Chapter 18 #2
Oh no. No, he didn’t. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You heard that? That was … was not for your ears.”
He chuckles, and I feel it rumble in his chest. The chest I’m still pressed against. “I was passing by your door. It was impossible not to hear you.” Suddenly, the cave is plunged into darkness as Leo switches off his flashlight.
I feel his warm breath on my cheek, his hard body aligned with mine.
“And guess what, butterfly. I fucked my hand just as desperately as you fucked your pussy. And I made sure to come with you. For old times’ sake. ”
I’m breathless while my pulse pounds in my ears, my nipples hard as a blade, as he holds my waist. I’m one part shocked but also turned-on beyond reason.
I’m not even sure how to respond, but Leo doesn’t miss a beat.
“Tell me, Aly, did you picture me plundering that perfect cunt? Filling you up, making you feel so good. Making you explode all over my hard cock.”
With the darkness as my cloak, I’m about to admit to everything. I did come fantasizing about him taking me roughly. Multiple times. I always come thinking about him, Bob might as well have Leo written down its side.
But before I can say all of this, he drags me two steps forward, and with one click, his flashlight illuminates the ceiling of the cave to reveal crystal-like icicle formations hanging everywhere.
My mind scrambles to catch up. “What the …?” I gasp.
It’s magical, and I reach out to touch one of them, feeling the smooth, cold surface under my fingers.
“Stalactites,” Leo says. “Mineral deposits formed over thousands, even millions of years.”
“Beautiful,” I breathe.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he purrs. But Leo isn’t looking up, he’s looking at me. His face is inches from my own, his eyes glued to my mouth. “There is one more thing …”
“And what’s that?” I rasp.
My eyes lock with his, and suddenly I can’t take a full breath, I’m hanging on his every word.
“Tasting you again … The way you rode my face, drenched me with your perfection. I would gladly spend years floating at sea if that was my reward every night.” He wraps his hand around my hair and pulls back, so I can’t look anywhere else but at him.
My pulse races, blood drumming a fierce rhythm in my ears.
“Oh, that. I’ve had better.” I attempt to sound casual, but my voice wavers.
He chuckles darkly in my ear. “Well, if it was just okay, I’d better try again and make it a hell of a lot more memorable.
” The cool air does nothing to relieve the sizzle of my skin as Leo’s hand brushes from my waist down to my hip, hovering there.
“Tell me you don’t feel this.” His words are a rough plea against my skin. “What’s still between us?”
I swallow. If I tell him the truth, there is no going back. My heart will be on the line, and I’m not ready for that, am I? Instead, I say, “All I feel is your hard-on pressed into my stomach.”
“That should tell you everything you need to know.”
The air in the cave shifts, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin. He moves his hand, tracing a path from my cheek into the waves of my hair. I quiver under his touch, my resolve to keep him at arm’s length melts away with just the barest of contact.
His hold tightens, pulling me towards him as a surprised gasp flies from my lips. “Is this what you want?”
If I was a stronger woman, maybe I could resist. But I can’t. So I settle for negotiating. “Just for the time we’re together. As soon as we’re done here, we say goodbye and go back to our regular lives. No strings. No expectations of something more. Just sex.”
A shadow passes over his expression, but he doesn’t move. He appears not even to breathe as he considers my words. Finally, he gives me a single nod. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” I insist.
“What else do you want?” Not skipping a beat, he lowers his hand, cupping me between my thighs. I melt beneath his touch, and a whimper escapes my throat. “More of what you’re doing.”
“One more thing I want to show you.” He drags me forward until we come across a pool of water that glimmers like silver under the beam of the flashlight.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, dipping my finger into the cool liquid.
With a small splash, he enters the shallow pool, the water reaching just below his hips. With one firm tug, he pulls me down to sit at the edge, my legs spread wide as his body crowds my own.
Now I get it. If you’re going to have sex in a cave with only hard ridges and stone edges, this might be the most comfortable place. My mind stills for a moment. Sex? Is that what we’re about to do?
I pull away from him. “Is this part of the groveling? Taking me to a deserted island and fucking me?”
A low growl rises from the depths of his throat as he leans in to take my mouth, but I turn away, denying him my lips.
Unfazed, he loops his arms under my knees, seizes my hips, and forcefully pulls me to him.
The hard ground scrapes against my skin, but it only heightens the arousal buzzing in my veins.
“Who said anything about fucking? I just want to taste your pussy again. And no, this wasn’t pre-planned but …” His fingertip grazes the inner edge of my bikini bottoms, causing a shudder to run through me. “I’ve been thinking about you all the fucking time.”
Biting down on my lip, desire washes over me. There’s no way I can turn back now. Not with Leo’s words echoing between us, making me feel wild and a little reckless.
A naughty grin spreads across his face. “Now, where were we?” With that, he slaps my ass, encouraging me to rise up, which allows him to slide the bikini bottoms down my legs, leaving me completely bare to his perusal.
He stills for a moment, then inhales sharply.
“Do you want me to taste you again, butterfly?” He runs a finger through my slit, as if testing my readiness.
“Do you want me to make you come with my lips and tongue? Maybe teeth as well?”
Words are beyond me now, so I just nod. He knows I need this. I need the relief that only he is able to provide.
“This perfect cunt. Your taste has haunted me for years, Alyona. Seven fucking years.” He leans down and kisses between my parted legs, it’s wet and sloppy, almost as if he was kissing my mouth.
When he looks up from between my legs, his lips swollen and wet, it’s so obscene, I nearly spontaneously combust.
Before I’ve had my fill, he pulls an inch away from my desperate pussy, taunting me by blowing a feather light breath against my core. My eyes snap open. “Leo, stop teasing, just … lick me.”
“So, so needy,” he taunts, before his tongue lashes out against my clit, circling my bundle of nerves.
An involuntary moan escapes me as my hips tilt toward his mouth, demanding more. He gives it to me, nipping and biting my clit, devouring me like a piece of ripe fruit. When he presses two fingers into my core, pleasure zips up my spine.
His shoulders strain with tension, and he makes a husky sound of approval as his mouth overwhelms me. “You taste like nectar from the gods, butterfly. I’ll never get sick of drinking from this pussy.”
Oh, shit. His words. That hot tongue. The way his fingers press into my inner thighs, holding them open. It destroys me. Shatters me like glass. All it takes is one sharp flick of my clit with his tongue, and I’m chanting his name as I come undone.
Boneless, I lift myself up on one elbow, entranced as Leo wipes his wet mouth against the back of his arm.
“I want to taste myself on your lips,” I gasp, because I can’t think of anything more erotic than the taste of us together.
A feral glint lights up his eyes, and he pulls me to him, devouring me.
His tongue flicks against my own before exploring every inch of my mouth.
I don’t think this is hate-fuck territory anymore. Was it ever, really?
It’s something more intense. Something hotter. Something neither of us can fight; Leo’s heavy breaths and look of lust suggest he’s in just as deep as me. Healthy boundaries be damned. The only rational thought in my mind right now is how desperately I need this man.