Chapter 41 #2
“Too busy to know that I have your initials permanently inked into my skin?” My voice shakes, and my stomach clenches as he brushes my sex over the thin cotton material of my panties.
He quirks a brow. “If I recall correctly, you own several mirrors.”
I can’t argue that point.
“It would’ve been nice to know that you’ve been fucking me in my sleep too,” I point out. Video evidence would be nice as well, for, uh, academic purposes.
“Fucked,” he corrects, sliding his knuckles over me. “Singular.”
I huff. “That makes it better then.”
My breath hitches when he pushes my panties to the side, and his deft fingers rub slow circles over my clit, making several fuses in my brain short-circuit. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a replay of what I did one day.”
My eyelashes flutter as I grapple for control. “Yeah? You’d do that for—” My words cut off on a moan as he slides a finger inside me.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
I nod. How receptive would my body be if I told him to skip the foreplay and just fuck me already? Ugh, it’d likely guarantee that we wouldn’t be having sex today.
“No, use your words,” Leo says, drawing his finger out slowly before pushing it back into me. “Promise me that you’ll tell me if you feel the slightest discomfort.”
It’s hard to talk when his thumb is doing something that makes me choke on air with how good it feels. “I promise. Just—gently,” I manage to get out, but it’s more of a groan than anything.
“Whatever you need,” he murmurs against my skin as he trails kisses along my stomach.
His lips wrap around my nipple, and I buck, pushing my chest up to chase the pleasure as he continues to slowly fuck me with a single finger. I reach for the waistband of his sweats, expecting him to battle me off to keep the focus on me, but he lets me grab his cock through the material.
He curses the moment contact is made, and I tighten my grip, eyes widening from the hard bumps along the underside of his shaft.
My impatience immediately gets the better of me. I tug his sweats down just as a bead of pearly liquid gathers on his crown and trickles over the throbbing vein past row upon row of piercings.
Leo’s bare length is thick and heavy in my hand. Hard as stone, yet soft to the touch. He twitches in my grip as my fingers wrap around him to squeeze up his length, and I use my thumb to capture the gathering moisture on his head before bringing it to my mouth.
His salty flavor explodes on my tongue, and I moan my appreciation. From the towel to now getting his cum straight from the source—dreams do come true.
“Fuck, Mina,” he growls, and punishes—or rewards—me by adding a second finger inside me.
I groan, grabbing his cock again as my pleasure steadily rises higher. I keep waiting for the moment my stomach cramps, or for sharp pains to start radiating out from my core, but it doesn’t progress more than a dull, distant ache that slowly disappears the more Leo does that with his fingers.
He’s curving them just right and rubbing my clit with his other thumb as I try in vain to give him my best damn attempt at a hand job, but I’m failing miserably. I pause and jerk every few seconds, changing the pressure and gripping strength every time he pumps his fingers back into me.
The noises in this room are nothing short of inappropriate, especially when he’s grunting like whatever nonsense I’m doing to him actually feels good.
My glasses fall down my nose and sit at an odd angle. I yank them off and throw them somewhere to the side—I’ll find them later.
Everything becomes a blur, right before I see spots.
He adds a third finger, and he might as well have cast a spell over me because the pleasure multiplies, and I’m left careening toward the blinding light.
The ecstasy from the climax is suffocating, and the pained ache that follows is blissful for the first time in my life.
I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing when he doesn’t give me more than a few seconds to come down from the high before spreading my thighs further apart to settle between them.
“Keep your legs open for me. That’s it. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he rasps, taking over fisting his shaft.
I’m not sure when I let go, but my chance to work it out dwindles when he lines himself up at my entrance. I quietly whimper, not out of pain or hesitation, but there’s a part of me frightened that I’ll disappoint him again.
That line of thinking is also stopped in its tracks when he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me like I’m the only person in the universe he’ll ever want. It untangles the knots in my chest to allow warmth to spread all the way down to my toes.
And he’s looking at me.
Eyes open, soft around the edges, cataloging every minute reaction and mark on my skin. He’s looking at me like he loves me.
Slowly, gently, his hips push forward, and my body stretches around him. He captures my moans with his lips and breathes them down like he can keep the sound with him forever.
My core clenches around him, making him grunt as he pushes deeper. I can feel each barbell go in and add pressure to my already sensitive flesh. My fingers find his back, and I dig my nails in to ask for more.
Leo’s careful not to sheath himself fully, stopping part way to draw back and feed me an extra inch before starting again. Even once he’s all in, he doesn’t pick up speed, chuckling as he lets me pant and squirm beneath him, keeping the same agonizingly slow pace.
My eyes water knowing he’s holding himself back. It’s for my benefit, but my fucking God, unless he starts fucking me like he means it, I’m either going to hit him or cry.
He stops kissing me just to say, “Is this okay?”
“Just fuck me already, please.” It comes out a needy growl.
Leo pinches my ass with a laugh, and I squeak, lifting my hips to punctuate my demand. He tortures me for a little longer, rubbing my clit as he ever so slowly increases his speed until we’re shaking the bed and making the headboard hit the wall.
I cry out, leaving red ribbons along his back. The pressure in my lower stomach builds, and the familiar ache goes up a notch, but it doesn’t quite hurt. Somehow the subtle pain only makes the pleasure more intense.
Leo has me feeling full in every sense of the word. Down there, in my heart, in my fucking soul.
No, full isn’t the right word.
Complete.
Every time my vision comes into focus, I can see him looking down at me. Hazel eyes, clear and intense, still studying me, always watching me, taking note of every sound and movement. He never looks anywhere but at me.
It cracks something integral in me that was never really whole, but shatters enough to make me realize that since day one, it was never just lust or infatuation. My obsession with him began the moment I saw him and has only grown stronger.
It didn’t go away when he told me the truth, but it’s morphed into something more. A feeling far more dangerous than an addiction. As I watch him looking at me, even through my blurry vision, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, this is forever. We’re forever.
We were the day I first messaged him, and that truth solidified with every subsequent message we sent to each other.
“I love you,” I blurt.
A grin eases across his face as mine burns red. I can’t believe I said it out loud. I mean, we’re about to move to another city together, so it’s not like it’s too soon. But he’s never said it, and I don’t want to think about how much it’ll hurt if he can’t utter the same words back.
His eyes glint with something that makes the butterflies go crazy. “Say that to me when I don’t have my cock in you.”
Blood rushes from my face. The first time I say it, and it’s during sex. What was I thinking?
“Fuck. Sorry, I wasn’t—”
I gasp when he pulls out suddenly, and the mattress beside my head dips as he shifts his weight. His fingers are in me before I can apologize a second time.
His arrogant smirk meets me. “My cock’s not in you anymore, Mina.”
My cheeks flame, and a giddy little giggle comes out mingled with my moan as he thrusts his fingers into me.
“I love you, Leo,” I say breathlessly, latching my hand around his forearm.
“Again.”
I can’t help it. I smile up at him and say the same three words—they’re broken up and partly slurred, but there’s no mistaking them.
A curse flies out of me when his cock takes over, pummeling into me with enough force to knock the wind out of my lungs. His lips are on me, never giving me more than a couple seconds to catch my breath unless it’s to let out a cry.
“Say it again.”
My back arches to meet the next drive of his hips, and I choke when his fingers find the perfect level of pressure. There’s no hope for me now.
“Say it.”
I try to. I think I do. I’ll never be sure. My vision is practically gone. I’ve lost control over the sounds coming out of my mouth and the movements of my hands. I think I may have even felt a tear running down my cheek.
“Again,” he growls with a punch of his hips.
I swear I say it for sure this time—if it made it past the sobbed moans. The pressure keeps building and building, and my limbs shake and the room spins and light flashes behind my eyes.
There’s no saving me once the climax hits. I think my scream might be soundless, or maybe it shakes the house. It seems to go on forever as every corner of my body lights up with fire and ice, and electricity crackles through my bloodstream. It’s like letting go and relishing in the fall.
Leo snarls, driving his hips forward with one last vicious thrust that has me crying out as I feel warm liquid pour into me. He slumps down, leaning his forehead against mine.
Neither of us dares to say a word for several moments as we stare at each other, sweaty and breathless, like the world around us doesn’t exist. Until Leo breaks the silence.
“I love you too, Mina.” His ragged exhale warms my face.
“Yeah?” I smile up at him. “Does this mean you’ve got this ‘first’ on camera too?” I’ve searched this room from top to bottom and still haven’t found any.
He grins. “Of course. For safekeeping.” Leo settles back on his heels, brushing his knuckles over my sensitive flesh. “Get on your hands and knees, baby. Put on a show for me to watch later.”