Sweet (Landry Family 6)

My knees fall to the side as he licks and sucks. He tortures my clit while his fingers work magic inside my body, building me up so high that I’m not sure I’ll ever come back down.

“I love that,” I say, the words barely understandable through my gritted teeth.

The burn of bliss barrels through me so hard that it brings tears to my eyes. I give up any fight, any reservedness that I might’ve been holding on to, and succumb to the waves of sensations.

Just as I think I’m almost too high, to the point I can’t take it anymore, he slows. His fingers slip out of me. He presses a kiss to my swollen and tender bud. That alone feels so intense that I buckle.

Gently, he brings my legs to the blankets and slides off the bed.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he says, winking. Then he wipes his face with a towel by the bed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I say as he takes off his belt. “You might need lube.”

“We’re using lube.”

I make a face. “Do you not feel how wet I am?”

His hands pause in the air. He grins so cheekily I nearly orgasm.

“Baby, I just had my face buried in your pussy. I’m pretty sure I know how wet you are.”

My cheeks flush. “Then why the lube? I was kidding.”

He removes his pants and boxers and stands before me naked. His cock stands straight, a bead of precum glistening at the top.

“Lube helps, especially for your first time,” he says, rolling on a condom. “I want this to be as comfortable as it can.”

Me too. I blow out a breath as he finishes readying himself. Don’t be nervous.

The mattress dips as he climbs on the bed.

He hovers over me, his biceps flexing as he holds himself up. I run my hands up his arms and over his glorious shoulders.

I kick my legs in the air, needing to get my boots off.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.” The shoes fall to the ground. “Footwear problem.”

He grins. A twinge of concern flashes through his eyes before it’s replaced with confidence again.

“Here we go.” He bends down and kisses me gently. “Ready?”

I smile up at him. As long as I look into his eyes, my anxiety stays at bay, and the excitement of the moment takes over. “I’m ready.”

He places the head of his cock at my opening.

I suck in a breath and try not to squirm.

He holds my gaze with a steadiness that I appreciate. I grip his shoulders as he starts to push.

“Nice and easy,” he says.

“Okay.”

He pushes a little more, and a bolt of discomfort tears through me.

“Wait,” I say, shoving his shoulders. I squeeze my eyes closed and wait for the feeling to subside. “It doesn’t hurt, exactly. It’s just uncomfortable.”

“Take your time. We’re in no hurry.”

My chest fills with warmth. Thank God that I chose Nate for my first time.

Thank God. Thank God. Thank God.

I’m exposed and vulnerable, and both make a swell of nervousness rise inside me. But then I open my eyes and see him, and I’m okay.

“A little more,” I say softly.

He dips inside me a touch more. When I don’t stop him, he goes a little farther.

I’m full—or at least I feel that way.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah. It’s … annoying.” I laugh.

“Annoying? What are you talking about?”

“It feels delicious in a way. Like, I feel stretched to a point where it’s almost painful, but it’s not. I’m right on the edge of not knowing which way it’s going to go.”

He pulls back a little and slowly pushes forward.

“See? That. That feels good,” I say.

“I’m not going in all the way. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I smile at him. “The annoying part is that I need to have an orgasm, and I can’t quite get around to that because I’m not sure where this is going.”

“So you have blue balls?”

“Yeah. Whatever the female version of that is.”

He lowers his mouth to mine and slips his tongue between my lips. I grip his shoulders as he works himself in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. With every push, every pull—every thrust of both his cock and his tongue, I relax. And the more I relax, the better it feels.

“Feels good,” I say out of the side of my mouth.

He chuckles and pulls away from me without slowing his pace. He reaches for a pillow and then pulls out of me to slide it under my ass. When he enters me again, the change in angle is divine.

“Oh, hell, yes,” he rasps.

He palms one of my breasts, massaging it as he strokes himself in and out of me. With each movement, he goes a little harder, a little deeper. And with every addition of power and distance, I move higher and higher toward an orgasm.