Sweet (Landry Family 6)

I stand in front of him in my booties and underwear. Much to my surprise, I like it. There’s not an ounce of me worried about the stretch marks on my breasts from gaining the freshman fifteen or the pooch of my stomach that hangs slightly over the waistband of my underwear. The cellulite on my thighs doesn’t matter because Nate Hughes looks at me like he wants to eat me for dinner.

“The things I could do to you,” he says just loud enough to hear.

“Do them. I’m all yours.”

“Damn you,” he growls as he picks me up and tosses me on the bed.

I squeal as the bedsprings give and a pillow topples onto my face. I grab it, ready to toss it to the side, when I’m distracted.

Ooh.

Nate is on the bed. His knee is between my thighs, and he uses it to spread my legs farther apart. My heart begins to pound as he gets closer to my face with a glimmer in his eyes that makes them look ridiculously green.

He holds my gaze as he kneels beside me. He brings both of my breasts out of the bra, sitting them on top of the underwire. The position makes my erratic breathing more noticeable.

I gasp as he brings his mouth over one breast and palms the other.

“Oh, dammit,” I say, moaning the words. I arch my back, lifting off the mattress as he lightly pinches the exposed nipple. I think I’m going to explode.

His mouth is wet and hot as his tongue kisses and deliciously tortures me. He takes his time as if we have all night. I grab the back of his head and tug on his hair, needing relief from the tension that’s building dangerously high inside me.

He moves his hand down my stomach, around the curve of my hip, and over the front of my leg.

I hiccup a breath and close my eyes.

His fingers drag through the dampness of my inner thighs and to the swollen bud that’s screaming for attention. He dips one finger inside my opening.

“Okay,” I say, groaning from the sensations riddling me. I close my eyes, unable to keep them open as shots of pleasure come from almost every part of my body. “I’m communicating. I really, really like that. And that!” I add as he rolls his thumb over my clit. “Ah!”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my breast. Then he releases it and pulls his face away from me.

I shiver a full-body, head-to-toe shudder. He adds another finger, and I think I’m going to lose my mind.

“See?” He works them in and out of my opening. “When you tell me things, I know to keep going.”

“But not forever, right? We’re having sex tonight.”

He bursts out laughing. “Will you have some patience?”

“Just because you can hold yourself back doesn’t mean we all can.” I grit my teeth. “I can’t even keep myself from snacking until lunch—fuck! Don’t stop doing that!”

He presses down on my stomach as he continues to pleasure me. It makes it more intense and drives me closer to the edge.

Then he stops. My eyes fly open as he crawls off the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask him. “I communicated. You understood.”

If the smile he’s wearing never left his face again, I wouldn’t be mad about it.

“I did understand.” He springs on the bed and lands with his face perilously close to my sex. “Now put your legs over my shoulders.”

Oh. My. God. My stomach swirls at the thought of seeing Nate’s face framed between my legs. Sure, I’ve had oral sex before, but …

“Nate, I don’t think …” I fall back against the mattress. Oh, shit.

The rush of air from his laughter sweeps against my very wet, very exposed vagina.

He presses a finger onto my clit and leaves it there. “If you don’t want me to, just tell me.”

“It’s not that,” I say, trying to block out the buildup in my core.

“Then what is it?” He blows against my opening. “Come on. Where’s the girl who usually won’t shut up?”

I lift my head high enough to glare at him.

“I can sit here and play in this all night,” he says, shoving a finger in me so hard that I yelp.

Dammit, that feels good.

“Do it,” I say before I can talk myself out of it.

“Are you sure?”

Now he’s just fucking with me.

I lift my head up and cram a pillow under it so I can see his eyes. He’s watching me with amusement as if he’s enjoying himself.

I’ll fuck with you back.

I pick up each leg, one at a time, and lay them over his shoulders. He then grips my waist and lifts me to his mouth but doesn’t make contact.

“If you don’t put your mouth on my pussy—ah!”

The first sweep of his tongue is like striking a match against a matchbook. My whole body goes up in flames.