9. Chapter 9 - Leo #2
I push her back onto the bed, covering her body with mine. The bathrobe falls open, revealing her naked form beneath me. I break the kiss to look at her, taking in every curve, and every inch of her smooth olive skin.
"You're fucking perfect," I murmur, lowering my head to trail kisses down her neck.
She arches beneath me, her hands tugging at my shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes."
I sit back on my heels to pull my shirt over my head. Dahlia's eyes widen as she takes in my bare chest covered in scars from years on the job.
"Do you like what you see?" I ask, watching her gaze move across my body.
"I do," she admits, reaching up to trace a long scar that runs along my ribs. "How'd you get this one?"
"Knife fight. The guy didn't want to go to jail."
Her fingers trail down to another mark near my hip. "And this?"
"Bullet. I caught it during a raid."
"You're like a walking battle map," she murmurs.
I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips. "And you're changing the subject."
"Am I?" She smiles at me, her bathrobe fully open now, revealing her gorgeous body. "What subject were we on again?"
"This one," I say, lowering my head to kiss the curve of her breast.
She gasps, her back arching off the bed. "Oh, that subject."
I take my time, exploring her skin with my lips and tongue. I move to her nipple, drawing it into my mouth and sucking gently.
"Fuck," she breathes, her fingers threading through my hair.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump beneath my touch.
"You're teasing me," she accuses, squirming
"I'm savoring you," I look up to meet her eyes. "Is that a problem?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." She lets out a frustrated laugh. "My brain isn't working right now."
"Good," I murmur against her skin. "Stop thinking for once."
I continue my journey down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bones. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her for permission.
"Please," she whispers.
I part her legs wider and settle between them, my hands gripping her thighs. I smell the sweet, musky aroma that's been driving me crazy since I met her. I lower my head and lick a long, slow stripe through her folds.
She cries out and bucks her hips against my face. I hold her down firmly, using my strength to keep her still as I explore her with my tongue.
"Oh god," she moans, her head thrashing on the pillow. "That feels amazing."
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud before sucking it gently between my lips. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and her hands fist in the sheets.
"More," she demands. "I need more."
I slide one finger inside her, then two, and curl them.
"You're so wet," I growl against her. "So, fucking wet for me."
"Yes," she agrees breathlessly. "Only for you."
Those words send a surge of possessiveness through me. I double my efforts, working her with my mouth and fingers until she's right on the edge.
"Cum," I command. "Cum for me, Dahlia."
"Leo… Leo." She chants as she falls apart beautifully.
I crawl back up her body, until we are face to face. Her eyes are half-closed, and her cheeks flushed.
"You're beautiful when you come," I tell her, brushing a curl from her forehead.
She laughs softly. "You're pretty good at making that happen."
"I try." I lean down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
Her hands move to my belt, fumbling with the buckle. "Remove your clothes," she says against my mouth.
I stand to remove my jeans and boxers. Her eyes widen when my cock leaps free, hard and ready.
"Impressive," she murmurs, sitting up on the bed.
"I'm glad you approve," I say, rejoining her on the mattress.
She pushes me onto my back, straddling my thighs. "It's my turn to explore."
Her hands roam my chest, tracing each scar with gentle fingers. When she leans down to follow the path with her lips, I groan, my cock twitching against my stomach.
"Patience,"
"Easy for you to say,"
She works her way down my body, taking her time just as I did with her. When her hand wraps around my length, I hiss through my teeth at the sensation.
"Is this, okay?" she asks, stroking me slowly.
"More than okay," I manage, fighting the urge to thrust into her grip.
She smiles, lowering her head to place a kiss on the tip. My hands fist in the sheets as she takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck, Dahlia," I groan, watching as she takes me deeper.
She hums around me, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine. Her hand works what doesn't fit in her mouth, creating a perfect rhythm that has me on the edge embarrassingly quickly.
I touch her cheek, stopping her before it's too late. "Wait," I pant. "I want to be inside you."
She releases me with a pop, wiping her mouth as she crawls back up my body. "How do you want me?"
"Just like this," I say, guiding her to straddle my hips. "I want to watch you ride me."
She positions herself above me, then pauses. "Wait, do you have protection?"
I reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom. She takes it from me, tearing the package open with her teeth, a sight that nearly makes me lose it right there.
She rolls it onto me, then lifts herself up, guiding me to her entrance. Our eyes lock as she slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch until I'm fully seated inside her.
"Oh," she breathes, adjusting to my size. "You fit me so well."
I grip her hips, to help her move. "You're perfect," I tell her, watching as she moves above me. "So, fucking perfect."
She braces her hands on my chest, lifting and lowering herself. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and her head is thrown back in pleasure as she fucks me.
She rides me harder, chasing her release. I feel her walls start to flutter around me, signaling she's close.
"Come with me," she pants, her movements growing erratic.
I thrust up to meet her, hitting deeper inside her. The new angle has her crying out.
"Leo!" she screams as she comes, her body clenching around me like a vise.
The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the tight grip of her body, sends me over the edge. I thrust up one last time, emptying myself inside her with a roar.
She collapses onto my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we come down from the high.
We lie there in silence, and I trace lazy patterns on her back. Her breathing evens out, and I think she might be falling asleep.
"Leo?" she murmurs against my chest.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
I frown slightly, confused. "For what?"
She props herself up to look at me. "For making me feel like myself again."