I strip out of my clothes until I'm standing naked before her and then I walk over to the nightstand and grab what I'll need. Tonight I'm going to claim that last part of Savannah, the only place on her body that my cock hasn't touched. She'll no longer be a virgin in any sense of the word and I'll own every part of her.
Dragging my hands up the soft skin of her thick toned legs, I follow their path with wet kisses. My lips kiss up the inside of her thighs and the sweet scent of her cunt invades my senses. I practically foam at the mouth. I kiss the lips of her pussy before diving in for an erotic taste, fucking her pussy with my tongue before moving up to her clit. Her body shudders with pleasure while I circle the tight bundle of nerves with my tongue, dragging my teeth across her clit before sucking it between my lips.
"Oh my God, Landon..." she sighs, arching her back as her hands meet my hair and she pulls hard on my long locks.
I continue to suck her between my lips, flicking my tongue over her bean until she's writhing against my face, the pressure too intense for her to stay still. I don’t stop my assault because I love to see her in the throes of passion. I love to watch what my tongue evokes out of her. I hold her hips steady and continue ravishing her with my mouth and then I hear the sweetest sound leave her sensual lips.
Savannah moans out in a low pitch, "I love you," as she comes all over my willing face.
I take care of her, soothing her body over and over again with my mouth as she comes down from her sizzling orgasm. Then I'm flipping her quivering body over so she lies flat on her stomach. I pull her hips back so the swell of her ass is raised up in the air, her juicy humps hitting the underside of my hard cock, causing me to groan out in satisfaction.
My hand reaches out to the side of the bed and I grab the bottle of lube that I took from the nightstand a few minutes ago. I squirt the cool liquid down the crack of her ass and massage it into her flesh, working her over with my hands. My fingers are coated in the fluid and when she lets out a primal moan from my caress, I insert one finger and then another into her back passage, preparing her body for what's to come.
"Oh, God," she whimpers, the innocence in her voice makes me a bit reluctant. As much as I want to claim her ass right now, I need to make sure she's ready for this next step in our sexual exploration.
"You okay?" I stop working my fingers inside her to wait for her answer.
"Don't stop, Landon. It feels so good." I've awoken the savage side of her that wants no part of her untouched.
I follow her command and continue to fuck her ass with my long fingers, plunging deep into her tender warmth. She starts to really get into it, thrusting her ass back into me each time my fingers move forward. I wrap my other arm around her hips and slide my hand to her clit, hoping I've given her enough time to recover from her last orgasm. She trembles under my touch and I know she's ready for another one.
I continue to massage her swollen clit over and over again, setting her body ablaze as I slide my fingers out of her puckered hole, replacing them with the engorged head of my rock-solid cock. Her back stiffens, her body tenses, and I know she's realizing we just went from the kiddy pool to the deep end.
"Relax, sweet girl. It'll only be uncomfortable for a second and then I'm going to take your body places it never imagined." She nods half-heartedly but remains silent. Her body hasn’t relaxed for even a moment so I decide to try a different tactic. I lean over her back, kissing my way up her soft skin. She shivers and her body relaxes with each kiss, submitting to my delicate touch. I use this opportunity to slide in a little deeper. She squeals, tightening around my cock, but almost instantly relaxes and I push further and further into her warmth.
She feels fucking incredible. I didn't think anything could feel as good as her velvet cunt, but her ass is definitely becoming a new favorite home.
I'm able to fill her completely, my dick invading her back entrance with finesse, my balls slapping against her pussy. When she doesn't protest I start to move deep inside her. Each motion is effortless, made easy by the slick lube, and as she sighs out in pleasure I start rubbing her clit again.
"Yes...Oh, Landon...I never thought...it could feel...this way." Her words come out staggered and shaky. With every thrust she loses a little more control of her body and I know she's going to climax at any moment. Her head falls forward as she arches her back and moans out lowly in pleasure as she comes. The contractions of her cunt cause the most delicious vibrations in her forbidden channel, making it impossible for me to hold off any longer. I pull out just in time to ejaculate all over her salaciously plump ass. My jizz drips down her crack and I would have loved to come in her asshole but I instinctively knew she wasn't ready for that yet.
I slide up behind her, my chest to her back and I don't care that I'm making a mess between us with my white cream. All I care about is holding this beautiful woman in my arms all night.
"That was incredible," she sighs out. I move us under the covers and now we're lying on our sides as I continue to hold her as close to me as I can. The satisfaction that comes from being her first in every sense of the word is overpowering.
"I told you it would be."
"Landon, do you think this will ever get old? Will we grow sick of each other? I can't imagine ever getting tired of your body and the way you arouse a need in me."
Her question catches me off guard. After everything we've experienced, this sweet girl is still having doubts about us.
"I'm sure we'll have some bad days, every relationship has them, but I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, Savannah. I love you and no one else will ever come close to taking away the feelings I have for you."
She relaxes in my embrace. "I feel the same way."
Chapter Nineteen
Savannah
I did it.
Twenty-one minutes ago I stood up on that stage in the center of the football field, in front of a class of my peers, and accepted my diploma. I listened as the rest of my graduating class had their names called and several members of administration gave speeches. Then we moved our graduation cap's tassels from the right side to the left and the ceremony ended.
As the crowd parts and everyone goes their separate ways I don't look for my mother or aunt. None of my family bothered to show up to the ceremony. Instead I look for the tall man, with brown wavy hair and uniquely beautiful eyes that I love and cherish so dearly.
Landon is standing with two other men on the ten-yard line having what looks like a deep discussion. One of the men I recognize as my principle and the other I've never seen before. When Landon spots me he smiles before shaking hands with the men in front of him. He leaves them to come over to me and I try to suppress the urge I have to reach up on my toes and kiss him. I'm prepared to greet him in a respectable way since we're on school grounds.
He surprises me when he wraps me in his embrace, picks me up off the ground and spins me around in circles. I giggle in delight, wondering what has gotten into him and then he sets me back on the ground and plants an intimate kiss on my lips for everyone to see. For a moment I get lost in his magnetic kiss, too caught up in my favorite taste–Landon, coffee, and mint. Then reality hits and I pull back from his public display of affection.
"What are you doing?" I gasp as I look around to see how much damage control we'll need to do.
"I'm kissing my girlfriend on a very important day for us both." There's a sparkle in his eyes as he chuckles humorously.
He's right because this is an important day. We can finally be together, publicly. I just don't think right now is the time and place to announce it to the small-minded people of our town. He leans in again and brushes his lips against mine in another captivating kiss. This time I give in, kissing him back with just as much passion as I let his lips congratulate me on my graduation day. His mouth temporarily pacifies the need I have for him and I pull away before a kiss is no longer enough.
"Landon, I might not be your student anymore but we need to be careful for the sa
ke of your job."
"What job?" he asks mystified. "I just quit."
"You what?" I gasp.
"I was waiting to tell you. I wanted your graduation to be over with first. I accepted a teaching job in Nashville. I'll be leaving here by the end of the summer."
"You're leaving?" I ask sadly as I try to hold back on showing any more of my true emotions.
"Yep. So if administration says anything about the kiss we just shared I really don't care."
His words render me speechless as the world around me closes in on me. I can't breathe–my lungs are on fire. I'm suffocating. My fears are all becoming a reality. Landon's leaving me–I have no one. Our relationship was just some way for him to pass the time in this small town. It's exactly what I suspected all along. We don’t have a real future.
I'm having a panic attack.
My head feels foggy as warmth spreads up my neck and to my face, and I have the sudden urge to vomit. Landon's face turns from a bright and cheerful smile to one of immediate concern.
"Oh, no." His arms wrap around me and hold me close as he coos softly in my ear, "Breathe, baby. Breathe, sweet girl."
I try to do as he instructs but it's hard when the man breaking my heart is the same man trying to comfort me from my heartbreak.
"I wasn’t clear. You misunderstood. I'm moving to Nashville but I want to move there with you, Savannah. I want us to go there together."
My racing pulse begins to slow as I continue to take deep breaths in and out, unable to get rid of this panic attack as fast as it was brought on. After several minutes of Landon taking care of me and coaxing me with his words, I'm able to stand on my own and breathe at a normal pace. I step back from his strong embrace and look into his eyes. "You want me to come with you? You're not leaving me?"
"I could never leave you, Savannah. You mean everything to me and if you want to stay here then we can, but I think the best place for us is Nashville. We can start fresh. No one there will know I was your teacher and you were my student. We can find you another job, hopefully not at another gas station, and you can follow your dreams."
Wiping my eyes of my few shed tears and the drops of perspiration that coated my skin during my panic attack, I reply honestly, "I don't have any dreams at the moment, Landon. Right now my only dream is you and that one seems to have come true."
I know how corny I sound, and how completely invested I am in him, but every word is the truth.
"You also have a dream of making a living as a singer. Your voice is beautiful, Savannah, and if we move to Nashville and you work hard at your craft you have a real chance of being able to sing for a living. I believe in you, sweet girl."
I can't believe he remembered my dream and wants it to come true for me. Singing never seemed to be a feasible future. It's a dream that died the moment after I had it. Leave it to Landon to want to make all my dreams come true. I've never been so happy to have a teacher believe in me so much. I'm so lucky to have Landon, my lover and best friend, believe in me.
I look around the football field and take in the people and the place I've called home. The grass is littered with shed gowns and caps, and some of the folding chairs are tipped over. Then my eyes fall on Jo Lynne as she glares at Landon and me. His arms are still wrapped around me and I love that she's watching this moment. She may have gotten the crown but she now knows I got the real prize.
Chett is standing next to her. His eyes large and his mouth dropped open in shock. A tiny part of me feels bad for him, but then I remember the player he is and I'm sure he'll be with some other chick by tonight. I'm dating his cousin so he'll have to get over it sooner or later.
"Will you come with me to Nashville, Savannah?" Landon asks.
It's not even something I have to think about because there is only one answer. "Of course I will. I'll follow you anywhere, Landon."
It'll be hard leaving my mother and aunt. While we don't ever really talk and we're not close, I still feel like I owe them and should take care of them in some way since I've already been doing it for so long. I can use the next few weeks to work my ass off and leave them every penny I have, and then once I'm settled in Nashville I can figure out a way to send them a little money each week. I can try and get in contact with my sister, too, and see if she can help out. She must be making some kind of decent money down in Miami. It's about time she helps pull her weight.
Landon brushes his knuckles across my cheek and then he leaves a soft, tender kiss on my lips. "I love you, sweet girl."
"I love you more, Landon."
Epilogue
23 years later...
The lights outside our large modern ranch light a path up the stone walkway to our red front door. The fall wreath I designed from an idea on Pinterest sits right below the peephole. I haven't been home for seven days and seeing the lights outside left on for me, knowing someone is waiting up for me inside, still feels good after all of these years with Landon.
Not many people can say they met the love of their life at seventeen.
The years together haven't all been wonderful. Relationships are tough–mix that with my youth and I was a handful at times. I had a wild run when I turned twenty, even breaking it off with Landon for a brief period as I tried to get my music career off the ground. Things weren't going the way I wanted and I blamed Landon for holding me back. I was wrong, as usual. He's my biggest supporter and in the end I couldn't let him go. He was a part of me and I loved him too much to not be with him.
Thankfully Landon felt the same way and was waiting for me when I came crawling back. He understood that I needed the time away. The quick separation wasn't so I could date other men because I never so much as looked at another guy. It was so I could find myself. I was so lost in my identity with Landon that I forgot who I was deep inside.
We were married six months after reconciling. Landon went back to school to get his Master's degree while I sang everywhere and anywhere I was allowed to. Most of the gigs I landed didn't pay anything. There were even a few places that I had to pay to sing, but the experiences gave me a new confidence I never had before and suddenly the possibilities in front of me were endless.
I got a steady job at a jazz club in the heart of the city and had so much fun coming to work every night. Most nights Landon would come in after work and listen to me sing. He'd sit in a corner booth and write while waiting for my set. Record producers and recording artists occasionally came in to hear the live music. One producer in particular sought me out to sing back up vocals on an album he was working on. After that I started singing back up vocals on several hit country albums. I never became a star but I got to do what I love for a living and that was good enough for me.
It still is.
I arrived back in Nashville about an hour ago after recording background vocals on a studio album in Los Angeles. Every time I hit the recording booth, an energy I've never experienced anywhere else before takes over my body and I become one with the music. This album was no different. I loved every song on the album and was happy to add my part wherever it was needed.
The nice thing about recording in Los Angeles is I'm always able to meet up with Addison. She's the only high school friend I've kept in contact with. She's lived in California for almost twenty years and is settled down in a polyamorous relationship. She's happy and that's what matters.
But as much as I loved being in the recording booth and visiting with my friend, I'm glad to be home. I'm glad to be able to reconnect with my love and spend some quality time with him and our two children. I've missed them terribly. That's the only downside to traveling for work.
When I enter our ranch the house is quiet. I can't even hear the low hum of the television playing from our son's bedroom down the hall. My heels click against the dark wood floor as I make my way toward the back of the house and into the kitchen where I can see the light on above the stove. The marble kitchen countertops are wiped down clean and in the middle of the kitchen island is a ceramic p
late covered in foil with a yellow post-it note on top.
Ordered Pizza and got half cheese just for you. When you're done eating I'll be naked and waiting for you upstairs.
–Landon
I've missed him so much. Seven days without him is too long. Thankfully he has his part-time job teaching history at the local college and his successful writing career to keep him busy. I'm so proud of my husband.
I smile at his thoughtful note as I peel the foil off the top of the plate and walk over to the microwave to heat up my cold pizza. I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast and I'm famished. The microwave begins to buzz just as two strong arms wrap around my flat stomach. Landon dips his head down to the side of my bare neck, breathing in my scent before kissing my sensitive flesh.
"Welcome home," he whispers against my skin. I relax into his welcoming embrace and rest my head back on his shoulder.
"I'm glad to be home. I thought you were upstairs naked and waiting for me."
"I heard you come in and couldn't wait that long to see you."
Landon kisses my sensitive skin again and again as he makes quick work of our position, his hands moving all over my body at once. One of his large palms slides under my shirt, up my soft stomach, and over the cup of my black lace bra, squeezing my heavy breast. My breasts swell and nipples harden from his touch. I groan out in pleasure and he takes my sound as encouragement. His other hand drags down the outside of my fitted pencil skirt until his fingers meet the hem. He trails the pads of his long fingers under my skirt and up my bare legs until they meet the lace of my thong.
I've been away from Landon for way too damn long. I'm unreasonably horny and the small material between my legs is wet from the few brief moments of anticipation. Landon pushes my thong aside and dips two fingers inside my wet center, and I groan out at the sensation.
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