by R. F. Allie
The realization flagger basted me and shook me to my core.
“Yours.”
I murmured; as a way to confirm that I was ready for him to take me.
I clasped my eyes close, waiting for him to do it.
“Look at me Clea.”
He orders gently.
I complied.
Slowly, he eased himself inside me and pulled out.
Landon levered himself on one arm and spoke again:
“I’m going to fuck you Clea; hard. Not because I want to more than I want my next breath, but because I need the discomfort to disappear quickly.”
He articulated every word, oh so torturously slowly and slammed into me just like he said he would.
I felt an uncontrollable tear streaming at the pinching sensation inside of me.
He pushed inside me again.
"Mine!"
He said with another thrust and stopped moving; letting me get accustomed to the strange feeling.
Landon brushed off the tear; his eyes suddenly fell of worry.
A frown formed between his beautiful eyebrows.
“Are you alright Baby?"
I nodded and pulled him from the back of his head sealing our lips.
He cut it short.
"Answer me Clea; do you want me to stop?"
He asked the worry clear in his voice. I didn't know much in that moment, but the one thing I was sure of is that I didn't want him to stop. Granted, it was a little uncomfortable; but nothing unbearable.
What was mostly disturbing is what I was feeling towards him. I was happy to be in his arms, it felt safe, and I wouldn't have changed anything for all the pennies in the world.
"No.”
I prompted.
“It's just strange." I conceded.
"You're... Umm." I blushed "You're so big."
He nodded, suppressing a smile.
"Oh Clea, you're so tight. Being inside you feels like heaven."
He said still unmoving.
"You were made for me."
His words somehow calmed the burning sensation and I felt the muscles inside the deepest part of me clenching in the most disturbing and delicious way.
He kissed me and I held on to the back of his neck.
"I'm going to move baby, are you ready?"
I acquiesced and he slid out; leaving the tip of his erection, and then slid back slowly hitting every nerve in my body, he did it again then stilled.
"Better?"
He asked his voice tight.
"Yes."
Slowly, the feel of discomfort slipped away and vanished.
I groaned at one hard thrust.
“Yes."
I could hear the plea in my voice.
Landon picked up his rhythm. Fear let place to the most delicious feeling I could ever have dreamed of.
He eased himself in and out of me, slowly picking up his pace, his breath controlled, his eyes watching me.
My body quivered in the building sensation. I started meeting his thrusts. He kept up a relentless rhythm and I clawed at his back still meeting his thrusts eagerly.
Landon’s eyes dark, piercing through mine, he kissed me grasping my hair and I could feel him grow further hitting places I never knew existed.
I was completely lost in his gaze. He never took them off of me, not once. I wanted to shut mine close; but I couldn't, utterly taken by the feeling of him inside me, by that moment, only aware of our bodies in complete synchronization, of the growing pressure that spread across my body.
His rhythm grew merciless, relentless.
“Oh Clea.”
Landon groaned and shut his eyes.
He slid his arms under my back and clasped my hair with the other one. I could feel his weight; his was all over me; inside me.
I claimed him, silently.
He shifted and sucked at my nipple. I kept on meeting his thrusts; I pulled him to my mouth and bit his bottom lip.
He brought his thumb to my clit and started stroking; it made the pressure even more intense.
Soon, I had no coherent thought; his thrusts, his mouth against mine, his slow groans and his thumb circling creating hell inside me.
I stiffened. I was completely gone from this world, only with him.
"Come for me Clea."
His words were my undoing, I climaxed around him more forcefully than ever, shattered into pieces underneath his weight.
He came with hard thrusts, groaning and reaching deeper inside me, emptying himself in me.
He came to pieces over me breathing out my name.
We were panting, and despite his weight I just held on to him; he couldn't be close enough to me. He stilled himself inside me. I traced gentle caresses on his back calming my breath, kissing the crook in his shoulder.
He eased himself oh-so-slowly. I cried out.
He lay next to me and held his head on his elbows, tracing his finger around my breasts. Tracing fire, going up and down my stomach.
"Was it painful?”
He finally spoke; the worry echoed in his voice.
I frowned at the absurdity of the question.
"Did I seem like someone in pain?”
I asked smiling sardonically.
"Is that what you think it felt like?"
His frown disappeared, letting place to a reassured expression.
"Don’t be coy Clea. It was your first time. You may have appreciated it, but I don't think it was all that pain-free."
I was blown away. He was genuinely concerned, despite the fact that he was going to do it whether I liked it or not.
"You have no idea what you made me feel just now, do you Mr. Davis?"
I turned to face him.
"I knew it was supposed to be painful, but it didn't come close to what I feared in the beginning."
I caressed his smoothly shaved jaw.
"It was unbelievable, now I get what all the fuss is about."
I pressed a swift kiss to his lips
"Thank you."
I said grinning widely.
He cocked his head, seemingly amused.
“You are the most unexpected beautiful woman.”
Landon pulled me to him, and gripped me possessively.
“Most unexpected, beautiful and mine.”
He added.
I cherished his words.
It was all beyond any expectations I’d had.
Frankly I thought that it might be good, after all, his skills did show just by the way he kissed me. Plus, you can't possibly hold a playboy title and not build on your reputation. Jenna once told me that some guys failed to make her orgasm even with oral sex. But Landon did it in all the possible ways; sometimes, I could’ve sworn that I could orgasm by his presence only.
Chapter XII
"Come on baby, let's shower!"
He offered extending his hand and pulling me in his arms.
"Can we do it again in there?"
I asked signaling to the bathroom and pushing to my feet.
"Ever the surprising woman Miss Dane."
He said lifting me in his arms.
I grinned impishly.
“I can walk.” I said tartly.
“You do?”
He prompted sarcastically.
I pulled my tongue and feigned annoyance.
Landon sat me on the counter.
He turned on the water and started adjusting the temperature. His back gloriously naked, I blinked at the tattoo crossing his waist. How did I miss that?
“You have a tattoo.”
I announced.
“I do?”
He teased.
It was in French calligraphy. I read the familiar quote. It was by Victor Hugo.
"Sans Peur, Sans Reproche."
He turned and followed my gaze to the scripted ink.
"I'll tell you his story when you tell me yours."
I looked down. I wasn’t that curious, was I?
He swept me in his arms, ever-the-caring-gentleman. It
felt like I weighed feathers to him. He put me in the tub. The water felt so soothing to my loose limbs and I relaxed.
"Don't settle just yet baby, scoot forward."
I did as asked and he slid behind me.
“Ah this feels so good."
I pushed my back to his chest and he put his arms around me.
We fell silent for a while. I relished the feel of the water against my skin. His skin against mine was even more delectable. I’d just slept with Landon Davis. I couldn’t stop smiling, my face ached. He was so gentle and tender; that look just before he’d ripped through my virginity was priceless. I had so much to discover about the man; I could tell there was more to him than what transpired. It was a revelation.
"Can I ask you about something?”
Landon’s voice intruded into the silence. His tone worried me a little but I nodded.
"How can you afford to give that money for the sculpture, I thought you told me you were paying for school through loans."
I had it coming. It was only normal really. It must have surprised him. Hell, it surprised me.
I probably needed to open-up a little for the sake of this relationship.
"I know it might have seemed weird to you.”
I admitted.
“Truth is; I didn't think I would ever spend that money."
I took in a breath, I really hated talking about it, but it was a good first step for us.
"I didn't always used to pay for my tuition through student loans; during freshmen year I actually had a full scholarship, it was great and I kept my grades flawless throughout the semesters.”
I paused.
“I graduated high school early, so when I moved to New York, my dad had security assigned to me, it was his only condition to let me move from France. It was suffocating; I wasn't allowed to do anything, all my comings and goings were under the loop.”
“That must’ve been unsettling.”
He commented.
“It was.” I agreed.
“But when I moved to sophomore year, I decided that other people from less favorable backgrounds needed the money more than I did. My family was capable of paying my tuition and I had the apartment for Jude and me.
“So I asked my father to pay for college, which he’d agreed to. That was until I was eighteen and refused the security to be around watching my every move.”
“I’m guessing he didn’t like it?”
I snorted.
“That’s putting it mildly; he offered me an ultimatum; I either keep the security, or he'll stop paying for school.”
I let out a breath remembering all the fights and mean words I’d resorted to. I was so angry at him.
“What happened next?”
Landon prompted wrapping his arms around me.
I shrugged.
“I didn't cave and managed to get a student loan. I work as a French tutor, and a dentist assistant. It was very rewarding. I scored a teacher assistant job for my last year and managed to graduate paying the interests.”
I brushed off the thought of Caden and continued my explanation.
“I’d spent a year and some, fighting endlessly with my dad, he thought I was irresponsible with my own safety, giving the dangers his job exposed me to. Then, one day I woke up to a call announcing that he’d past away. Just like that, I was having a fight with him the night before, the following morning he was gone.”
I felt tears pushing through my eyes. It still hurt that he might have never known how much I’d loved him, and how much I hated fighting with him.
Landon squeezed me gently. I managed to speak past the lump in my throat.
“Anyway after his death, he left most of his money to me, which was weird since I'm not an only child, but my brother didn't care much for the money.”
I laughed at the irony.
“Here I’d thought he’d probably deprived me; yet I found out that he over-inherited me. I felt guilty; first I wasn't aware he had that much money. After all he on a government pay grade; my dad was smart man, and placed in all the right places.”
“Why wouldn’t you use the money?”
I shrugged again.
“He chose to cut me off when he was alive, I didn't see why I would use his money once he's dead. So I never did."
I finished, suddenly submerged by a sad feeling.
"That is until tonight." He asserted.
His voice full of understanding. I grasped at his arms.
"Yes, until tonight."
I swallowed.
“I just saw how sad your dad was losing those earring, and he looked at you with so much admiration when people where bidding on the sculpture, after all you could have bid on it like Evelyn."
I chuckled.
"But you didn't; and I felt overwhelmed by the moment that I blurted out the number without thinking about it twice."
"I'm glad you did Baby, it feels good to know it will remain cherished by someone who values its worth."
His words meant the world to me.
"Actually, I'm not taking it."
I admitted
He turned me to face him.
"You're not?"
I shook my head no and grinned.
"No, I want you to keep it."
"The hell I am."
Landon growled, and glared at me.
There was no point to discuss it. I’d made my mind the moment I placed that bid.
"It was two birds with one stone. I bid as a way of giving money to the charity, and for you to keep something you cherish without stooping to your partner’s level."
I tried my sweetest voice.
"Plus, have you seen my apartment. There's no way it would fit in there." I argued then held up a warning finger.
He opened his mouth; I could see the objection coming, so I brushed him off.
"This is not up for discussion Landon. Rule number three. "
He smirked at me and I relaxed.
"Rule Number three?"
He arched his brow.
“Yes. Propriety Claim is Number One. The No-Lying clause Number Two. The No-Turning down gift is Number Three.”
I beamed at him;
“Your rules.”
"Defying little thing, aren't you?"
He suddenly pushed two fingers inside me; I jumped at the surprising exquisite feeling.
"Tell me Miss Dane; how defying do you plan to be in the future?"
He breathed dryly and I nodded swallowing and biting at my lip.
“Just the right amount.”
I answered my voice coming out a pitch to low.
He pushed further.
"Is that so?"
He started pushing in and out his thumb going in circles on my clit.
"I agree to keeping the sculpture. But if you ever defy me again, I’ll deprive you from orgasms for at least three days. And that’s rule Number Four."
I blinked rapidly at his words. He pushed another finger inside me.
“Tell me Miss Dane, Do you think you’ll be able to live through one day without my fingers inside you; reaching to your orgasm?”
I swallowed, hard; trying to find a way to defy him.
Landon brought my hand to his erection.
"How about this hard cock inside your tight little cunt, or your ravishing, greedy mouth?"
He bit hard at my lip and I groaned.
Suddenly he took his fingers out, leaving me breathless, aching for his touch.
I straddled him splashing water all over the floor.
"Okay you made your point Mr. Davis."
I slid my hand between us, took him in my palms and stroked him, hard.
"Now can you please get inside me?"
He took me by the waist and placed me over his erection but kept me levered. I couldn't hold it anymore, but he was way stronger. I shut my eyes in defeat; I wanted him so much it hurt.
"Open your eyes Baby." he whispered.
"You take the reins, you choose the pace."
> He said letting go of my waist, placing my hands on his shoulders.
"Just never take your eyes off mine!" He ordered.
I abruptly lowered myself onto him; extorting a groan.
"Fuck!" He muttered.
It felt deeper. Delicious; despite some discomfort which I couldn't care less about. I clasped my hands through his hair, it was wet and slippery. I grabbed it harder extracting a caveman's grunt from him.
I started going up and down, slowly back and forth kissing him nibbling at his jaw. He grasped my curls in a tail following my movement with his thrusts.
Soon, we were rocking against each other relentlessly, breathing harshly, moaning and groaning. The sensation was out of the world. I felt that delightful alienating pressure growing inside me.
"Touch yourself baby." He whispered.
I blinked in confusion.
"Do it for me."
I shook my head no. I wouldn't know how to do it like he does, and I my thoughts were scattered. I was close to that feeling I was un-doubtfully getting addicted to.
"You do it. I ... I can't please."
I was pleading out of breath getting closer and closer with every thrust. Landon started stroking me with his skillful thumb. He pulled at my hair arching my back.
"Come for me, Clea."
He breathed biting very hard at my nipple and I unraveled, climaxing around him, squeezing him. I felt a hot liquid pouring inside me; he came with his own grunts.
We were heaving; I was holding him like I was holding onto dear life.
It was unbelievable; I could never get enough of this.
I couldn't believe I’d waited for that; but on the other hand, I was glad I did.
It felt right; it felt amazing; real and full of promises.
Once my breathing slowed back to normal, I looked at him. He was frowning, like in distress, still buried inside me.
I frowned back at him puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"We didn't use protection."
Oh hell! Damn Damn Damn!
"I'm sure you're safe.”
He prompted.
“And so am I. I get checked twice a year; I have them in the apartment."
He started reassuring me.
"It's okay, we were taken by the moment, as for the other issue, I'll swing by a drugstore tomorrow for some emergency contraception and make an appointment for next week."
I announced. We were taken by the moment, and I don't think I should be worried about any diseases. The Man was a control freak.
