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

in a bit, Raffy. Be a good boy,” I tell him. He watches as I walk Riley down the hall, kissing her as I go. We must have kissed a thousand times by now, maybe more. But I’m never going to have enough. I hunger for her touch, and we shed our clothing in between tasting each other’s kisses, leaving a trail toward the bedroom.

One good thing about the prom event being so early in the evening for the residents’ schedules is that it’s barely after dark, the night sky still a mix of purple and blue. But the moon is already rising high and bright. Through the open curtains, the white light bathes Riley’s skin, making her glowy and glorious.

The woman who has my heart.

The woman who will soon be my wife.

“Come here,” I tell her, guiding her to the window and standing behind her. She looks out over Briar Rose, the evening lights shining below us and the stars twinkling above us. “Out there, you’re an inspiration to so many. You bring sunshine and positivity to their days, reminding them to enjoy every moment.”

Riley nods robotically, her pulse racing in her neck and her breathing going jagged from feeling the heat of my words along her bare skin.

“In here, you are my inspiration. And I intend to enjoy every moment with you . . .” I let my sweet words become dirtier, my voice deeper and rougher. “Sucking your nipples, licking your pussy, filling you with my cock until you come over and over again.”

“What else?” She pants eagerly.

A cocky smirk twists my lips. “Smacking your ass, shoving my cock down your throat, pulling your hair, and pounding into you so you never forget who your perfect match is.”

“Yes, Noah . . . please.” A shudder goes through her body, and other than my breath, I haven’t even touched her yet.

I nudge Riley’s legs apart, kissing the back of her neck and sliding my hand down to cup her. She’s wet, her breath turning into a gasp and her hands planting on the window as I slide a finger through her slippery folds to find the stiff pearl at the top of her cleft.

I stroke her softly, kneading her breast with my other hand and tasting her skin. Riley moans, pressing herself back against my hips as I slide two fingers inside her. “Fuck.”

My cock jumps at the word on Riley’s lips, and I have to squeeze at the base of my shaft to keep from coming all over her back. “I will,” I growl softly into her ear. “I promise. But first, I want to watch you come in the moonlight.”

Riley nods wordlessly, her eyes closing as I stroke her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clit to send electricity through her body. I cradle her in my arms, my stiff cock pressed between the soft cheeks of her ass as I focus, not on myself, but on Riley.

Forever Riley.

“I love you,” I whisper, thrusting two fingers inside her. “Open your eyes. Look at our town. Our city. Our home.”

Riley cries out, her eyes flying open as I pump my fingers in and out of her. She’s so beautiful, her skin creamy and pale in the moonlight, her golden hair swept to one side as she looks out the window. I nip at her skin, feeling the warmth of her body as she presses into me, feeling my arousal and the wetness of her pussy running over my fingers.

She’s everything.

Riley’s palms press against the glass, her body quivering on the edge. Her clit throbs against my thumb in time with my own racing heart. I want to take her, to withdraw my fingers and use my cock . . . but not this time. Not yet.

We have all night.

Instead, I stroke my thumb over her clit again, her stomach clenching and shaking she’s so close. “Noah . . . Noah.”

“Come for me, Riley,” I whisper in her ear, nibbling the soft lobe. “I have you. Forever mine.”

Riley cries out sharply, her arms collapsing and her body pressing against the glass. I feel her climax, her hips bucking back and forth against my hand and my cock, shivering at the intensity of what’s jolting through her body.

When she sags, I catch her in my arms, holding her close and keeping her safe and protected. “That was beautiful,” I whisper, withdrawing my fingers and bringing them to my mouth to taste her cream. “And so are you.”

She smiles, recovering quickly. “Thank you.”

For the compliment? For the orgasm? I don’t know, but I can’t care when a second later, Riley spins in place and drops to her knees in front of me. “Put your hands on the glass, Noah.”

And then she takes me in her mouth.

“Damn, Sunshine. I love you,” I growl, plunging into her throat.

She hums something that sounds like ‘I love you too’, but I’m gone to the pleasure she’s giving me.

I’m glad to have met Riley on that blind date, but I’m even more thankful to have a lifetime to make each other happy and spread a little sunshine.

Epilogue

From The Social Media Feed of Riley Sunshine

-Happy June, Sunshiners! Thank you to all of the people who signed up for BlindDate and name dropped me in the signup box! I hope you all find love!

-Fearless Friday, Sunshiners! Do something bold today. Maybe something as easy as a bright lipstick or something as big as applying for a new job. Tell me you’re doing fearlessly and fabulously! What’s my bold? I’ve got wedding planning on my agenda today, and my wedding planner needs a decision. Can you help? Should Midnight Mark and I go fall traditional, winter wonderland, or an off the wall theme? Did I hear a Big Mike’s suggestion from the back row? Drop your suggestions in the comments below!

- “Hey, Sunshiners! Riley Sunshine here, with Midnight Mark!”

“Hey, Sunshiners! I’m not here as Riley Sunshine’s guy, but rather as my Clark Kent alter ego, A.K.A. The App Geek. I want to let you know that I listened to your last comments,