by Brisa Starr
She’s looking at me, her eyes hungry to see more of me, and she licks her lips. “I need you. Please,” she begs.
I ignore her whimpering and bring my mouth down on her dripping pussy, and shove my tongue inside her. “Landon!” she cries in pleasure.
“Shhh. Quiet, baby. No noise. We don’t need the neighbors watching, do we?” I plunge my finger inside her slippery cunt, and her muscles tighten around me as I lick her clit, sucking it, flicking it and rolling it around with my tongue. She moans again but puts her hand over her mouth to stifle it. I keep licking her, tasting her, lapping up her delicious flavor while my finger goes in and out of her. I add another finger and fuck her with two fingers while sucking her clit and licking her.
She’s squirming, grinding, and begging me with her movements. She’s getting close. I’m not about to miss her coming in my mouth, so I slowly pull my fingers out of her pussy, and her juices drip down her ass. Hmmm. I’ll save that for another time. I rub her slippery juices on her clit, and she writhes even harder.
I lick her again, my tongue sliding up and down her slit, driving her mad. She squirms harder and grips the cushion beneath her, getting closer and closer. Her pussy is flushed with heat and throbbing with desire. I lick and suck and kiss her clit harder and faster, and I feel her quickening beneath me. The rhythm of her bucking hips goes faster, moving in perfect sync with my tongue. She’s closer still, almost there.
“Come for me, baby,” I command. “Fill my mouth with your cum, Emma. I want to drink it. I want all of you. Come on my face, baby, fill my mouth with your sweet juice.” I go back to licking her and tasting her. Loving her sweet, wet pussy with my mouth.
Her writhing body tenses and… here it comes… she jerks and spasms, then violently arches her back, damn near snapping my neck. Then suddenly, she barely suppresses a scream, muffles it to a gasp… “Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!! Landon, there it is, there it is!!” But I don’t stop… I grip my arms around her thighs even tighter and keep my open mouth locked onto her cunt like its my air supply — thrusting my tongue in and out of her, drinking from her, gulping her sex, until… finally… her body shudders and collapses, sweaty and panting, limp and spent, like a rag doll.
I slowly pull my face away and wipe her dripping sex off my chin with the back of my hand while she lies there, still panting quietly. I give her a moment to catch her breath.
“That’s what I wanted,” I say, standing up while not taking my eyes off her beautiful, ravaged body. She’s still breathing hard and coming down from her orgasm. But I know something she doesn’t — she’s not done coming yet. Her next orgasm will be on my cock.
She opens her eyes and I push down my underwear, liberating my swollen cock. Her eyes go straight to it and they widen. “Yeah, baby, that’s yours now. I’m going to fuck you with my big cock.”
I reach down and grab the gold foil-wrapped condom from the pocket of my shorts. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and unroll the condom down over my erection. I spread her legs wide and position myself between them.
I’ve waited weeks for what’s about to happen, and I’m not about to wait another second. I plunge my cock deep and fast into her.
She gasps out loud, wincing from the pain of my force. I lean over her and whisper into her ear, “Shhhh, baby. No noise, remember?” I pull my cock out a little before plunging it back deep inside her. Fuck... she feels so good. I look down at her face, her eyes are closed, and she looks so beautiful. Like I’m fucking a goddess.
I keep thrusting in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I want to come right now, feeling overwhelmed with desire for this woman and the aching in my big, swollen balls. She opens her beautiful green eyes, and I almost fucking lose it then and there. I look away briefly to regain control and hold back my orgasm. What is this woman doing to me?
I’m fucking her harder now, pumping her insane body, faster, giving her all of me, my cock, my heart, my soul. Taking her like she’s the only thing that matters in the world. Her head turns to the side, and she takes me deeper still. I’m going out of my fucking mind with primal lust as I pound her, over and over and over, like a machine. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust as her second orgasm mounts higher and higher. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. She reaches her hand down between her legs and starts rubbing her clit fiercely. Fuck, she’s so fucking hot.
She looks at me and says between pants, “Landon, oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, baby. Come on my cock. Now!” I command as I continue thrusting myself furiously into her. She licks her lips, and her body starts trembling as she crests once again, eyes shut, moaning deep and long moans. As she’s coming down the other side of her orgasm, I can’t hold mine anymore. I can’t hold back the flood of semen swelling inside me. I come, harder than I ever have, sweating, towering over her. Closing my eyes, I am completely released.
I collapse on top of her, heavy, but bearing most of my weight on my arms so as not to crush her. Our bodies slide with the slickness of sweat between my chest and her full breasts, and between our bellies. Her legs are wrapped around me in a loving embrace. Her neck smells so good, and I kiss it softly.
My breathing and heart rate finally slow down. I don’t want our union to end, but eventually, I pull out of her and roll over, collapsing next to her. I pull the condom off and knot the end, tossing it on the ground next to us. We’re both utterly spent, completely satisfied. She curls into me, her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her protectively, holding her close, treasuring her gift to me, feeling honored that she let me have her. She’s mine. I own her now, and I’m not letting her go.
I look up at the stars overhead before turning my face to her. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent, and I try to remember if I’ve ever felt this good before in my life. But I know I haven’t. I’ve never even come close. Emma is the one.
She interrupts my thoughts and tilts her face up at me. She looks deep into my eyes, and a small smile plays on her lips, “You were right.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, amused. “About what?”
She shifts and props herself up on her elbow, “That steak was perfectly grilled.”
10
Emma
I wake up, and my thoughts immediately return to last night. I had sex with Landon. Then we moved into my room and spent the night in each others’ arms. I look over… he’s not next to me now, must have slipped out quietly this morning.
I’d like to say that I did not expect us to make love, but if I’m honest with myself, I knew it was only a matter of time.
How could it have not been?
I’m self-isolating with one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. And, in spite of him infuriating me at every turn, I can’t help but melt when he smiles.
Still. Sex?
I did have more wine than usual. I wonder if he was a little bit drunk, too. Shoot. I wonder if he regrets what happened. My body tenses with fear at the thought. I wonder if he’ll view it as a mistake. Maybe we just had too much to drink.
I roll over and rub the sleep from my eyes. Deep down, I know better. I gave him exactly what he wanted, and I’m sure he’s not regretting it. The fear loosens its grip on my neck and spine.
I slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom, and an unwelcome memory of my ex-boyfriend, Tyler, comes into my head. Tyler was a jerk and one of the reasons I swore off men. The bastard cheated on me.
Granny always said to mind the red flags. “Red flags never lie,” she said. When it came to relationships, she said, If there are red flags, run for the hills, and don’t look back.
There were red flags with Tyler, but I ignored them. One big mistake and a broken heart later, I decided I was done with relationships for now. His actions made me build a wall around my heart, but Landon is breaking that wall down.
Brick by brick.
I’m brushing my teeth, and I see Landon’s toothbrush on the counter, and I smile. That’s a good sign... it
wasn’t here last night. That’s when I notice the pink plastic Easter egg behind my jasmine lotion. Oh! What’s this? With my toothbrush dangling out of my mouth, I open the Easter egg. There’s a note inside.
I like how you taste, Emma.
I’m looking forward to more.
L.
A warm shiver washes through me, and I blush as I look at myself in the mirror. His promises make me quiver, and I crave his touch, knowing he can release all of my pent-up horniness with one flick of his tongue between my legs. Whoo-wee... soooo good.
I take a good look at myself in the mirror. I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt. He makes me feel sexy. And then it dawns on me. In spite of all of our differences, and the fact that we don’t live near each other in our normal lives, there are no red flags with Landon. Sure, he frustrates the crap out of me, and I’m sure I do the same to him, but there’s this intense strength and support I feel from him, too. He’s not a jerk, in fact, he’s the opposite. He’s completely romantic, protective, and sweet. I thought he didn’t support my work, but he has been giving me all the space I need to write.
I finish brushing my teeth and gargle with peppermint salt water, another of Granny’s brilliant concoctions. I look over at the Easter egg... cute. I don’t think it gets much better than a smart AND sexy-as-hell man who does it all. Cooks, cleans, smart, sexy, amazing in bed, and wanting to please me until I’m begging him for more.
I’m in trouble. Big trouble, because our time is limited, and I’m enjoying this thing we have, whatever it is, way too much. Still, I welcome the butterflies dancing in my belly. I love being around him, and I marvel at how fast this is all moving.
And... that’s when the ping pong match starts back up between my head and my heart. I dislike being away from him, yet it also frightens me. For every time he pushed one of my happy buttons, I can think of another time he pushed my pissed-off button.
I mean, really, this whole thing is a little crazy. I just met him! That familiar doubt creeps back in, darkening the dancing butterflies from a few moments ago.
I finish washing my face, and I walk over to the closet to choose a pair of shorts and a sports bra. I hope to get in a run later today to clear my head and make sense of my feelings. I throw on a tight, purple and pink-striped tank top, too.
With my hair in a pony tail, a few loose tendrils escaping, I head to the kitchen. It’s time for coffee. I head to the coffee nook where my Granny’s cup waits for me.
There’s another Post-it Note next to my cup.
This one is less sexy but still cute. Landon let me know he went to play golf. I smile and imagine him on the course, competent and serious as he addresses the ball, before hitting the shit out of it.
I’m not so good at golf myself... maybe he could teach me a thing or two. He says he’s been playing since he could walk, and he led his high school team to the local championship. I am attracted to a man who’s good at something, like a sport or a hobby. There’s something sexy about competence and skill.
Enjoying my coffee, I see the sun shining in through the windows, and the kitchen is bright and happy with color and cheer. I’ll bet Landon’s parents were fun. Then my smile fades when I remember they died before their time, and my heart goes out to him. He’s had a hard year since they passed. Which reminds me, I wonder how his meditation is going. I’ll ask him about that later because I want to support his efforts.
I take a sip of my coffee and realize it’s time to FaceTime Paige and apprise her of, uh, recent events. She’s gonna want details. No texting for this major life update.
I pick up my phone and start a FaceTime call to Paige. She picks up on the second ring and immediately sees it written all over my face, “Oooh la la! Something happened, didn’t it?” she asks.
I blush.
“Oh girl, spill them beans. What happened now?”
I knew it. I can’t keep anything from her. Might as well get this over with. “Um. It happened,” I reply and brush a stray strand of hair out of my face.
I see her jump up from where she had been sitting, “I knew it! Tell me everything!”
Not willing to reveal all the private details, I fill her in on the big picture. “Paige, all I can say is that it was the best sex of my life. I don’t know if it’s because I’m wound up tight like a ticking bomb or if it’s because he’s sexy as fuck, or if it’s the stress of this crazy virus, or my trying to get this book done, or all of the above! But! The sex was explosive!”
She whistles and shakes her head. “It’s about damn time. Tell me more! Where is he?”
“He went to play golf,” I say. “I probably had a little bit too much wine last night. I threw my hands up and just said ‘fuck it, let’s do this.’”
“Well, with you being isolated together in that house, you’ve got plenty of time for more,” she snickers.
I bite my lip as a worried expression comes over my face. Paige quickly asks, “What, Emma?”
“I don’t know. I wonder is all.” The worry etches deeper into my face.
“Look. Tough love time here... cut the shit, Emma. You’re not the only person who loves or loves hard. You think god only made one of you? Sorry, but you’re not that special! Seems to me Landon’s got it just as bad for you as you do for him.”
A relaxed laugh escapes my lips. Paige always knows how to set me straight. When Granny died, Paige was there for me the whole time, letting me tell story after story about Granny. But there came a time when it was too much. I was living under a cloud, and Paige grabbed me by the shoulders one day and said, “Enough is enough! Your Granny would be pissed if she saw you behaving this way, so stop it.”
And in that moment, I felt in my bones that she was right. That’s when I decided to do something with everything I’d learned from my Granny. That’s when I decided to write the book, and from that moment on, I felt free. I had a sense of purpose.
Trouble was, I was having a hard time starting the project. Every time I’d sit down to work on it, I’d find an excuse not to. Granny’s death was still too raw. When I saw her handwriting scrawled on her recipe cards, flowery at some times and rash with chicken scratch marks the next, my eyes would fill with tears, and I’d find an excuse to put off writing that day, and the next, and the next.
Three months ago, Paige did it again. She shook my shoulders and yelled some sense into me. She looked me in the eye and said, “Your Granny wants this book done. She’s tired of waiting, Emma. Now get off your ass and stop making excuses!”
In that moment, tears streamed down my face, cathartic and cleansing. Paige held me close in her usual too-strong bear hug, and I cried my eyes out. I felt bad for having waited so long when I knew better, but I felt relieved at being shaken awake to get the book done. That was when I made plans to leave town for a change of scenery, to someplace warm, to finally write this book. For me. For Granny.
I look back at Paige again on my phone’s screen, and I smile. She’s right. “I know, I know. Granny must be channeling through you again.” I laugh and continue, “So how are things for you? Any news in Michigan on the virus?”
“Yeah, actually, it’s spreading crazy fast in Detroit. And of course, the northeast — I can’t believe what’s happening in New York. It’s terrifying.”
“I know,” I say and feel a shiver of worry. Admittedly, I haven’t been tracking the news closely. I knew we were on lockdown here, but I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the rest of the country.
“Shit’s gettin’ real,” Paige says.
“Well, stay safe and keep your hands washed, and don’t touch your face,” I tell her. And because I can’t help myself, I add, “and order some bottles of elderberry syrup. Take it twice a day, right away. Also, buy vitamin C and zinc. Take a double dose of those each day.”
“Yes, ma’am!” she pipes up.
We end our call, and I check in with my mom, too. I’m relieved that she’s doing well, and I end the call and put my phone in the pocket of
my running shorts before heading to the sink to carefully wash my cup.
“Landon, Landon, Landon. The heart just wants what it wants, doesn’t it, Granny?” I ask her out loud.
Am I doing the right thing? Cuz I’m scared. I look around the kitchen like I’m waiting for her to answer. No, I don’t actually hear the words directly in these conversations I have with her. I just sort of feel it in my heart when she sends me messages. And here comes her reply now, tingling deep in my chest, How will you ever know love, my little sweet pea, if you don’t surrender to it?
I’m stopped in my tracks. Huh? Love? I hadn’t even thought of it in those terms. But Granny was always right, every single time. Maybe this relationship with Landon could go somewhere. I don’t know how yet, but I’m interested in seeing what happens.
Three hours have passed, and I’m still working on my book in the back yard, when Landon comes outside holding a beer. He looks so good in his golf shirt and shorts and, I let my eyes settle on him for a moment. He sits across from me on the patio swing and kicks his legs up in front of him onto the Italian-tiled table. We talk a bit about his golf game. He says he had a good match, but it was getting too hot to be out toward the end.
“Want to go for a swim?” he asks.
I look over at the pool, and the cool water looks refreshing. “Yes,” I say, completely under his spell, but also thinking it’s a splendid idea.
“Great, let’s go!” He pulls his shirt up over his head, and my mouth gets dry when I look at his thick chest muscles and washboard abs. He unbuttons his shorts, and they drop to the ground. Standing in only his boxer briefs, he continues, “Well? Get undressed. Let’s do this.”
“No bathing suits?”
“Live on the edge, baby,” he tempts. “I dare you.”
“It’s the middle of the day, Landon. I think Beverly watches us through the holes in the fence,” I whisper loudly, pointing toward her house.
“Well, not today. Her car isn’t out front. And the neighbors behind us only come here in the winter. Close your laptop and get your naked ass over here.”