27. Leah #3
He takes hold of my left hand, holding my gaze as he slides the wedding ring off my finger, tossing it aside.
“I think it’s best you don’t wear that, considering what I’m about to do to you,” he says.
I laugh, giddy with anticipation as he dips his head to mine again.
“You don’t know how hard it was yesterday, walking away from you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“It didn’t seem that way,” I push back, because he deserves to have to work for it a little, after abandoning me like that.
“Then I’ll just have to show you,” he says, dropping his lips to my neck, sucking lightly on the skin there, making me gasp.
I lean into him, trying to press as much of my body up against his as possible.
In response, he slides his hands beneath my ass and lifts me.
I am suddenly very grateful neither of us is wearing much as I shuck off my shoes and wrap my legs around him, aligning my body to feel the erection growing in his pants.
He spins me around, bringing me against the wall, and I revel in being pressed between it and his taut, muscled body.
It surprises me, how much I like it. Rather than feeling trapped or claustrophobic, being pinned against him makes me feel safe, protected.
It also just feels…really good. I let out a soft moan as I grind against him, offering some relief to the heat coiling between my legs.
I’ve watched him drag his fingers through his hair enough that I have a lot of fun doing it myself now, twisting my fingers into it to demand more of the kisses he hasn’t stopped giving me since our lips first touched minutes ago.
He holds me up with one arm, using the other to slide a hand across my shoulder, tugging down the strap of my nightgown and exposing my breast. A thrill runs through me at the noise he makes as he cups it in his hand, his palm massaging the sensitive flesh.
It’s a groan like a man taking the first bite of something delicious, something he’s promised himself to savor.
That groan courses through me, building on the exquisite tension inside me. My movements become more desperate, my hips bucking against him as I huff in frustration. As good as this is, it’s not enough. I want more of him. All of him.
He laughs against my lips. “Something wrong?” he asks, still managing to sound smug even though I can hear his own voice is strained with desire.
“There will be if we don’t get to that bed soon,” I say. “I mean, I’m not totally against the idea of getting fucked against this wall, but I think I’d prefer both your hands free for now.”
I don’t think it’s possible for his eyes to darken further, but they do. “Such a mouth on you,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again. “I like it. But also, you make an excellent point.”
He lifts me off the wall and backs us toward the bed, sitting down so my knees settle on either side of his hips. I inhale, very conscious of the full, hard length of his cock nestled between my thighs.
“You’re also far too coherent,” he says, dipping his mouth to my ear. “You shouldn’t have breath to do anything but moan and beg for more. I’ll have to do something about that.”
He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting it down and brushing his thumb against my mouth. I get the hint, parting my lips and wrapping them around his thumb, sucking on it. His own mouth goes a little slack, his eyes glazing for a moment.
I make a mental note of how much he enjoys the sight of my mouth wrapped around part of him.
That’s an idea worth exploring later. Then he draws up my nightgown and slips his hand beneath the fabric of my underwear, sliding his thumb against my clit, and thoughts of later drift off into the aether. All that matters is now. Right now.
My hands tighten around his shoulders, trying to ride the wave of blissful sensation as he teases that sensitive spot in light, skillful circles.
My head falls to rest against his chest so I can center myself.
I take the opportunity to kiss him there, then drag my tongue across his nipple, enjoying the way his hand breaks its rhythm a little when I do.
Pleasure licks its way across my core, and I know I’ll shatter apart soon like this.
But he’s still lying hard and untouched beneath me, and that won’t do.
We’ve spent too long bound to each other, blurring the lines between our bodies and minds, for us not to come together fully. I want him inside me in every way.
“Syrus,” I murmur, sliding my hand beneath me to stroke along his length.
I inhale sharply as his fingers spasm, sending a particularly intense bolt of pleasure through me and stealing my words.
I fight to regain them again. “I want…you,” is all I manage, but with my hand massaging his cock, he gets the message.
“Much better,” he grins, pleased he’s left me incoherent, even as his own voice hitches a little from my touch.
We make short work of what little clothing we’re wearing.
I pull my nightgown over my head, and he helps peel my soaked underwear from my hips with a murmur of appreciation.
But when I tug down the waistband of his pants, I have to stop a moment to admire him too.
His cock is thick and long and perfect, immediately filling my mind with a list of things I want to do with it.
Except Syrus is already pulling me back on top of him, easily lifting me into his lap so that the head of him brushes against my entrance. I bite my lip, anticipation shuddering through me. This is what I need more than anything—for us to let go together.
I hold his gaze as I rise up on my knees, guiding him into me with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder tightly. I exhale heavily at the delicious pressure as I take all of him inside me, stretching me until he brushes against that tantalizing spot deep inside, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Fuck, Leah,” he mumbles, his eyes a little glassy.
We rock there together for a moment until the tension becomes too much—the ache at my core demanding more.
I buck my hips, driving him even deeper into me.
With that one movement giving him permission, he’s unleashed, sliding his hands over my ass and helping me set a rhythm as he drives up into me.
He’s relentless, our panting breaths mingling with every thrust, setting my nerves alight as the head of his cock finds just the right angle inside me, hitting up against the bundle of nerves at my center, making pleasure shiver over every inch of me.
But as good as I feel, I want us to be somehow closer, completely entwined—inseparable in a way that goes beyond the body.
I want that feeling of him under my skin, shifting beneath the surface, at the same time as he fucks me.
I don’t care how messed up it makes me. There’s a hunger within me I know won’t be satisfied until he’s claimed me in every way he possibly can.
I take his face between my hands, kissing him.
“Possess me,” I murmur against his lips.
His eyes widen a fraction, and for a moment I’m afraid I’ve asked for something he won’t be willing to give.
“Are you sure?” he asks, stroking my hair out of my face.
“Yes,” I say, dragging my nails lightly along the base of his neck. “I want to feel you everywhere. I want you inside me in every way. Please.”
When he smiles, it’s like he’s set my heart alight. “Of course.”
And then a prickle runs up my neck as he slides into me.
Instantly, I throw my head back, releasing a sound I didn’t know I could make.
It’s almost unbearable—an onslaught of exquisite, sharp sensation rolling through me, ripping through my nerves, sending every one of them fizzing with energy.
I feel so full, like I’m about to burst, as Syrus moves inside me in every way—his cock thrusting into me, his presence rippling under my skin, his thoughts and feelings tangled with mine, pouring heat and desire and raw, unfettered pleasure into me.
“Sweet darkness,” he gasps into my mind, and I know he feels it too, our bodies overwhelmed with connection reverberating through us as we move together as one. It brings us both to the edge breathtakingly fast, and Syrus’s thigh muscles tense beneath me.
“Leah,” he growls in warning. He buries his face in my neck, clutching me tightly, and I feel him spilling inside me just as the wave of his ecstasy hits my mind. It pulls me right over the edge with him, breaking me into a million pieces as I come harder than I’ve ever done in my life.
We stay there for a long few minutes, riding the aftershocks of our orgasms, as every brush of skin against skin sets us tingling again.
Eventually, I collapse into Syrus’s arms, boneless and weightless as we settle onto the mattress together. I’m nothing but a vessel of warm, sated delight, purring when Syrus wraps himself around me and presses a kiss against my shoulder.
“You are incredible,” he murmurs as his presence starts to retreat from my mind and body.
“Wait,” I call quickly to him. “Don’t leave yet.”
His eyes search out mine, soft but questioning.
“Will you stay with me, until I fall asleep?” I say. I don’t want to feel emptiness tonight, not after feeling so full of him. Somehow everything has shifted, and it feels right, having his presence there inside me.
He smiles as his consciousness settles into me again. “Of course.”