Chapter 11 #3
His cock is thick and ridged, it curves against his stomach, and it’s just … What am I going to do with that!? I gulp. “I’m not sure I can handle that.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He smiles. “I’ll make sure it fits perfectly.
” He uses his grip on my hand to lead it down to his cock, wrapping my fingers around his length.
He shows me how to stroke him from base to head.
Demonstrates the speed he likes and how hard to grip him.
Once I get into the groove, he removes his hand from mine and lets me continue on my own.
I can’t get over how smooth he is, like silk wrapped around stone. Why is that such a turn-on?
“Like that?” I ask, finding my own rhythm, exploring the underside of his velvety hard length.
Leo’s moan in my ear is one of strangled pleasure. “Ease off or I’m gonna come all over you. And while that’s in the cards, I want to fuck you first.” He removes my hand and fists his cock, swiping his thumb over the moisture on his tip, and then brings it up to my mouth.
“Open,” he commands, and I do as he says. I wasn’t sure I’d like the taste but knowing that it’s Leo’s essence is the ultimate turn-on. He stares at my mouth as his distinctive salty flavor lingers on my tongue.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, dark eyes boring into mine.
I nod. My mother made sure of it. She has a real hang-up with the idea of me getting pregnant before marriage.
“I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom.
Ever. But I don’t want a barrier with you.
I need to feel your bare pussy squeezing me. ”
My thighs clench, his dirty talk is beyond arousing. And then I say something I didn’t realize I wanted until the words are out of my mouth. “I want to watch. I want to see you take me.”
His pupils dilate, and a visible shiver courses through him. He’s still for what seems like an eternity. Then a wolfish smile grows on his perfect lips. “You dirty, dirty girl. I had no idea you were capable of being such a vixen. But now that I know, I’m going to take full advantage.”
Just like that, he has my hands restrained behind my back in his grip, as he leads me to his bed. It’s big with crisp gray sheets and smells like Leo, a spicy scent I can’t put my finger on, but I’m sure if I found a way to bottle it I could sell it to horny ladies everywhere. Men too.
He sits on the edge of his bed and positions me on his lap facing outward towards a large mirror affixed to the door of his closet.
His hulking body cradles mine, my back to his chest, his arms wrapped around my middle.
He positions his legs between mine, so my inner thighs are draped over his firm outer thighs.
When I look up into the mirror, I’m spread wide, completely exposed to his reverent gaze.
“This is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever set my eyes on. Stunning.”
My face flushes as he rubs my clit in slow, sure circles. Fighting to keep my eyes from rolling up in my head, I begin to squirm in his lap. “Leo, it’s too much, I can’t—”
“You can,” he commands, though he must take pity on me, because his fingers abandon my clit, and drop lower to my entrance.
As I watch, my legs spread out as wide as they’ll go, he feeds me one of his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he bites out, his big frame shuddering against my back. “Let’s see if you can take two.”
Both of our eyes are glued on the mirror, entranced, as his fingers enter me again. The stretch is unmistakable, it comes with a sharp bite of pain, but as soon as Leo’s thumb swipes up over my clit, the pain morphs into something softer, something that spurs a wave of desire within me.
“Leo.” I squirm on his lap, our sweaty bodies now glued together. “I’m ready.”
He kisses my shoulder and adds a third finger, and oh god, the burn is real, but so is my arousal, rippling through my veins.
“You’re ready,” he confirms, nearly panting.
“Watch closely” is his last instruction before his hands hook under each of my arms, raising me up a few inches before lowering me.
I gasp as the tip of his cock lines up perfectly with my wet, swollen flesh.
“This might hurt.” My back flush against his chest, he slides one arm around my waist and then flexes his hips, pushing inside of me.
I cry out because there is pain, but it’s tempered by the view of us joining together. He hisses, “Aly, talk to me.”
But words are beyond me right now. The feel of Leo inside me is sharp and deep.
It’s too much and yet not enough. And having a front-row view of him filling me sends my head spinning.
Leo looks even bigger in this position, not fully seated inside of me.
Holding still, his labored breaths fill my ear.
“I’m good, really good,” I somehow manage to say.
The bite of pain between my legs has softened into a feeling of being stretched, of being full of Leo, and even though I can see the smear of red on Leo’s cock, with every flick of my clit, I’m floating, the pleasure winning out over any other sensation.
“Thank fuck,” he chokes before slamming me back down on his cock, impaling me fully. “Touch yourself.”
I reach down and strum my clit, mesmerized by the view in the mirror of Leo buried inside me, his left hand squeezing my right breast, his other hand grasping my knee, holding on like it’s the only thing stopping him from floating up into space.
“This is so fucking hot,” he groans, transfixed by the sight of us joined.
“You’re doing so good, Aly. Taking me so fucking good.
I’m going to flood your tight little pussy with my cum.
” His words of praise coupled with the way he’s thrusting up into me is all that’s needed to drag me to the point of no return.
A moan slips past my lips as I start to quiver, his hand tracing a path down my body.
Heat touches the hollow of my neck as he whispers against my flushed skin, “Come for me, butterfly.”
Leo’s hand replaces my own, circling my clit with a deftness that my fingers don’t possess.
Swirl, swirl, flick, rub … I can’t begin to catalog exactly what he’s doing, I just know that as he thrusts upward, I have to close my eyes, and give in as waves of sensation escalate.
My back arches as my climax hits, and I cry out.
“Look at me as I fill you,” Leo commands. Heat pools low in my belly at the sight that meets me. He looks so big behind me, so dominant, as he pulls my hair to the side, panting against my skin before I feel him release himself inside of me. I’m desperate for all he has to give me.
Once the waves subside, I sink back against him, my body loose, exhaustion creeping into my bones. I can’t help but wince as he gently lifts me off his cock but leaves me in his lap, legs wide.
“Are you sore?” he murmurs, his sturdy arms cradling me from behind.
It’s pretty obvious, so I don’t bother trying to sugarcoat it. “Yes.”
“Good.” His eyes flash with something hot and possessive. “Look at what a mess we made.” He swipes between my legs, showing me his cum mixed with my virgin blood. I don’t know if I should be mortified or turned-on. Could it be possible to be a bit of both?
“I bled all over you,” I say, attempting to close my legs, but his hands are in the way, holding me wide open.
“Don’t you dare get embarrassed by what you just gave me.” He gently swivels my face towards him, so our lips are practically touching. “Thank you, Aly. That was incredible.” Fuck. He’s not wrong. “I’m going to take care of you now,” he promises, lifting me up into his arms.
Despite my earlier bluster, what we shared was super intense and I’m feeling vulnerable right now. But Leo doesn’t allow me to spiral. He kisses my head, cradling me to his chest like I’m precious, before he lowers me onto his bed. “Rest, I’ll be right back.”
As I close my eyes, he disappears into the bathroom, and the sound of running water fills the room.
Moments later, he’s back with a glass of water, aspirin, and a warm wet cloth that he gently applies between my legs.
I hiss. Without the racing hormones to distract me, fire erupts between my thighs.
Leo whispers comforting words in my ears, telling me the heat will soothe the bite of pain, which it eventually does. Moments later, he’s lying beside me, and I’m gathered into his arms. “Did you enjoy your first lesson, butterfly?”
“Yes,” I admit, smiling in the dark. And then I have to ask. “Why, butterfly? Where did that name come from?”
“Because you’ve reinvented yourself. Emerged from your chrysalis a whole new woman. The old Aly wouldn’t have asked me for sex lessons. But this new creature, she’s something else.” He nuzzles into my neck, sending shivers coasting down my spine.
“I like that,” I admit, my eyes feeling heavy. “Can we do this again?”
His laugh is a low rumble in my ear. “Yeah, that can be arranged.”
Lulled by his heartbeat under my ear, I drift towards sleep. His fingers threading with mine is the last thing I’m aware of before I go under.