Chapter 13 #2
Shit. Am I really going to do this?
But with the way my clit is pulsing and the wetness that has pooled at my entrance, I don’t think my body is giving me a choice. I’ve never gone from cold fear to burning need so damn quickly, and I take that as a good sign.
Leo lies back and centers himself on the bed, his expression filled with wonder.
“This doesn’t change anything between us,” I warn him. “And neither does that kiss in Lipari.”
“Just ride my face, butterfly. That’s all you need to think about right now.”
I rise to my knees, peeling my sleep camisole up over my body, and wiggling out of my sleep shorts. Leo’s gaze is lit like fire, glued to me the whole time.
“Fuck, Aly, you’re even more beautiful than I remember. You are fucking perfect, a goddess.” Electric sparks scatter across my nerves, igniting them. I teeter on the edge, craving his words of praise and worrying that I won’t ever be able to recover from them. “Now let me eat you,” he growls.
But I want to savor this moment, get him as worked up for me as I am for him.
Straddling him, I tilt my hips, rubbing against his clothed erection until my clit throbs and my nipples are hard as cut glass, scraping against the smattering of dark hair on his chest. Beneath me, Leo’s muscles quiver, and his eyes snap shut, a needy groan leaving his lips.
I like him like this. Desperate, wanting, a beast fighting to be released from his cage. I’m just as affected, but I know if I keep this up, I’ll be begging him to throw me down and fuck me into the mattress.
Which sounds like heaven, but the few brain cells I have that are still firing remind me his cock needs to stay out of the equation. Because Leo’s dick is a thing of beauty. And I don’t say that lightly. It’s big, thick, ridged, and more than that, he knows exactly what to do with it.
“Aly,” he gasps. Sweat beads on his forehead, and arousal darkens his gaze. “Either impale yourself on my cock or impale yourself on my tongue, but you’re going to need to pick one. Now.”
Without further discussion, Leo seizes my hips and hauls me so I’m straddling his face.
Then he gets to work. My brain barely has time to catch up before his two thumbs spread my lips wide, and his tongue delves into my folds.
Holy hell. That tongue. It possesses magic, always has and apparently nothing has changed.
“I need more,” he demands, roughly hammering my hips down so my pussy is smothering his face. His overnight stubble provides the perfect friction between my legs.
My back arches in delight. “You’re still really, really good at this.”
“And you still taste like fucking heaven.” He reaches up to cover my breasts with his big hands, finger pinching my sensitive nipples. “Grind on me, baby. Drench me in your cum.”
He rocks me forward on his face, and then his tongue is inside me, deep, fucking me like his cock would.
Tasting me. Sucking and licking around the sensitive flesh, making me whimper because the feel of him beneath me couldn’t be more perfect.
It’s so good it hurts. My cunt is swollen and needy, desperate for release.
Always so in tune with my body, Leo must sense I’m ready to go off, and just like that, he sucks my clit between his lips.
Hard. It’s too much. I grab at his hair, pulling his dark strands as my thighs tremble around his head, but I don’t want to lower my full weight onto him. It would be too— Smack!
“Leo!” I cry out. The sharp sting of his hand on my ass still burns. “What was that for?”
“Stop holding back. Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face.”
“I am!” I scream.
“Like this!” With two hands grabbing each ass cheek, he slams me down so hard I lose my bearings and fall onto his face.
I squirm in delight as he eats me like a man possessed, and it feels like seconds before my climax overwhelms me. Stars scatter across my vision as I float somewhere high above. I’m not entirely sure if Leo can breathe under me, but he doesn’t push me off.
Instead, he offers gentle licks, and finally, when I give him some room, whispers of praise. “So incredibly beautiful,” he says, his voice a soft murmur against my skin.
I still feel too good, floating on the high that only a delicious orgasm can offer. The best orgasm I’ve had in … oh, seven years.
Once my thighs stop shaking and I regain control over my limbs, he releases me. Boneless, I tumble over to my side, still stunned by what just took place.
My gaze is drawn to the ring on my finger. Forget the orgasm—how on earth did tonight end with me wearing his ring? I quickly correct myself: his pretend ring, one for appearances’ sake only. Yet, in this moment, its weight on my finger feels incredibly real, as does its significance.
Beside me, Leo’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. He sweeps his tongue leisurely across his lips, his eyes closing as he savors the last traces of me.
My eyes drift lower to see his hard-on straining against his shorts. Whoa. I doubt he could walk comfortably without some relief. But I can’t be the one to provide that.
Coming all over his face tonight was a reminder I certainly did not need.
The mistake of allowing him into my bed is magnified tenfold now that the orgasmic glow has faded.
Because every man that came after Leo paled in comparison.
He was my first, but he’s also the only man to ever make me come. Many have tried, and all have failed.
I can’t bear the thought of making small talk with him, so I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.
Maybe he’ll go away and leave me to my stewing thoughts.
But he doesn’t go anywhere, just runs an exploratory finger up and down my arm that causes a sweet ache in my chest and the world to fade to nothing but his touch.
I open my eyes a crack and catch him staring at me like he is cataloging each of my features, committing them to memory.
Maybe he knows that this is a one-time deal, that I won’t make the same mistake twice.
Even if the sex was incredible, us hooking up is definitely a mistake.
Turning my back to Leo, I silently dismiss him, but he doesn’t seem to care.
His arm, firm and strong, wraps around me as he spoons me from behind.
I could just tell him to leave but … Maybe I can just enjoy this feeling for a little while longer.
But seconds turn into minutes, and I can’t find it in me to move.
Somehow, the warmth radiating from his body, his familiar scent, the power of my release—together, they act as a potent drug, and it’s not long before I’m drifting to sleep.
Moments before I go under, I’m vaguely aware of a kiss on my forehead. A hand brushing down my cheek. And then his voice whispers in my ear, “You’re still the only one. Always have been, always will be.”