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

she can taste the wine there herself. I take her glass and mine, setting them both down on the coffee table.

I reach out, and Riley meets me halfway, straddling my lap as her lips find mine again. Our kiss is heady, intoxicating, and it’s not because of the wine but the woman I’m kissing. It deepens, our tongues twisting and tasting each other until Riley pushes me back into the cushions. “Noah . . . I need you.”

“I need you too,” I tell her honestly, reaching a hand up to knead a soft breast through her dress, which has slipped up her thighs enticingly. “I want you. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to enjoy it, enjoy us.”

I kiss her again, my thumb finding her nipple through the thin cotton. Riley gasps, arching her head back, and I roll her, pinning her to the couch as I rain kisses on her skin and down to the hollow of her throat.

“Mmm . . . you taste good,” I growl against her throat. “The rest of you?”

Riley reaches down, squeezing my ass through my slacks and pulling my hardness against her thigh. “You . . . can find out,” she gasps as I lean in, nipping her throat again. I pull back just enough to let her sit up, pulling her dress from her shoulders and letting it pool at her waist.

Of course her lingerie’s yellow. But against her creamy skin, it looks golden, and there’s only one word that comes to mind as I look down at her in admiration. “Sunshine.”

Riley reaches up, sliding a shoulder strap down and tugging a cup until one breast tumbles out. I ravenously bury my face between her soft mounds, sliding halfway down the couch before kissing over to a perked up, hard nipple that rasps against my tongue. Needing more and wanting to see if the other breast is just as delicious, I reach beneath her, undoing her bra to remove it and expose her breasts completely. I worship them both, using my hands and mouth.

“Noah . . . oh, yes,” Riley moans. I grin, planning to taste every inch of Riley’s body and bring my name to her lips again and again.

I lift up to give myself some room to work and pull her dress down her legs and off with her help. She lies before me in matching yellow panties and those pink heels, her little yellow toes peeking out.

Using my hand, I urge her thighs apart, and she whimpers as I knead my way up from her knees. Her yellow panties gleam mellowly in the soft light of my living room, and I look up at Riley’s half-closed eyes, her breasts heaving in deep breaths.

I grin at seeing her even wilder than usual, especially when I’ve never felt more in control. I run a fingertip along the lacy edge and feel her shiver in anticipation. A dark spot appears, her arousal and moisture soaking into the fabric. “Is there something you want?” I ask huskily.

Riley nods, lifting her hips just enough to boldly tug the triangle covering her pussy to the side, and I see . . . heaven. “Is there something you want?”

As if there’s any doubt.

“Fuck yes.” With almost an animalistic ferocity, I bury my face between her thighs, consuming her with a desire and passion I’ve held back for too long. She’s tangy and sweet, better than the wine and more nourishing than the burgers we ate. Because with every suck, every stroke of my tongue along her lips, I hear her pleasure.

I hear her moans.

I feel . . . enlightened. I feel like my soul’s being transformed with each scoop of my tongue, each tug of her fingers on my hair.

I suck her pussy, kissing her center as my hands clamp on her thighs, holding her open to me. Not that Riley needs encouragement. She’s practically yanking my hair out because she’s pulling on me so strongly, wanting more. Actually, she’s demanding more. I love that she’s passionate and powerful, willing to guide me exactly where she wants me while letting me explore every inch of her. I want to know her fully and completely.

But I want to draw this out, to savor her, so I pull back just enough to tease and flutter the tip of my tongue over the jewel of her clit that’s glistening at the top of her slit.

She cries out, bucking against my face. “N–Noah!” she softly screams, her eyes fully closed and her face lit with a smile. Since we started dancing—no, longer than that, as far back as when we were messaging and her face was still a blur—I’ve wanted to see her like this, ultimate joy etched on her face.

She’s my Riley now. The world be damned. Everyone else can fuck off. She’s mine.

Riley’s stomach clenches, and I see her arms shaking from being so close to the edge of a big orgasm. I draw it out as long as I can, wanting to watch and relish this moment forever. There’s only one ‘first orgasm’ with a lover, and with Riley, I want ours to be like something neither of us has ever felt before.

I want her to know this isn’t a game to me.

I don’t just want her pussy.

I want Riley.

I tongue her clit with a broad, flat stroke that makes her legs stiffen. She throws her head back, a harsh breathless cry rasping from her panting lungs before she soaks my chin and lips in her sweet juices.

“Wow. Noah,” she gasps when she can form words again.

I get up, looking down on her limp body. My shirt’s half torn off, and I can feel my cock throbbing in my slacks. With a weakened arm, Riley reaches for my belt, but just before she can touch it, there’s a thump at the door.

“Noah!”

I look up in shock, and Riley’s eyes widen. We both know that voice.

“What do we do?” Riley whispers.

“I don’t know,” I whisper back, shrugging.

She eyes me, and I realize this is on me. I’m the one who needs to have