She smiled at Landon before taking a sip of the rich burgundy. Blond hair slicked back and dressed in a tailored tux, Landon Stewart was just devastatingly and sexily glorious. One would think she was the one with the birthday because he was practically a gift, with that black bow tie steering her thoughts to things simply not suited for public knowledge.
What a wonderful night this was turning out to be. They were more in love than the first time they admitted their feelings to each other. The sex, unbelievably, got even more mind-blowing. She crossed her legs, blushing as she felt the familiar hollowness in her vagina. Hoping to distract herself from Landon’s suggestive, leering smile, she turned her attention to the orchestra playing big band classics. Several couples were on the dance floor, moving languidly to the music.
“That blue of your dress goes well with your eyes, sweetheart,” Landon drawled, drawing her attention back to him. He smiled as she pinked before continuing, “Ah, yes. You really do have astonishing eyes, Regina.”
She bit her lip, remembered her lipstick and just looked at him. Her dress was a rich, midnight blue with low V-neckline, thin straps and a back that dipped almost to her waist. It had a straight skirt that ended at a knee and she wore black velvet strappy sandals with it. Except for her lipstick, her face was bare. The revealing style of the dress showed off the freckles scattered beginning from her forehead all the way to her broad shoulders.
“You flatter me too much, Dr. Stewart,” she teased him while reaching for his hand across the table.
“I thought you could use a break from hearing me say how much I love kissing your fat nipples and tonguing your wet vagina,” Landon said just as a waiter arrived to clear the table of the dishes from the first course. Regina’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and the waiter, obviously drilled at discretion, hastily made an apology and practically flew away from their table.
“Whoops,” Landon said, not sorry at all. She rolled her eyes at him, but they were sparkling.
“Hardly anything I can do about that. Learning to live, anyway,” she said.
“And loving it.”
She giggled. “So, you’d like to think.”
“I don’t think. I know,” he said, smirking.
After a few more moments of banter, the same waiter returned. He seemed to wait a moment, waiting for Landon to speak before taking away the dishes. Regina was trying not to laugh the entire time while Landon stared at her as if he could see through her dress.
“The coq au vin, sir,” the waiter said, setting the dish of the next course in front of Landon with a flourish. He took the next plate from the cart and presented it to Regina with pride. “Ma’am, the daube provencale.”
“Thank you,” Landon told him. He nodded at Regina’s glass. “If you could take care of her wine too, though?”
“Of course, sir. Gladly.” The waiter refilled her glass and then Landon’s. “Might I be of further assistance?”
“We’re fine. Thank you so much,” Regina told him.
With the waiter gone, they continued to talk. Regina was amazed by how fascinating Landon still was. Two years was not very long together but she was still curious about so many things about him, and whatever she found out fed it some more. And she was also so proud of him. This year, Landon published an article in a medical journal after a years-long drought.
He and the hospital were still conducting a study about the increasing frequency of cancers concerning the female reproductive system among young women. It appeared that despite being quite religious with getting tested and all the early detection tests and systems in place, some cancers were still slipping past. The findings at the moment were grim-these diseases were harder than ever to detect because they appeared to have evolved into something ‘much more silent,’ than they already were. Landon theorized that some of these cancers had evolved into more aggressive forms, or worse, new kinds of cancer.
She admired his dedication and understood the long hours he spent in the lab because this was very personal to him. It did not make for pleasant conversation at any point but she still encouraged him to speak to her about it because she herself knew that this could lead to something groundbreaking and important for the rest of the world. Besides, she would remind him, he let her prattle on about bytes and not once did he fall asleep. They knew very little about the minute details of each other’s work but respected it and made an effort to take part in it, uninteresting as it could get at times.
Then, of course, the teasing. The playful banter. But good old fashioned sex was still how they came best together. It was their language.
“This place where you’re taking me,” she said, cutting off a piece of the meat. “You know, you can’t keep it a surprise. I need to know if I have to bring a heavy coat or a bikini.”
“Oh, there’s no need for you to worry about the clothes.” Landon’s eyes twinkled.
“Landon, when we go on vacation, I expect to see some of the sights too, you know. And not-” she said, holding up a finger when he started to speak. “Just the bedroom. And your penis.”
“Dr. Stewart. Miss Abbott,” spoke a gravelly voice right behind her. Landon bit his lip to keep from laughing while Regina turned a vivid shade of pink. “I’m the host. How do you find your meal so far?”
“We’re very pleased by it, thanks for asking. Best coq a vin I’ve had,” Landon replied.
“I’ll make sure to pass along your compliments to the chef. Miss Abbott,” the man gave her a friendly smile and she wondered how much he had overheard.
“I’m fine,” she muttered.
“Great. Thank you for your kind words and please, enjoy the rest of your meal.” The host clasped his hands at his back and went to the other tables to chat.
“Don’t worry, if he overheard something, he seems a good man, he will be discreet,” Landon assured her as soon as the host was out of their earshot.
“God, how embarrassing.” Regina put her palms on her cheeks. “I’m burning up.”
“Fortunately, sweetheart, blotchy pink becomes you,” Landon assured her. “But it’s nothing compared to your dress, just so you know.”
“You’re always sweet, Landon.” To everyone else, it was a ridiculous comment. To her, it was practically poetry. Amused and blushing some more, she sent him a look of naked want that had him raising his glass to her.
“Can’t help it. It’s you,” he told her, his eyes soft. “You are the smartest, sexiest and just the most irresistible person I know. I’m torn between wanting to throw myself at your feet and worship you or grabbing you and taking you until you’re too weak to stand.”
“Landon, for god’s sake,” she breathed, quickly checking if another restaurant staff would overhear them. Glad to find none, she concentrated on the rest of her dinner.
Bursting out of her dress seemed imminent towards the end of the meal but Landon insisted on ordering dessert. Unable to refuse him when he looked at her with such heated want, she agreed but urged him to choose for them. He shot her a smile, looked past her shoulder and nodded. Curious, she turned to see a server coming to them with a plate of an open-faced, luscious dessert.
“Will this be all, Dr. Stewart?” He was asked. Landon smiled even more.
“Yes, thank you. I expect the other arrangements are going fine?”
The waiter nodded and beamed at Regina. “They are. I will see to it shortly.”
Left alone again, Regina asked, “What was that all about?”
“I just don’t us to have a long wait at the valet later so I asked if they could call downstairs ahead,” Landon answered, reaching for his dessert fork. “Eat, sweetheart.”
She did, taking a bite of the tart dessert. “It’s… it’s apples,” she remarked, chewing thoughtfully. Another blush swept through her, remembering it was his favorite fruit and how he had come to associate intimate details about her with it.
“Tarte normande,” he explained. “How is it?”
“It’s del
icious,” she said honestly.
“I’m glad,” he said, his eyes lighting up. Suddenly, he reached for her hand. “Are you having a good time?”
Before she could answer, the orchestra switched from playing big band classics to a more upbeat tune, yet also restrained. She looked at them, frowning as she tried to recognize the increasingly familiar strains of the music. Landon was frowning as he looked at them. She was about to comment that the switch must have been due to a request when he muttered, “What is that?”
“Sounds like something I would know years ago,” she said, turning back to him. This time she took his hand. “You were saying?”
Landon turned away from the orchestra and seemed to gather himself, shrugging. Face clearing, he said, “I was asking if you’re having a good time.”
“Of course, I am,” she answered, her ears listening to the singer. It was disconcerting to hear a man with a clear beautiful voice more suited to classics than soft rock singing a tune that was popular when she was still in school. “It’s a wonderful meal,” she continued, “and I have you to enjoy it with.”
“So,” Landon frowned at the orchestra again then turned back to her, clearing his throat. “You’re having a good time with me? Generally?”
“Yes. I am.”
“Is being with me something that, I suppose, you can see doing permanently?”
Unused with how he seemed to be fumbling for words, she asked, “What’s the matter?”
“No, no, nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” he quickly assured her. He tightened his hold on her hand. “It’s just, since the first night I’ve been-”
Landon suddenly fell quiet. He abruptly held out his hand, asking for a dance and Regina took it. He led her across the floor, where a few couples were beginning to join them. He spun her, the additional three inches she had on him with her heels proving to be no hindrance. Head swimming most wonderfully, she laughed as she found herself back in his arms.
“What are the things you want to say to me tonight?” She asked, a little breathless and feeling like she was floating in the sky.
Landon grinned. “Will you marry me, Regina Abbott?”
The door slammed open with a bang and was kicked shut no less gently. Coats fell, shoes kicked off as Landon and Regina, kissing furiously, spun in random circles across the room on their way to the bed. As she cupped his face in her hands, the faint light of the moon bounced off the blue diamond ring she now wore. Landon groaned against her mouth and shoved her against the wall, hands pulling at her skirt, gripping her underwear.
She gasped at the sound of wrenched lace. ”I can’t believe you did that.”
“Let’s make this clear, sweetheart,” he rasped against her tongue, seizing her bare hips roughly and pressing his clothed erection against her vagina. “Anything that covers your beautiful vagina, I’m going to rip off.”
“God, I love you so much,” she grunted, throwing her arms around him.
Mouths mashing, he pressed her against the wall, working on the zipper of his pants. Suddenly he pulled away. “What the hell?” She wailed.
“I’m making love to you in bed, Regina. But I don’t want that dress or any clothing anywhere near the bedroom.” He said, kicking off his pants. He should look ridiculous with his jacket halfway down his arms, his shirt hanging loose and his bow tie still in place while he was naked from the waist down. She laughed and lowered the straps of her dress, tilting her hip to the side to get the zipper there.
“Yes,” Landon whispered as the dress fell to the floor. “Come here.”
This time, he scooped her up from the floor, burying his tongue in her softly pliant mouth. She clung to him, not out of fear that he might drop her because she was so much heavier but from a need so great she was practically choking from it. She moaned his name as they fell on the bed, her arms never budging from his shoulders.
Both of them reached for the lights, flicking on the lamps resting at the nightstands flanking the bed. She kissed him up and down his cheek, his neck, loving his warm, lemony scent. She sniffed him deeply, even licked up, making him rear back and grunt he was ticklish before biting at her ear. She pushed his jacket away and tore at his bow tie. Together, they attacked his shirt, sending buttons flying. Their laughter came to an end when Landon claimed one of her ripe nipples with his mouth.
“Landon,” she groaned, fingers gripping at his hair, her feet flattening firmly on the bed, so she could thrust against his dick. ”Landon. Oh, Landon.”
His head turned side to side kissing and sucking at her nipples. They were highly sensitive lately and he loved destroying her just from enjoying the plump nubs. As she thrashed under him and continued throwing his name to the ceiling like a passionate prayer, his hand settled on her vagina.
“Oh god, Regina. You’re soaked.” His mouth returned to her lips.
“Take me now,” her voice was strangled as they kissed. “Oh, god. Landon. Take me.”
”Can you make that part of your wedding vows, sweetheart?” He gasped, hands shoving her legs impossibly wide open. “Damn. Remember that first night? Do you know how much I wanted to have sex with you, then? I was ready to take you right there on the club, Regina.”
Her laugh came to a wheezing end as he began thrusting in her. “Never tell anyone that.”
She wrapped her legs around him and welcomed him in her arms. Their eyes met, showing him for the first time the tears in her own. Her heart had never been so full. She was so happy she feared she toed the narrow demarcation between life and death. “I love you, Regina,” he whispered, brushing a tendril of her pale hair from her sweaty forehead tenderly.
Then he rested the full weight of his body on her and rammed deep in her vagina. She cried out against his mouth, their eyes intent and smoldering as their bodies joined in the rough, breathtaking union that had become their truest language. He swallowed her gasps, stared in her eyes as his dick plundered into her, her vagina seeming to gasp wetly from the brutal force of his thrusts. She groaned hearing her vagina struggling to stretch, whispered his name as he slid out of her, slicker than the previous time before plunging back in to stir even more in the pool of her. He kissed her palm, gasping to keep her hand on his cheek. She buried her teeth in his firm shoulder, sucking the sweat and salt of him from his skin.
After their passionate, draining tussle, Landon lay sprawled half on top of Regina. She lovingly played with his hair as he pressed lazy kisses around her breast, licking a swollen nipple. He held her by the left hand, seemingly entranced by the ring he put there.
“When?” He asked, turning to pull her nipple into his mouth and sucking languidly. She gasped, her thighs tightening around his muscular leg.
“When...what?” She gasped as he released it with a loud pop.
“Do we get hitched tomorrow or six months from now? A year from now? This week?” He asked, propping his head up on a chin. He dropped a kiss on her neglected nipple, his dimples flashing as she sighed his name roughly.
“Well, what do you want?” She asked, caressing his chest and humming as the hairs tickled her palm.
“Honestly? I don’t give a damn about ecru themes, flowers, tuxes, destination wedding or whatever just as long as you become mine.” He lay down beside her and she made a home in the circle of his arms, this time taking his nipples in her mouth. He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “Director Stewart. Or hey, if you want to keep Director Abbott, that’s also great. As long as you’re my wife.”
She kissed around his chest, nibbling on the hard muscles there. “I do like Director Stewart.”
“You do?” He said playfully.
“Yes,” she whispered back, kissing down his stomach. She dipped her tongue in his cute belly button, her eyes brightening as he grunted.
“Babe.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s my turn.”
“It sure is,” she said, lowering her head. She yelped in surprise when he suddenly yanked at her hair. “Landon!
What the hell?”
“It’s my turn,” he said, tossing her on her ass back on the bed. Her annoyance quickly melted away as he pushed her legs far apart and started kissing down her stomach.
Giggling, she gasped, “Landon! It’s been your turn all week!”
“I can’t help it.” He said, kissing her hipbone. “Your vagina’s so delicious I fear I should confess to the priest for overindulgence.”
She laughed then, cooing when he started kissing her sensitive inner thighs, the ticklish seams before pressing his lips on her slit. He sniffed her pubic hairs deeply.
“That’s rich,” he groaned in pleasure as she blushed heavily.
“This weekend,” she whined throatily as his tongue slid up and down her slit, slowly nudging her folds open.
Landon looked up from her vagina. “What about this weekend?”
“Canada,” she said. “We can fly to Canada with friends and family and get it done in one of the quickie wedding chapels.”
“No tuxes? No white dress?”
She paused. “Would you like that?”
“Only if you do,” he sounded delighted. “You don’t?”
She shook her head.
“Fantastic. Besides, I don’t want to spend half the night getting you out of a heinous meringue of taffeta when I could be deep inside of you,” he finished the last four words in a singsong voice, making her explode with laughter again.
“You’re so outrageous,” she said, closing her eyes as he thumbed her open. “God. Landon. Thank god for your tongue and dick.”
He chuckled, and she opened her eyes. “Spread your legs some more. Come on. Show me how much you want me deep inside of you. And watch me.”
“Alright.”
She did as he commanded and he pressed his face against her vagina. She watched his golden head moving between her legs, her heart thumping erratically as he started killing her. He looked up, withdrawing his tongue briefly to smile at her before turning back to her vagina.
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