by R. F. Allie
I went through all of them, some of them where lighter, softer, others were too dark.
One in particular, affected me in the most bizarre way. I was aroused by its sight. The woman had her eyes blindfolded and some weird looking devices around her swollen red nipples, her hands over her head bound to the end of a poster bed. She was blushing and the way she stood, her knees were weakened, she was aroused by her state.
I sat on the piano bench, a strange feeling hit my groin. I was so aroused by the painting; I even felt the need to touch my hard nipples to calm the ache.
I pinched them, but not hard enough to provide some relief. I needed Landon and I needed him right then.
I covered the paintings; clearly I wasn't supposed to see them. At least I knew that his mood could get really dark. Some paintings are a mirror of the soul; the ones I thought were his mother’s showed love and care. They were soft and attentive; she clearly loved her son. Landon cherished his mother in his paintings. He loved landscapes; but those specific ones had to stay personal.
I strode down the stairs looking for him. Alison was on the second floor talking on the phone. I got into the bedroom but he wasn't there. I was going insane, I needed him.
But I need him like that morning; not like last night.
Then I got an idea, and hoped it would work.
"Alison, can you please tell Landon that I need him to come to the third floor, it's important please."
"Yes, of course, is everything okay?"
"No, just tell him to come upstairs, alone, please!"
She ran down in the blink of an eye, and I strode back upstairs and closed the door. I quickly shrugged of my tee and pants. Then, I unhooked my bra and took of my panties.
I positioned myself naked against the wall, and waited for him.
As soon as I’d heard his unmistakable walk up the stairs, I started touching myself. My breasts were heavy from that painting, and I was wet with anticipation.
I jumped when the door flew open.
"Clea? What is it? Alison said..."
Landon fell silent once his eyes came on me.
I caressed my neck down my breasts, and pulled at my nipples, hard.
I moaned and arched my back against the wall, the coolness against my skin sent chills through my boiling skin.
Slowly I slid one hand to the apex of my thighs, and stroked myself. I winced silently. I was sore, yet I was wet. I slid a finger inside feeling myself inside for the first time.
Landon froze; the sight of him was a pure eye-gasm. His hair a glorious mess, a linen shirt hugging his shoulders and powerful arms over linen pants. He looked young, so young, and so delicious.
"Taste yourself baby."
I flickered my eyes in shock; he turned and locked the door then walked slowly towards me. I was already feeling the pressure building up and I couldn't stop touching myself.
"You heard me Clea.”
He was so close; he could just have done it himself.
"I want you to taste how sweet you are."
He was intoxicating; I was addicted to his scent, to his voice, his hot gaze. Slowly I pulled my finger out and hesitantly brought it to my mouth.
"That's right, go ahead taste yourself for me; I want you to suck on that finger."
Oh my God, it was perplexing, yet so erotic.
I slowly found myself sucking leisurely at my finger. It didn't taste of anything really, maybe a little sweet, but mostly sour, but I sucked at it like my life depended on it.
His eyes were piercing dark, pure lust transpired from them.
"You taste better."
I said all self-consciousness out of my system.
"That is so hot baby, you blow my mind away."
I had an idea on what I wanted to blow other than his mind, but I wouldn’t last that long, I needed him forcefully inside of me.
I gathered my courage then looked at him sheepishly.
"I know you said you won't do it anymore, but I want you to fuck me like this morning Landon, just one last time like this morning then you can return to being your natural sensual, tender self."
I could hear the plea in my voice, I had to have it that way again and I was ready for anything.
I could see the disapproving answer coming, but I wouldn’t have it, I would’ve begged for it at that point.
"Please, Landon, I Want You to Fuck Me."
There I said it, I said exactly what I wanted just like he wanted me to.
The disbelief on his smooth feature was a sight to remember.
In a beat, something changed in his expression, it got darker. Not anger, but something dominant and powerful, a little scary but mostly arousing.
My heart constricted, and something in the deepest part of me clenched. I was so weak and turned on at the same time.
"Come here." He ordered.
I took his extended hand and he walked me to one of the big windows.
"Turn around!"
I turned my back to him and he took my hands and placed them on the security bars.
"I want you to use all your force to hold on onto these."
I nodded not able to speak beyond the scoop in my throat.
He slowly pulled at my hair tie freeing curly strands over my shoulders. He kissed my tattoo.
“My sweet demanding angel.”
His hands traveled through my body so slowly, so possessively and bit the side of my neck really hard.
"Ooh."
It wasn't painful or unpleasant, just surprising.
"Hush baby, spread your legs."
His voice was commanding, and I did as he asked.
He pushed his chest against my naked back, the feel of soft linen, and his hardness between the cheeks of my bottom. He slid two fingers inside me, I held on the bars maintaining weak legs.
"You want me to fuck you Miss Davis?"
I was intoxicated by his hot breath, the scent of musky body wash and cinnamon made my blood sing along with the feel of his fingers doing delicious things to me.
"Yes."
“Ask for it.”
He prompted his voice raspy and deep.
“Fuck me Landon.”
“Beg for it.” He added.
Huh?
I fell silent; confusion crept all over me.
“You heard me Clea. I want you to beg for it.”
Something had shifted in his tone. I didn’t know who he was, but I felt an urging feeling to comply with his curious demand and domineering voice.
“Please Landon.”
I was begging.
It wasn't long before I heard the sound of a zipper. He filled me me in a beat. He put his palms over mine on the bars and started thrusting in and out. He was so thick, so hard and deep inside me. His thrusts relentless and rigorous. His breath controlled and bare compared to my heaving.
I was brought so close to my climax, my knees couldn't hold it anymore. I moaned and screamed calling out his name, until I climaxed powerfully around him all my muscles clenching and my heart thumping.
He wasn't finished; he slowed the rhythm, still hard inside me. I couldn't take anymore, but I wasn't going to let him stop even though I won't be able to climax again. He continued with slow thrusts, stilling at my entrance not completely outside, then thrust leisurely. As soon as my panting calmed, he took on his rhythm, speeding oh-so-slowly, circling his hips, hitting my nerves again.
No? How could I?
He grasped my nipples between his thumbs and the middle joints on the side his forefingers then pulled them really hard.
Yes!
It was so arousing. Soon I was pushing into his palms asking for more, he pulled and twisted them like it was rubber. I moaned loudly holding on the bars as if my sanity depended on it.
Soon I was building up, but I needed more; I needed to kiss him, I let off one hand and brought it over his head pulling him in a hungry kiss.
Landon responded in kind, groaning inside my mouth, I was close and I could feel
he was too, his heart was thumping, I could feel it in his mouth, and he slammed inside me again, in a relentless rhythm until we came together, his hands squeezed the life out of me.
I muffled his name in his mouth; he sucked and bit my bottom lip, emptying his hot semen inside me. We came apart and fell to the floor together, panting and breathless…
We lay there for what seemed like a long time. I thanked the heavens for the plush carpeted floors. I had no words to describe what had just happened. All I knew was that I was officially beyond sore and my nipples hypersensitive; even the softness of Landon's linen shirt hurt.
But I was so relaxed, despite loose limbs; I was in a state of pure euphoria, grinning against my incredible lover's chest like a five year old. I was a little embarrassed replaying the whole scene in my mind. I had no idea I could be so bold, but I embraced my victory. After all I did get what I want.
"What are you so smiley about."
Oh it's alive!
He’d been so silent; I’d thought it best to let him be.
“In my opinion.”
I started with a full grin.
“I believe have lots of reasons to smile, so if it's all the same to you I'll let you think about that and relish my state of happiness." I was grinning.
"So you're happy?”
I could hear the concern in his intonation.
"Oh baby! You're so hopeless!"
Did he think that I'm made of glass that might break into a million pieces because of what we did?
"Baby?!"
Landon echoed.
I didn't realize what I’d called him, it was spontaneous. Even though I only applied endearment with my friends, with him, it was natural.
I pulled him in a kiss, but winced at the contact of the linen against my breasts.
"What? What is it Clea?"
His frown told me that it will kill his mood, so I thought better of it.
"Oh nothing, just a little sore from all our lovemaking and on-side-fuckery."
I was laughing at my words. It was exactly that, a mixture of both, and I loved every bit of it.
He stood up and carried me in his arms walking towards the door; I was completely naked, while he was completely dressed.
"Hey, let me get dressed, Alison might be downstairs."
"Oh so you worry about Ally but not about Calvin seeing you."
He smirked reminding me of last night’s incident.
I hated that damn situation, it was uncomfortable for both of us and I wasn't even completely naked. I just put my arms around him and feigned disinterest.
We were riding back to the hotel; Landon was a really busy man even on a Sunday. His phone kept ringing when we were in the shower earlier. I was unstoppable today, I was too sore to go at it again. But I didn't hesitate to make him come in my mouth. It was the best view; the expression on his face was one I will never forget. We took care of each other just like yesterday.
After that, he laid me on the bed and started the very serious chore of moisturizing every inch of me. One of the things he bought would appease soreness, and he didn't hesitate to do it. It was so hot and intimate.
When he felt that I was ready to go again, he shook his head in disbelief, but said that we had all the time in the world and that I needed to let myself heel. I complied none-too-eagerly. But he was right, I was burning up, I even walked funny.
Landon was taken between angry phone calls with Evelyn, Alec and some Braden character that seemed to frustrate him even more than his bitch of a partner. I let him get busy and plugged my earplugs. I had a text from Brooke asking me to confirm drinks with her and Liam tomorrow. I texted and offered lunch and drinks after work. She accepted it gladly and told me about some snarky bitch Liam had brought to the house and that almost burned down their kitchen.
I scrolled down my playlists; I smiled at my newly created one. I was one of those persons who loved sad melodies. It even cheered me up sometimes. Jude called the ‘P.Sawyer Syndrome’ referring to one of my favorite characters in a TV-show that had basically shaped my musical registry.
But it was true, it was a little weird. I was happy; even more than happy, I was euphoric. I was sated from several orgasms and I was listening to ‘Lightning Crashes’ by the Throwing Coppers.
It was one of my favorite songs, nothing cheery about it, but the melody touched my soul and made my heart race.
The events of the last two nights kept playing like a movie, again and again. I looked outside the window wondering when would be the next time I’d come here. I couldn't possibly afford to fly to Chicago every week; we had to talk about it before I left.
I thought about our conversation, I apologized for what I’d said about the paintings and we went back upstairs.
He’d told me every story behind every painting and revealed something I hadn't expected:
I was admiring Botticelli’ painting, lost in the details, his work was often a mixture of the middle ages and gothic style. The painting was tempera on panel, the use of color so modest compared to other eras. The figures told stories; they gave lessons about life, death and faith.
"You are magnificent Clea"
Landon had said
"I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on you, you were the most captivating woman I'd ever seen."
His voice was deep.
He sauntered behind me and pushed my hair to the side. He brushed his thumb against my tattoo.
"I won't choose that word to describe what I looked like on that day, although I did get your attention and you saved me from a humiliating moment."
I turned to him, interrupting his private session with Dara.
He smiled, twinkling in his beautiful gray gaze
"I never said that was the first time I saw you."
"What do you mean?”
“What do you think it means Miss Dane?”
I had it coming.
“Don’t you dare!”
I warned.
“Well, that day in front of the church wasn't the first time I saw you.”
He’d admitted; I was flagger basted.
“When was it then?” I urged.
A smile drew on his face, exposing perfect teeth.
“The first time I laid eyes on you Miss Dane, was inside the Louvre"
The revelation had me pinned against the wall.
"You were standing in front of one of Botticelli’s. You were hypnotized, lost inside every inch, as if you joined the Madonna and felt for her sadness. It was like you were with her; envisioning or discovering for the first time, the fate that the child would find at some point in his life. Reliving it.”
My mind whirled.
He looked at me appraisingly; he brushed his thumb against my cheeks.
“By turn, I was the one hypnotized, I froze looking at you. You were so beautiful, a yellow sundress, a discreet glowing tan. Your hair one the right side of your shoulder, revealing another angel. You were just standing like you were immobile. I was about to come and talk to you, but you were snatched out of your state by Miss Seiter, and by the time I finished discussing with the manager, you were nowhere to be found"
He announced.
I had lost all abilities to talk, astounded by the confession.
"Then one week later, I was attending a meeting and looking out the window, and there you were. Snapping pictures of Notre Dame.”
“What are the chances really? It had to be fate. I got out of the car determined to find a way to talk to you, and the most amazing thing happened.”
He pulled me to him and pressed a kiss to my temple.
“You fell into my arms Miss Dane.”
Landon smiled against my hair.
“You were so damn condescending.”
I hadn't said a word, but instead I put my arms around him and told him everything I couldn't say with a kiss.
Landon pulled at my earplug, and gave me a sweet kiss.
He was really affectionate.
"Wh
at are you listening to?"
He put the device in his ear.
"Heartbeats. Jose Gonzales. It's suitable."
"I love the melody, mostly acoustic."
He kept listening.
"One night of magic rush.
The start: a simple touch.
One night to push and scream
And then relief…"
I whispered along some of the lyrics to his free ear. It felt so suitable. And I made a new memory to the song with a tender kiss.
“Hey I saw your guitars, do you play?”
Landon smirked.
“No I just got them for show-off.”
He said complacently, but mostly amused.
We stopped in front of the hotel and I started gathering my things to get out the car but Landon stopped me.
"Don't bother baby, Calvin is bringing your friends to the car."
I didn’t understand.
"We have a date with the Best Burger on the planet, remember?”
I smile at him. He was so jovial and care-free. It made him even more handsome.
“My dad and Simon are also meeting us there."
"When did you do that?"
He seemed to be in the habit of surprising me.
“I arranged the lunch date with Jude; but the old man invited himself."
He was grinning sheepishly and I couldn't hold my own grin.
“That sounds nice. Thank you Baby.”
"Say that again!"
"Thank you baby!"
Jenna, Jude and Ryan joined us in the car and we drove for the best burger in the planet. They were pretty relaxed, they spent the whole morning in the spa again and they kept complimenting the hotel services. They eyed me quizzically the whole time, especially Jenna and Jude. They were grinning, eyeing each other, glancing between Landon and me.
I chose to ignore them and focused on the conversation between the other two, which was about fashion, obviously.
They talked about Ryan's upcoming show and I participated with my own praises for my best friend’s new collection.
He’d reinvented Disney princesses.
We stopped in front of Uncle Jimmy's restaurant. Landon explained that it belonged to his godfather, who was in the army with his father. There was a closed sign on the door, and I turned to Landon with a disappointed look. I was in the mood for that burger, starving for it. The way he talked about it made me eager to taste it. And I was famished.