Chapter 34 #3
His ears lift as his smirk grows. He raises his hand to my face, delicately tracing a line across my cheek with his knuckle.
“I want to kiss every single inch of your body,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to my lips.
“I want to be so fucking deep inside you that you can’t remember your own name.
” My legs tremble as he tangles his hand in my hair, his other sliding over my thigh.
He tightens his grip in my hair and gently pulls my head back.
“I want to feel you tighten around my fingers,” he says against my neck, his lips meeting my collarbone. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”
I press my legs together, trying to relieve the tension building in my core, but Leo’s hand is between them, and when he feels me squeeze them together, he pushes them apart.
I inhale a sharp breath, my eyes falling closed. “That night in your bathroom,” he says, his finger drawing a line up my inner thigh. “Were you wearing anything underneath that robe?”
“No.”
He groans against the skin on my shoulder. “So if I had let my hand slide a little further,” he says, mimicking the action. “I would’ve felt you.”
I can’t do anything but answer his questions, paralyzed by his touch. “Yes.”
“Fuck, Marisol.” He shakes his head. “Would you have stopped me?”
His hand reaches the top of my thigh, and his fingers find my lace panties. He drags a finger down the front of the fabric, teasing me, and my back arches against the seat. “No.”
One second, he’s by my side, and the next, he is in front of me, kneeling on the carpeted floor of the limo. He slides his hands up the side of my thighs, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my panties without taking his eyes from mine.
“He’ll keep driving until I tell him to stop,” he says. “And I’ll keep going until you tell me to stop, okay?” I nod as he pulls my panties down my legs. “I need to hear it, Marisol.”
“Yes,” I say, and all of this feels like déjà vu as I remember the last conversation about consent that we had in this limousine, except that time, I was fully clothed, and Leo wasn’t on his knees in front of me.
He slips the lacy fabric over my ankles and tucks them into his pants pocket.
He pushes the skirt of my dress up until it’s around my waist, and I’m entirely exposed.
All of a sudden, I’m nervous. Yes, Leo is the only man who’s made me come, but I was wearing a fucking matching set of pajamas at the time. He’s never seen me before.
He swallows as he looks me over, and then he slides his tongue between his lips. He brings his mouth down to my inner thigh, placing kisses from the inside of my knee all the way up until he slides his tongue up my core.
I gasp as I look down at him, and he stops, meeting my gaze. “Is this okay?”
I groan, pushing his head back down. “God, yes.”
He chuckles against my skin as his tongue teases my sensitive center. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, and I shamelessly move my hips, begging for more as I press my heels into his back.
“Fuck, Leo.” I screw my eyes shut as he sucks down on my clit.
He laughs once again, and the feeling of it on my skin only adds to the intensity of how I feel. “I love it when you curse.”
I let out an exasperated laugh. “Shut up—oh!” I gasp as his fingers slide into me, his tongue not letting up as he matches his own pace both on the inside and outside.
“No, you,” he says, and I don’t need to look down to know how amused with himself he is. I can hear it in his tone. It only turns me on more, knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am. And I am enjoying it a lot. Why has it never felt like this before?
My fingers tighten in Leo’s hair, and my hips writhe against his face as my entire body tenses, my senses heightened, my body aware of every single twitch of his tongue as I climb toward release.
“That’s it, covergirl. Come on my tongue, baby.
” His words send me careening over the edge as my release spears through me.
I moan as I lose all control, my legs shaking as I come down, leaving me exhausted as I pant into the silent limo.
Leo pulls his fingers out of me and sits back on his heels, his gaze stuck on mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and closes his lips around them, sucking my release off of his skin.
“I don’t think you want me to shut up at all,” he says as he knocks against the separation, signaling something to the driver.
“In fact, it tastes like you like it when I talk to you, hmm?” He leans forward, and I can’t wait a second longer before I crush my lips into his, and as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I don’t taste any kind of dessert. I taste myself, and I like it.
I moan, sinking my hands into his hair as he flips us over so he’s sitting on the long seat and I’m sitting in his lap. I grind against where I can feel him hard through his soft pants, my skin meeting the linen fabric, but I don’t care.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you let go.” His words send a new wave of heat to my core, but as I send my hips forward once again, I can’t ignore what’s beneath me.
I want to taste him.
I slide off his lap and sink down onto my knees between his legs, looking up at him as I find the button at the top of his pants.
“Fuck,” he breathes, simply watching me as I slowly slide down the zip. He lifts his hips, and I pull on his pants and his boxers at the same time, leaving his cock to spring free.
“Fuck, baby,” Leo groans, wrapping his own hand around his length and tugging. “I could come just by looking at you, pretty girl.”
My lips fall open as I watch him. He looks so fucking regal, his hair messy from where my hands tugged at it, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his cheeks rosy. “Don’t,” I utter, and he stops. “It’s my turn.”
His lips slowly curve up into a grin as he stares at me. “I’m at your mercy.”
I wet my lips as I rise on my knees and reach for his dick. He lets out a breath as soon as I touch it, his head falling back. “Fuck, gorgeous.”
I smile to myself as I slide my hand down his length, his velvety skin soft under my touch. I lean down and run my tongue up the side of his dick. “Fuck.” I giggle quietly as I reach the tip, licking around the sensitive area. “Fuck, covergirl.”
“I think you need to broaden your vocabulary,” I tease, but before he can fire back a response, I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.
“Good fucking lord,” he groans, and his hands slip into my hair as I slide my lips down his length, letting my tongue dance along his skin. A bit more creative, I suppose.
“God, look at you,” he groans. “That’s my girl.” I moan around his dick as I slide my tongue up his length, his words sending heat to my core to the point that I’m squeezing my legs together as I work him in my mouth.
He uses his hand in my hair to pull my head up, gently forcing my gaze up to his. “Yeah, you fucking love when I talk to you, don’t you, covergirl?” I nod, my lips parted as I look up at him, my hand sliding up and down his length as we talk. “Does it turn you on?”
“Yes,” I sigh.
He smiles. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” I breathe.
“Show me what you’ve been doing all these years.
Touch yourself while you suck my dick.” That heat triples in intensity, and I do as I’m told.
I slip my hand between my legs, sliding my fingers over my overly sensitive skin.
A small moan falls off my lips, and Leo’s eyes glitter with satisfaction. “That’s it.”
Another breathy moan, and then I take him in my mouth once again.
I work at the same pace, stroking myself and working my tongue over his cock, and when his hand in my hair encourages me to go faster, my fingers move faster too.
I lose focus as the muscles in my entire body tense up, and I have to force myself to keep my jaw relaxed as I slide up and down Leo’s length.
“Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” he says, and I don’t.
I suck down on the tip of his cock, and he groans, gripping my hair tight as he explodes into my mouth.
My release crashes over me seconds later, but I can’t cry out as his cum hits the back of my throat.
I swallow, and I continue to grind against my fingers.
When I lift my chin, I see Leo watching me.
A satisfied, tired grin on his lips as he looks down at me.
I hear a knock on the separation and jump.
“We’re home.”