Chapter 26
She had no intention of letting him end it at just kissing again.
Two years she’d been hot for him, and tonight she would sleep with him, for real. She was done being a victim. She was a survivor, a woman who went after what she wanted.
She nipped at the corner of his mouth, then pressed small kisses as she traced the outline of his lips. He growled when she kept evading the soft flesh, instead giving his stubble all the love.
Running her hands through his hair, she groaned when he wrapped his own arms around her and pulled her closer. Now they were snug, their cores rubbing into each other, enough that she could feel his bulge against her need.
Molly kissed the tip of Leo’s nose and pulled away. He growled in frustration, which turned into a moan when she rubbed against his cock. Fuck, Molly.
Like that, do you? She ran her hands down his T-shirt, until they were close to his trousers’ waistband. She toyed with the button. Should I open this?
Molly, came his strangled reply. His own hands found their way below her back and were cupping her arse.
Molly stroked the button of his waistband before trailing her fingers upwards. She splayed her hands out on the skin of his stomach.
Fuck, the man had abs with the right ridges and bulges. The sort she’d only seen on a screen or in an advert and sworn those were Photoshopped. She rubbed along his toned torso down to that teasing line of hair that disappeared into his waistline.
Leo, you’re so, so sexy. His shirt was up, all the way to his chest. His member twitched against her, and she groaned.
He wasn’t moving. He just sat there, gripping her like he was trying his best not to overpower her. No, she hadn’t made him lose control yet. She rubbed herself against him again.
This time he threw his head back, his fingers digging into her arse. Fuck, Molly. I can’t—
I want this now. Tonight. Don’t you?
He met her gaze, and the hunger in his dark eyes sent a tremor running through her body. I want nothing more. But I don’t want you to regret it later.
Molly leaned in and kissed him. Me too. Want more, now. Rubbing her chest against his exposed skin, she pressed her mound further into his bulge. And there will be no room for regrets.
Leo lost it.
He kissed her, ravishing her lips like a starved man. One hand cupped the back of her head to hold her in place for his unyielding lips, and the other travelled up her shirt until he cupped her breast.
She whimpered into his mouth, her aching core demanding release.
He let go of her, as if he’d heard her thought, then those hands grabbed the elastic of her yoga pants. Fuck. Molly, are you sure? You can say no. Anytime you want.
She paused, a wicked smirk overtaking her. No hard feelings? She rubbed herself on him again.
Fuck! His fingers splayed out on her waist, holding onto her like he might spiral into madness without her. Any… anything you need.
She gripped her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, now straddling him in just her sports bra. It was thick and padded, meant for strenuous sports. And an E-cup like hers needed the support.
Leo groaned, then dropped his head, right between her breasts.
He kissed at the soft skin there, licking the stretch marks and veins, as his hands found the top of her yoga pants.
In one fell swoop, he pulled them down, taking her knickers with them.
Leo let the material bunch up around her knees, as if he couldn’t wait any longer to touch her.
He cupped her, his palm rubbing against her mound, fingers teasing her clit.
Molly threw her head back, thrusting her breasts into his face as she buckled. Shite, Leo!
She felt his lips form a grin against over her skin. You’re wet, so damn wet, baby. That was all the warning she got before he thrust a finger into her.
Molly’s hands found her way back to his hair, gripping him, pulling him closer still. She felt his other hand travel up her back, smooth over her skin, and tangle over her bra’s clasp. He pulled the two sides, so tight the bra’s cups tightened around her.
His other hand massaged her wet folds, dipping in and out of her, slathering her wetness all over her.
Leo growled when her bra’s clasp didn’t give. Molly chuckled. It’s a sports, it’s meant to hold.
Take it the fuck off then. He accentuated that order with a nip to the top of her left breast. I want to see you again.
She obeyed, and the moment the cool air touched her nipples, he pounced.
His lips covered her areolas and sucked them, hard.
The pressure caused her to moan and thrust, directly into his fingers.
He worked her, adding another finger, thrusting inside her, even as his lips did wonders on her breasts.
Oh shit. This was too much, and it had been too long.
Leo, I’m going to— fuck!
He increased his pace and the pressure. Let go, baby. Let me feel you coming all over my fingers.
Then he somehow found the ability to ground pressure against her clit.
That was her undoing. She burst into a million pieces, as if she’d been in space and was now tumbling towards earth.
Leo gripped her arse and lifted her up on her knees. She opened her eyes to see him gritting his teeth and pulling his zipper down.
Oh hell yes! She made room for him to pull his trousers and knickers down. Holy fuck, you’re huge.
He looked up, his face flushed, and gave her a cute smile.
Molly reached down and stroked him. Fuck, he was hot and hard. And so fucking ready for her.
Leo once more gripped her hips and guided her to him. Take. Your. Time.
He barely got the words out. Giving up control was hard for him—it was clear, in his taut muscles, his braced body and in his words—yet he wanted her to lead the way.
Aye, this man made her wild with the smallest of gestures. Wild enough that despite the world-shattering orgasm he’d given her moments before, her pussy hungered for his cock.
Leo began rubbing his hands over her. Up and down her back, squeezing her arse, then up and playing with her tits. He reached up and kissed her. You’re so fucking hot.
She guided him to her and sank down on him. Feeling a penis inside of her after so many years, one where the man could cherish her like Leo did, it felt incredible, freeing, powerful. Molly groaned. Oh my—
Leo trailed kisses down her neck, her breasts, fondled her body, rubbed up her thighs, then settled one hand on her waist and the other at her mound, massaging.
Molly moved, rolling her hips and taking him in. His thrusts were gentle, slow, but the more he teased her clit, the more she needed him. Their rhythm ratcheted up, their bodies needing more. Oh God, Leo, I think I’m— I need—
He understood what she needed. So he held her and guided her up and down his length, setting the pace, but also giving her space to take back control.
Somehow that was the sexiest thing ever, and ironically in having all the control, she lost control over herself. Oh shite! Oh! The orgasm once more slammed into her, like dropping her from a tall building.
Leo growled, turning so her back rested on the sofa. Then, as her body climaxed, he pounded into her so hard, the sofa shook. He gripped her, holding her hips in place.
She reached up and took the opportunity to tug at his nipples, then reached for his balls.
That did it. He lost any semblance of restraint, and his pace increased, if that was even possible.
She watched all those muscles, all that corded strength, gravitating towards her again and again with a feral need.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Come for me, baby. Let’s do this together.
The moment another orgasm hit her, he threw his own head back. She clenched around him, and he burst inside her.
Oh fu—Oh gosh, Leo.
Fuck, Molly. He fell forward, his body covering hers. Tremors still wracked them, their huffs clouding together as they stared at each other.
Molly smiled. Wow.
He reached down and kissed her. Wow indeed.
She hugged him to her. Two years in the making. Did not disappoint.
Leo laughed. Is that a Tripadvisor review?
Molly giggled. Aye, for the best attraction in all of Glasgow.
Didn’t disappoint, huh? He nipped at her collarbone. Guess I need to work harder then. I want a glowing review. And next time, let’s try the bedroom.