Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
His dick goes from semi-hard to rock solid under my touch as I stroke his entire length up and down. I’ve never felt a dick before. Landon’s is soft like velvet, and I wonder how it would taste. When my thumb glides over the tip, I feel a bit of stickiness. It must be pre-cum. I use it to help create friction as I continue my strokes, all while Landon works me up high and higher. I’ve never had an orgasm before, so I don’t know what one feels like, but I’ve read about them in my magazines, and Melissa’s told me about the ones she’s had, in full detail. Before I can think any more about it, my body tightens of its own accord. My legs begin to tremble, and my girly parts tighten.
“Oh, God,” I moan out as my entire body is rocked to the core by Landon’s fingers.
“Fuck, Harper.” Landon groans. His fingers flit across my clit again, but it’s too sensitive. My hand leaves his dick so I can pull his hand away, and he chuckles.
“That was…” I sigh. “So good.”
Landon grins, obviously pleased that he got me off. Which reminds me… I glance down and get my first glimpse of him. He’s still hard. Wanting to reciprocate, so he can feel as good as I do, I wrap my hand around him and go back to stroking him.
“Harper, you have to stop,” he pleads, his voice strained.
“What? Why?” Why wouldn’t he want to feel as good as me?
“I’m going to come, baby. It will get all over my clothes and I didn’t bring a change of dress pants.”
Oh… well, there’s no way I’m going to leave him hanging, so there’s only one thing to do…
After unbuckling my seat belt, I lean over, careful not to bump his steering wheel, and take care of Landon the same way he took care of me. Making sure not a single drop spills onto his dress pants.
“Are you freaking serious right now?” I squeal when we arrive at our destination. We’re currently standing in the middle of New York University at the Gallatin Art Gallery. It opened after my last trip and I’ve been dying to check it out. It’s filled with art from the students, faculty, and staff at NYU. I mentioned it once to Landon and he must’ve been paying attention.
“This is amazing.” With tears in my eyes, I throw my arms around him for a hug. “Thank you.”
We spend the next few hours walking around, checking out the art. I know from our conversations, art isn’t really Landon’s thing, but you wouldn’t know it as he discusses each work of art with me. I don’t like to compare him to Richie, but they’re the only two guys I’ve dated, and when we got here, while I was excited, I kind of expected him to behave the way Richie once did when I begged him to go to an art show with me. He complained how boring it was the entire time, until I finally had enough and told him we could go. Landon, on the other hand, hasn’t complained once, giving me his full attention the entire time.
When we’ve seen everything twice, he tells me we have to get going if we’re going to make our dinner reservations, but promises me if I want to come back again, he’ll be glad to bring me.
Dinner turns out to be an upscale steakhouse that’s located at the bottom floor of the hotel we’ll be staying at. Before we go to dinner, we check in and head up to our room. It’s a gorgeous suite with a large comfy-looking king-sized bed in the center.
“I think we should skip dinner and go straight to the dessert,” I say, eyeing the bed.
Landon chuckles, but shakes his head. “Not happening. It’s Valentine’s Day. We’re going to dinner.” He pulls me into his arms, and when I glance up, he kisses the tip of my nose. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Dinner is delicious and a lot of fun. The chef cooks all the food in front of everyone and puts on a pretty neat show. Landon and I flirt the entire time, feeding each other pieces of food. We’re at the table with a few other couples, but we pay no attention to anyone but each other.
After Landon pays the bill, we head back up to our room. Landon excuses himself to change, so I do the same. Since he’s in the bathroom, I change into my pajamas in the main room. He comes out a few minutes later, dressed in a white T-shirt that stretches across his muscular front and a pair of red sweatpants that hang low on his hips.
“Do you need to use the restroom?” he asks, seeing that I’ve changed.
“Yeah, I need to brush my teeth.”