I shook my crazy thoughts away—then paused for a moment. Why were they crazy? We loved each other, we were in a very physical relationship, and we were fake engaged. Or were we? With Landon giving me his demands for his groom’s cake, I was feeling more and more confused. I was also clearly moving way too fast with my thoughts. And possibly my feelings.
With a smile I asked, “How do you feel?”
Landon looked into my eyes, and my knees went weak at what I saw in his baby blues.
“I can’t stop picturing you sticking your finger in your mouth and licking that damn icing off of it. I want to roll my body in frosting and have you work your tongue all over me.”
Okay, that made me have to clench my thighs together. “Or I could drop down right here and work my tongue on something else.”
Landon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he shook his head. “No, not in this room.”
I laughed. “Why not?”
“Just not in this room, Emme.” He took my hand in his and nearly dragged me out of the empty room. He turned to the left, and before I knew it, we stood in the middle of his massive bedroom.
With a wicked smile, I reached out and started to unbutton his jeans.
“Emme, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was already picturing it. That made me feel so powerful. I wanted to bring this man to his knees with my mouth.
Landon had already taken his shoes off, so after I slid his pants down his legs, he kicked them off and away from us. I looked at the large bulge in his boxers and groaned.
He didn’t wait for me to remove them. Moving faster than I had ever seen him move before, he had the boxers off and flying across the room in seconds. I had already dropped my purse on the kitchen counter when I walked in, so I slipped my heels off and pulled my cream silk blouse out of my navy dress pants. I was glad to see I hadn’t gotten any frosting or cake on the outfit. I’d had to meet with one of my couples before I met Landon, and I hadn’t had time to go home and change first.
Landon helped me take my shirt off, and I noticed how carefully he draped it over a chair that sat in one of the corners of the room. He did the same thing with my pants. Then he turned and licked his lips, letting his eyes trail over every inch of my body.
“Fuck, you look good in a lace bra and panties, Emme. Your body is so…so beautiful.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I knew I was a few pounds heavier than I would have ideally liked to be, but I still felt sexy, and from the way Landon stared at me, I looked sexy as well. “Do you want me to keep them on or take them off?” I asked, running my fingers along the lace of my bra.
“Keep them on,” he said in a strained voice.
My gaze traveled down his beautiful body to the very erect and hard penis that bounced against his tight stomach. The light brushing of dark hair around his dick had me licking my lips.
“Keep looking at me like that, Emme, and I’m going to come the moment you put me in your mouth.”
Smirking, I dropped down to my knees and cupped his balls softly in my hand as I ran my tongue around the precum escaping from the tip of his penis.
Landon hissed. “Yes, God, Emme.”
I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth yet, and he was already saying my name. I loved how that made me feel. Landon had brought out some amazing orgasms in me, and now I wanted to do the same for him. I slowly put him into my mouth and took him as deep as I could.
“Fucking hell,” Landon said before he let out a long, low growl. He buried his fingers into my hair and slowly guided my head at the speed he wanted. I curled my hand around his shaft and worked it in the same direction as my mouth, twirling my tongue at the tip when I came up. When I cupped his balls again, Landon jerked. I took him into my mouth again, sucking harder and moving faster. I could feel his body tremble, and it only encouraged me to keep going.
“Emme, I’m so fucking close. God, you drive me crazy. That mouth…that…perfect…mouth.”
I moaned, and that did Landon in. He let out a gasp and a warning that he was about to come. I placed my tongue under his head and pumped my hand as he dug his fingers into my hair tighter and then came with my name falling off his lips. I loved the feeling of making him come this way. Of knowing it was me who could bring him such pleasure.