20. Leo
Chapter twenty
Leo
A dvancing up the front steps, my eyes graze the area for any sight of Eli but come up empty. Unease fills me. Something feels off.
It’s not until I reach the door that I find a note taped to the stained glass.
What the fuck is this? A note from Le Diable? Fury sweeps over me as my fingers rip the paper from the door, hastily tearing it open. My eyes scan the paper, and my breathing becomes more manageable as my body relaxes at the sight of the familiar handwriting.
Meet me at our spot.
-Your firefly
My lips curve up as I turn around, promptly walk down the steps, and swing a leg over the seat of my bike. Feeling like a predator on a chase to catch his prey, I lower my body closer to the handlebars and accelerate, zipping through the estate, until I come upon a familiar black SUV with Eli sitting in the driver’s seat.
After catching my eye, he gives me a salute and a smirk as he drives away. I park my bike and eagerly take my first step down the hill, not stopping until I see her.
My firefly.
“You’re here.” Her smile grows, her whole demeanor radiating like there’s a goddamn halo around her.
And knowing her, there probably is.
Fuck, I really don’t deserve her.
But I’m a selfish man, and I will never give her up.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks tinting a shade of pink. She’s wearing a loose, short pink dress that sways in the breeze, and my heart tightens at the sight. Not only because of how beautiful she looks but also because the dress symbolizes how safe she feels with me.
And it does something to me.
My eyes wander over the space. She’s standing in the center of a thick blanket beside a tree with pillows on one end, a bottle of champagne chilling on the other, and the full moon above us casts an ambient glow over everything.
“Was this a bad idea?” she asks softly.
“No.” I adamantly shake my head.
Her forehead furrows. “Then why won’t you come closer?”
“Because I’m too goddamn scared that I’ll take one step toward you and wake up from my dream.”
She smiles. “You’re not dreaming.”
“I don’t deserve you, Scarlett.” I stand my ground, not wanting to spook her by moving closer. “You’re everything good in this world. You’re…” My source of light in the dark. You always have been. “Too good for me.” I rake my fingers through my hair, a tremble taking over me. “But you have no idea how much I want you. How badly I want to worship every perfect inch of your body as it was always meant to be worshiped.” I let out a harsh breath. “I need you, wife. I’ve needed you every day for the last seven years. And I don’t think I can wait one more goddamn second for you.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her smile turning seductive. Looking at me under her long lashes, she says, “Then why don’t you come here and take me.”
I don’t stop to think. I won’t wait for another confirmation. I don’t even fucking breathe. I just move. I stride toward her, grasping her in my arms as our lips collide. She melts under my touch, molding against my body, her fingers clutching my shirt. Her lips part for me as my tongue slips inside, tasting and exploring.
Slowly, we both kneel on the blanket, intertwined with one another. My hands cup her face, my thumbs tenderly stroking her skin. She winds her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. Her breasts press against my chest, her hardened nipples rubbing against me. I curl an arm around her waist and carefully guide her body to the blanket beneath mine.
Her legs encircle my torso, binding me to her. Warmth shoots through me when she lifts her hips, pressing her pussy against my hardened cock.
Suddenly, she pauses, pulling back from our kiss, panting as she peers up at me with her sapphire eyes.
I push her hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes blink a few times, her face softening as she reaches up and places the palm of her hand on my face. I turn into it, pressing a kiss to her skin. “I’ve never been better.” She leans up, capturing my lips with hers. “I want this. I want you.”
An animalistic need takes over me.
My wife needs me.
And I’m about to officially make her mine. Again.
My fingers skim down her thighs, not stopping until they find the hem of her dress. I scrunch the fabric in my hand, pulling it higher, past her hips and over her waist. She lifts her ass as I drag the fabric over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black lace bra with matching underwear.
“Goddamn,” I breathe, holding myself up on an elbow, admiring her. “You’re so perfect.” I ghost my lips across her collarbone and then over the swell of her breasts. The pads of my fingers skim down her stomach, circling her belly button, and then venture lower until I hit the edge of the lace. A breath escapes her as my eyes glimpse up, catching hers. All I need to see is the little nod she gives me before I tear the fabric to shreds with an unrestrained desire, leaving her pussy bare.
And fuck is it a sight I never want to forget.
My hands slide between the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs open for me. A sinfully sweet flush embraces her body, and her arousal is evident. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her mound, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My fingers slip between her slit, finding her soaking wet for me. My cock hardens almost painfully. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
A soft moan floats through her luscious lips as two of my fingers glide back and forth, swirling over her entrance and dipping slightly inside.
“More,” she pants.
Circling my thumb over her clit, I apply just the right amount of pressure to distract her as I slide my fingers all the way inside. I can feel her tighten around me and watch as her fingers grip the blanket, her back slightly arching. Her legs widen, seeking more from me. I press a hungry kiss to her lips, greedily taking everything she’ll give me. Pulling back, I hover over her as I continue to thrust in and out, watching her face for any indication that this might be too much for her. But it’s not. She’s relishing in her pleasure.
And I feel like a goddamn caveman as I watch my woman beneath me get closer and closer to ecstasy.
My lips land on her neck, trailing down to her breasts, her nipples peeking out the edge of her bra cups. I push down the fabric and suck on one, latching onto it. She writhes in pleasure, and with each nip I take, I feel her pussy arousal pool around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so fucking good. You’re so close. I can feel it.”
My thrusts become faster, her breaths quicker.
“Oh God. I’m going… I’m going to…”
I rub my thumb over her clit, providing a vibration as I move it swiftly back and forth. “Come for me, Scarlett.”
She shatters. Her raw beauty captures me in a trance, and everything around me blurs except her. Her eyes pinch closed, her cheeks stain pink, her lips part wide, a silent scream trying to escape. Her body heaves and thrashes before finally collapsing onto the blanket beneath her.
I gently remove my fingers, licking each one clean, savoring her taste as if she were my personal aphrodisiac.
My knuckles stroke the side of her face. “You did so well, Firefly.” Pressing my lips to hers, she lets out a content sigh, stretching her body like a cat just waking. She sits up, her disheveled hair falling over her shoulders.
She truly is a sight to behold.
Her fingers reach for the hem of my black T-shirt. I lift my arms in the air and wait as she pulls it up and over my head, tossing it beside us. Her eyes run over my chest, staring at the firefly over my heart.
Slowly, she leans forward, pressing her soft lips to my skin. “Make me yours,” she breathes, peering up at me.
I hook a finger under her chin, tilting her head so our eyes meet. “You’re sure?”
“I’m ready,” she says steadily. “I want to be yours again. Only yours.” There’s not a drop of fear or hesitation in her voice. No uncertainty in this moment between us. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She watches as I unzip my jeans and yank them, along with my briefs, off my legs. Her eyes widen, not in fear but in appreciation. And more importantly, in lust.
Leaning my back against the tree, I stretch my legs in front of me. “Come here.”
She eagerly crawls her way over to me until she’s sitting on my thighs, my cock jutting out and rubbing her stomach. I reach around her, unhooking her bra, and watch in awe as the straps slowly fall down her arms, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. I cup them both, my thumbs circling her nipples, and she moans, grinding her wet pussy against me.
“Ride me, baby.”
Her eyes blink. “I… I’ve never… I don’t know what to do.” A hint of defeat crosses over her features, which won’t do.
“Yes, you do.” I grip her hips, helping her get into position. “I want you in control tonight. This is a big moment. You’re offering me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter, and I am forever grateful. But I want you to listen to what your body wants tonight. To what you need. If you want to go faster, I’ll match your pace. If you want to stop, we’ll stop.” I sweep her hair off her shoulder, placing a kiss on her soft skin. “We have a lifetime together. Endless nights to make up for. Ones I can’t wait to take the lead on.” I wink, and she looks down, a flush creeping up her cheeks. “But tonight is your night, baby.”
I know she meant it when she said she was ready for tonight. But I don’t want to rush headfirst into this, destroying all the progress she’s made. So, by having her on top, riding me, I’m giving her the reins to control everything about this. The pace. The speed. The intensity. She’s the driver. The one with the power to accelerate or stop.
She grips my shoulders as she sits up and adjusts her hips, aligning her entrance with my cock. Slowly, she lowers herself. My tip nudges inside her, and fucking hell, this is better than I remember.
She’s so tight.
So wet.
So goddamn perfect.
Her fingers clamp down as she reaches my shaft. A loud moan leaves her as her eyes pinch shit, her lips parting. I can see both pain and pleasure mixed in her features, so I caress my hands over her back in soothing circles.
Her ass grazes my balls, and I let out a guttural groan.
She stills. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, laughing. “No, baby. You didn’t hurt me. It just feels so fucking good being inside you again.”
She blushes. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”
“Don’t apologize for that.” Pushing back her hair, I say, “I would have waited forever if you needed me to.”
“I know. That’s why I couldn’t wait anymore.”
Her eyes bore into mine, shining brightly under the starlight. Pleasure erupts around my cock as she begins to rock her hips up and down, finding a rhythm she’s comfortable with. A speed she can control. I hold her tightly, letting my eyes wander over her, cherishing every second of this moment, but above all, treasuring the woman in my arms who seems so free, owning her body.
Tilting my head down, I nuzzle my lips in the valley between her breasts and lick my way over to her nipple. I suck hard, listening to the whimpers and gasps that escape her. Her nails drag down my shoulders, her thighs tensing. She’s on the verge of her orgasm. I can feel it.
“Leo… I need more,” she pleads.
Bringing my hands back to her hips, I grip her and start moving her faster and harder, giving her what her body needs. Her head rolls back as she moans out in pleasure.
“Ohhh… Yes! Just like that…”
Her chest flushes as her thighs begin to tremble. Suddenly she clings to me, holding on tightly as she unravels in my arms, burying her head in the crook of my neck, releasing a scream. I keep thrusting inside her, so close to my peak of pleasure. A moment later, a groan escapes me as my balls tighten almost painfully, and then, finally, I fill her up with my warmth.
We both hold on to each other as if we are one and at this moment, that’s exactly how I feel.
I burrow my nose into her hair, inhaling her familiar jasmine scent. “Are you okay?” I press my lips to the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beat wildly.
She nods against me. Her body slowly relaxes in my arms, and I reach for one of the blankets nearby, wrapping it around her. She softens against my chest, placing her palm over my heart. “Don’t let go of me.”
My arms tighten around her, and my lips find the top of her head. “I never will.”