“God, I love it when you talk like that.” He lowers his pelvis to rest against mine. His cock is hard and heavy, resting against my wetness, and he begins to move in small pulses, rubbing the head against my clit. “How does that feel?”

“Shit, Landon.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know how,” I reply honestly. I can’t form words, and if he stops now, I’ll die. I bite my lip and gasp as my world splinters, sending me into an intense orgasm, and just when it’s almost over, he rears back and pushes inside me, burying himself to the hilt, and the orgasm starts all over again.

“Landon!”

“Yes, baby,” he growls. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes. I’m blind at first, but then there he is, above me, watching me with those ice-blue eyes, so full of love and lust and admiration. He releases my hands and lifts my left leg, hitching it over his shoulder, and opening me up so wide, plunging so deep, I can hardly stand it.

“You are so fucking sweet,” he whispers roughly, and begins to pound me in earnest, our hips rocking and meeting in a rhythm as old as time. I can’t take my eyes off of him now. His muscles are flexed, sweat has beaded on his brow and neck, and he’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, he slips his hand between us and circles my clit with his thumb, and suddenly my muscles flex, squeezing him, and I come undone, shaking, trembling, unable to control myself.

He cries out as he comes, pushing into me once, then again, and holding himself there as he empties himself into me.

When he covers me, bracing himself on his elbows, we’re both out of breath. I can barely move.

“Love you so much,” he whispers, his hands in my hair. I find the strength to drag my hands up his back and down his arms, and then circle back around to his ass, where I give him a little squeeze.

“I love you too.”

Chapter 18

~Landon~

I’m in heaven. There is a cat, curled up and purring, next to my hip and a beautiful woman draped around me, her head on my chest and arm around my waist. We’re snuggled up under the covers early in the morning one week later.

“I don’t want you to go,” Cami says softly. She hugs me tighter, clinging to me, and buries her sweet face in my neck.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of days, baby.”

She nods, but I know she’s not convinced. This will be my second trip down to San Diego for meetings about the new flight school.

My traveling makes her nervous. I don’t know how to reassure her that it’s not permanent. That traveling full-time no longer interests me.

I guess only time will truly prove it to her.

I move to get out of bed, but she coils tighter, throwing her leg over mine now, and holds on tight. “Three more minutes.”

I chuckle and kiss her head. “I don’t want to miss my flight.”

She tips her head back so she can look up at me and pouts. “Stay.”

“Turn your dimple off, sweetheart,” I say with a laugh, and trace the spot in her cheek. “You know I can’t resist it.”

“That’s my evil plan,” she says, and drags her hand down my stomach to my cock. “Don’t you have a little time?”

“Once we get started, it’s never for a little time,” I reply, and take her hand in mine, then kiss her fingers. “I do need to jump in the shower.”

“Okay.” She kisses me softly and burrows down in the covers when I roll away. Scoot meows moodily, not happy to be moved, then snuggles in next to Cami and falls back to sleep.

I walk into the bathroom and shave quickly before starting the shower and stepping into the hot, steamy water. Just when I finish rinsing the soap from my hair, I feel cool air rush around me and hear the door of the shower close, and then a soft, warm body wraps her arms around me from behind.

“Hi,” Cami says softly before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“Hi yourself.” Her hands glide down my stomach, then she clutches my cock firmly in her small hand and begins to jack me off slowly. “Oh God, that’s a thing.”

“This is a thing?” There’s a satisfied smile in her voice.

“Oh, yeah.” I swallow hard and take her hand in mine, pour shampoo in her palm, and guide her back to me, making me slick so she glides easily. “You can go harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me,” I say, barely able to talk now. Her grip tightens and she presses herself to me, her other hand joining in the fun, and my knees want to buckle.

“This is fun.” Her voice is happy. “But I need more soap. I’m not sliding as easy now.”

Rather than give in to her request, I spin around and boost her up against the wall. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide home. My forehead is against hers. I kiss her hard before fisting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so I can bite and suck on her neck. I’m fucking her, as hard as I can, against the cold tile of the shower, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s digging her nails into my shoulders and the noises coming out of her sexy mouth drive me on, fucking her harder and harder until my balls tighten and lift and I come harder than I can remember ever doing before.

As I come down to earth, she’s squeezing me, her muscles spasming from her own orgasm.

“That was fun,” she breathes. “I should join you in the shower more often.”

“You have an open invitation, sweetheart.”