The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

me. And I’ll remind you that you are bigger, stronger, better than the doubts whispering to you.”

Her fingers dance along my thigh, moving higher with every vow so I don’t want to stop. I’ll bare my whole soul, from the ugliest recesses to the shiniest corners, if she’ll keep touching me.

“I promise to let your sunshine warm me, inspire me, and help me see good in the world. I’ll create goodness too, following your example of love, generosity, and joy. I promise to love you, Riley.”

That’s what it all boils down to. We’ve gotten through this, but we’re both going to mess up again. We’re human, and we make mistakes. But the most important thing I want Riley to always know, down to her soul, is that I love her.

“I love you too, Noah.”

The silence stretches between us, and Riley smiles. “You know, those sounded a lot like vows.”

“Maybe,” I admit, nodding. “I think more people should make promises to each other. Clear ones like goals or mission statements.”

Riley’s brows jump up her forehead and then she laughs. “You were so close, and then had to go call our sweet words goals? Mission statements? How romantic.”

I laugh, shrugging as we fall deeper into the couch. “I am who I am.” I gather her into my arms, nuzzling and kissing the sensitive skin of her neck. “You want romance? How about if I take you to your bedroom and make love to you all night?”

“Mmm,” Riley moans. “I have a better idea . . . let’s go to my bedroom and fuck. I want to feel you all over me, inside me. I need you, Noah.” She’s gone quiet, breathy with the naughty words she loves but struggles to say.

Luckily for her, I don’t struggle with them at all.

“I can do that,” I promise her, leading her to the bedroom. I feel like I’m walking on a cloud, and I need her too. The fire inside me is so high that as soon as the door to her bedroom closes, I push her against it, consuming her mouth with a hungry kiss.

I reach for my tie, loosening it and then pulling my clothes off as I tell Riley, “Strip.”

She does as I order, removing her boots and socks before dropping the dress to the floor. She stands boldly before me in a black bra and panty set that has metallic gold suns and silver moons on it. “Did you wear this for me?” I ask huskily, giving my cock a slow stroke.

She nods as I trace the line where the silky material meets her breast with my other hand. “Beautiful, baby. But take it off.”

She reaches behind herself, undoing the bra and dropping it to the floor before shimmying out of the panties, leaving me with the blonde goddess I love with all my heart.

“You truly are beautiful,” I whisper before kissing her deeply. Our tongues mesh, and I press myself into her, feeling her skin against my skin, her breath on my breath.

It’s intoxicating.

With a soul-deep hunger, I lick her skin, tasting the salty sweetness of her sweat and loving the headiness of it. My hands roughly caress her body, my hand finding a breast and kneading the soft flesh until she’s squirming, her nipple hard against my palm.

“Noah,” she whimpers, and I relent, recognizing her need. She’s already on edge, a hair trigger away from falling into a pleasurable abyss, but I don’t want her to go yet. Not when I’ve barely touched her. I pull back, looking into her eyes.

“Turn around,” I growl, guiding her to bend forward over the side of the bed and put her chest to the mattress. I move behind her, memorizing this image—her hair spread wildly on the bed, her long, creamy legs scissoring as she looks for relief and her heart-shaped ass in the air, vulnerable and spread before me.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I bend down, worshipping her legs that drive me crazy. I massage the muscles, scratch along the skin leaving pink lines that disappear too fast, and lay a quick kiss to the seam where her thigh meets her butt. She arches her back to give me better access, wordlessly asking for what she wants.

“Tell me,” I say.

She whines but quickly answers. “Touch me. Please.”

I reach between her legs, finding the wet dampness of her lips, and stroke them, gathering her honey on my hand before licking it clean. “Mmm . . . so sweet.”

“D–Don’t stop,” Riley begs. “I need you so—oh, my God!”

She gasps sharply as I go back to rubbing her pussy, but her entire body jolts when I lower my mouth, kissing the upturned swells of her ass. Guided by her sounds, I nibble, kiss, and lick until my breath warms her tight hole and two of my fingers rest on the entrance to her pussy.

I pause, letting her tell me what she wants, and she pushes back onto my fingers and my mouth, giving me full access to her body. She’s open, vulnerable, and as I pleasure her, Riley finds my rhythm, pushing back to meet me and groaning with every stroke.

“You like that, baby? Like my fingers in your pussy and my tongue in your ass? You feel so good, right there on the edge, about to come for me.”

“Oh, fuck . . . Noah, yes!” she moans, the words adding to her arousal. Her back arches, and I lay my arm over her, keeping the wild bucking of her hips from pushing me away. She fully gives herself over to my control, trusting me to give her pleasure. My fingers pump in and out as my tongue dips inside her over and over.

I don’t hold back, don’t give her any mercy. Once before, I thought about our first time together being something special and memorable, and it definitely was. But this time is too, our first make-up sex. Or hell, maybe it will be like this with Riley every time. Wild, hard, passionate, no filters and no walls, just the two of us