had. Normally, she would be fine if this was the only takeaway. But as Katie said, Landon Stewart was a darn nice guy. Guys weren’t exactly lining up to have sex with her or even slightly interested. It was her height. Her face. Her job. Her bank account. Too much of everything, according to an ex. There was nothing she could do about her genes. Nor would she apologize for having a good job that helped buy her apartment at a young age.
Landon was nice, yes. But he was not bland and certainly far from boring. He was a sweet guy trapped in a face and body crafted by God. Not to mention funny, smart, friendly and successful. He made her feel good all over, and not just with his dick. He never made her feel like being too much was awful. Her stomach got all fluttery and warm as the memory of him kissing up and down her legs when they first slept together swept through her.
Still, Regina wanted to respect Landon’s request to wait. If only she wasn’t so desperate to have him inside her again. Something about having him inside her felt like the most right thing. That was a simple fact.
Following Katie’s instructions, Regina got dressed. Another black skirt replaced her trousers, but this one was straight and ended at the knee rather than the mini-skirt her best friend wanted. She paired the cami with the black suit jacket. In the mirror, a furrowed forehead and sapphire eyes wide with uncertainty stared back at her. The result was not overtly sexy - the buttoned jacket concealed her nipples straining against the silk of the cami. She just never noticed the surprisingly low neckline. Black, low-heeled loafers, to her, anyway, conveyed professionalism rather than sex.
It was the thong. The blasted teeny thing was chewing on her ass-it was the most uncomfortable thing she had put on. God, how did people feel sexy with something riding up their ass all day? But Katie managed to talk her into buying a few pairs a while ago but never wore them - until now. The tags had to be snipped off.
Seeing the discomfort on her face, Katie said, “Just relax, Gina. You look great. I promise. But make sure that before you get to Landon’s, this is open,” she reached from behind to unbutton the jacket and smirked while Regina blushed hotly. “He’s going to love a side of breasts on toast so much that he’s going to want to butter your muffin.”
“Don’t ruin breakfast for me,” Regina groaned as Katie giggled.
“Look, Landon’s percolating and he’s ready to burst and pour.”
“Katie!”
“Don't you want to stir?”
“Ugh.”
She was all flushed and very conscious of it in the subway on her way to Landon’s place. Grasping an overhead bar, she felt exposed despite the buttoned jacket and her skirt flat and hanging all the way down to her knees. Never had she been so relieved when the train pulled up at the station. Slipping easily through the rush and crush, she hurried to a restroom and relieved herself of the punishing teeny garment. She stuffed it in her bag then took the stairs out of the station.
Landon lived two blocks away. He promised her a hearty breakfast but she couldn’t resist entering a neighborhood bakery and getting some double chocolate muffins. The warm aroma of chocolate trailed after for the rest of her walk, causing people to either sniff the air appreciatively or stare after her.
The same doorman from their first night was stationed in front of the building. “Good morning, Miss. May I help you?”
“I’m off to see Landon Stewart? I believe he’s expecting me?”
“Ah, yes. He told me to look out for you, Ms. Abbott.” He got the door for her and smiled. “In you go.”
Because it was late and she was a little drunk when she first came here, she did not pay any attention to the lobby. With a much clearer head and sunlight, the grandeur left her gobsmacked. Thick carpets with exotic designs, sofas upholstered in silk, coffee and accent tables that appeared to be hand-carved with delicate paintings of flowers and vines. The imperial atmosphere was a little disorienting, and it took her a moment to recover and head for the elevators.
The scent of freshly-baked chocolate muffins continued to follow her walking down the hallway. She raised her hand to knock on the door when it suddenly opened and the bright, dimpled smile of a mortal in a god’s body appeared before her.
“You’re here. At last,” Landon greeted her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her eagerly on the lips. As her cheeks turned pink, he pulled her inside, closing the door behind them.
“How did you know I was coming?” She asked, feeling herself a little breathless as he pressed her against the door and continued kissing her on the neck. How could a man smell so good? He smelled of something crisp and lemony, bringing to mind sun-drenched afternoons.
“Front desk called,” he explained, finally kissing her on the lips. She went from being still and panting against him to throwing her arms around his shoulders and a long, muscular leg hitching up his thigh. He felt wonderful. His body was so hard and warm, and the rustle of his linen shirt against her silk top made her arch and kiss him back harder and deeper. She felt him smile through their kiss and was so glad when he caressed her hips, scooped her ass and started pulling her skirt up.
He sucked her lips between his teeth and she reciprocated, loving how his chest rumbled with a mix of a groan and a laugh against her breasts. His cheeks and jaw were still cool from the aftershave, his trimmed beard tickling her face, then her neck when his lips lowered to the pulse at the freckled base.
She shivered as her heart leaped wildly in her chest. Still holding him by the shoulders, her head fell back, thudding quite heavily against the door. The pain
went unnoticed, and when he started grinding his erection against her, gone. His name was a tight, throaty grunt as his teeth raked across her jaw, and a hand slipped under a skirt now pushed up to her thighs. When he palmed her bare vagina, she squawked and dropped the package of double chocolate muffins on the floor.
Landon, stilling against her and panting loudly, demanded, “What was that?”
“Muffins,” she whispered, forcing herself to not move against his hand. Her face was red from forehead to chest and her desperation to sink herself down on his fingers was so embarrassing. Something between a miracle and her sense stopped her.
“No. You’re not wearing panties?”
“No.”
“Ever?” His voice sounded strangled. His black pupils were blown from desire, overtaking the beautiful green of his eyes.
“No. Just - just this one time.”
“Like today?” Landon continued to speak in a pitched voice.
She nodded, her eyes looking very big and blue.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties today?”
She gulped. “For you?”
“You’re not wearing panties for me?”
“I know you want to wait,” she wailed, sweat exploding from her skin as her struggle to not move and take more became clear. “But Landon, isn’t there any way of changing your mind? I mean, can’t we get to know each other while having sex too? I’m sorry if this offends you but-”
He cut her off with a crushing kiss on the mouth. His hand on her vagina firmed. Then just as suddenly, he ripped his mouth off her. His nostrils flaring, he seemed to glare at her before hissing, “Never apologize for not wearing panties for me, Regina. Never.”
She blinked at him disbelievingly. “You’re not mad?”
“I’m furious you didn’t tell me right away!” He growled, the ferocity of his delivery startling her. As she realized that he was just playing, he suddenly grinned and grabbed her by the hand. He broke into a run, picking up the package of muffins from the floor smoothly as he led her to the bedroom.
Glad she was getting the results she wanted, she gasped, “I have condoms.”
Landon put the muffins on the dresser and turned to her with a chuckle. “Oh, no, sweetheart. I’m not going to have sex with you. But I’m not going to turn down another taste of your vagina.” As he spoke, he felt for the zipper of her skirt, found it and pulled it down. His chuckle became a laugh as her mouth dropped open, staring at her skirt now at her ankles.
“But, Landon!” She pointed out, her eyes falling on the very promising tent in his pants. “You’re hard.”
“Later,” he said, pulling her by the hand again before tossing her quite unceremoniously on his bed. His smile was positively devilish as she fell on her butt, her legs spreading. “Right now, I’m going to have this very succulent treat.”
Regina squealed as his mouth fell right on her sex, his arms spreading her legs impossibly wide open. She squirmed and panted, blushing hard at his loud, wet laps up and down her slit. The tip of his tongue parted her outer labia before sliding toward her fattening clit to suck hungrily on it. As his kiss tore another cry from her, his fingers got to work, thrusting into her vagina with furious, merciless strokes.
She tried to turn away, not out of refusal but because she felt on fire. Regina’s hands grasped at the sheet, crumpling it, tearing it from under the mattress. Through dazed eyes, she watched his golden head moving up and down her vagina, feeling herself melt with every thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue. His name was repeated, breathless chirps, interspersed with swearing.
No man had been this hungry for her before - or ate her out as Landon had. He would know how to kiss and touch her down there because of his job but there was nothing clinical about what he was doing. His eyes were dark with passion and the tightness of his jaw told her he too was overwhelmed with emotions.
Regina screamed his name, her hips lurching sharply against his face as she came. He didn’t slow down or ease in any way. No. As she felt herself tossed and played through her orgasms, he sucked her clit as if to pull it off her, and his two fingers sank completely in her vagina. Trembling from the force of her release, she could only lie limply on the bed, whining in protest as he raised his head and gently pulled his fingers out. He collapsed right next to her, licking his lips.
“Sweet like a ripe cherry,” Landon declared, making her blush and push her face against his shoulder.
“Shut up,” Regina whispered, her arm wrapping around his waist. To her surprise, he took her hand and kissed it tenderly. They looked at each other, their faces flushed from the bliss of their encounter.
“You can try,” he said, holding her hand to his heart.
Though she was still seeing a gold haze on everything, she murmured, “My turn.”
Landon grinned as she removed her jacket and cami. He put his hands under his head as she worked on his belt and unzipped his pants.
“A naked woman for breakfast,” he mused. “I think it’s my new favorite.”
She licked her lips as she pushed the pants off. He wore white boxer briefs. The cutest thing a man could wear, she thought as it was removed next.
Well, his underwear must have some impressive fabric technology concealing the monster between his legs.
“Oh, god,” she said, blinking at it and rubbing her eyes before turning back to Landon. ”Wow.”
“It bodes well for me that my size doesn’t scare you.”
Regina smiled at him before turning back to the huge, erect dick before her. Well, it clearly wasn’t only God that created this. He had help too. At least a couple.
Landon Stewart’s dick was the biggest she had ever seen.
Thrusting toward her, it was a very long and very thick column that was nevertheless elegant and pink. Smooth and - she took a whiff - smelled really, really good. It ended with what was probably the most perfectly round, plump tip. Looking in the eyes of the wonder, she slowly opened her mouth to wrap it around the head.
Regina made sure to show him the glide of her pink tongue on the slit of the head, dragging the dot of pre-cum into her mouth with exquisite slowness. As the slight salt of him filled her, her lips returned around his head to suck, sliding up and down, working her way up the length of him. God, she hoped to have all of him in her mouth.
Though her vagina was still wet, it began to drip as she wondered what it would be like to have his beautiful monster dick thrusting into her throat.
Seeing his eyes closed, and the veins in his neck stand out as she kissed and licked her way up, was all the encouragement she needed. The rapture on his face made him even more beautiful, so she increased the frequency of her licks, sucked him even more loudly. While her mouth was busy, her hands joined in the effort too. Playing with his plump, heavy balls, stroking him, rubbing him. Though she wished he had taken off his shirt, his obvious pleasure made up for it. Plus, she liked how his fingers pushed through her short hair to grip her head.
Landon had taken her with breath-taking roughness. She did the opposite with him, taking her time to lick, catching his soft, desirous gaze before planting more kisses around his thick, muscular thighs, back on his dick. She nuzzled her nose against the springy, golden curls surrounding his dick, making him groan and sigh her name. Then, when he was murmuring incoherently and thrusting against her face, she opened her mouth again and took him inside.
Supporting herself on spread palms next to his thighs, her mouth went up and down his dick, the pace increasing with the ease of a sure, steady climb. Her eyes sparkled as she heard the definite rip of the expensive bedspread, and she snuck a glance toward his stomach. The muscles were bunched and tensed, and when she looked at his face, he rewarded her with an expression caught between heaven and hell.
“Regina,” he groaned huskily, trying to reach for her. She gave him her hand and he pushed his fingers between her arcs. She held him. “I’m close.”
She hummed in approval, tightening her mouth a
round him.
“Oh god, Regina.”
The first burst of his come startled her but not enough for her mouth to suddenly leave him. Still holding hands, while her other hand remained around his dick, she pumped him, moaning and closing her eyes as he filled her mouth. She swallowed furiously, as fast as she could but he was relentless in pumping against her face. Surrendering to the sensation of his dick sliding against her tongue, his semen filling her throat, she moaned. Her hips rolled to ease the tension gripping her vagina, feeling herself clench and tighten remembering him being huge, and taking her without mercy.
Landon groaned as his hips rose against her for the last time before lowering back on the bed. Her mouth still latched, she once again took her time in sliding it off him, lingering on the texture and taste of him, thrusting her tongue against his head before releasing him with a soft pop. Rising on her knees, she blushed as he gave her a dazed smile.
Regina wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and let him pull her down on the bed. Half-lying against him with her leg flung across his thighs and his spent dick resting between their bodies, they looked at each other.
“Some breakfast,” he remarked, holding her.
“Hmm.” She agreed dreamily before dropping her head on his chest.
“You know, I made some frittata. Spinach and mushroom. I also cooked bacon. Extra-crispy.”
“Sounds delicious.”
“Well, I thought it was until you served me your vagina.”
“Landon!”
“What?” He said, his expression exaggeratedly innocent as she shook her head at him. “Regina, when you show up at a guy’s place without panties, it’s like a surprise lottery win. And I’m not talking about a measly thousand. Megabucks, Gina.” She was the color of beets but smiling. “So, this not wearing underwear thing,” he continued conversationally. “Is it a regular thing or just this morning?”