Chapter Nine #2
So was he, but she didn’t have time to say so before his mouth crashed onto hers.
A kiss hard and fierce, tasting like the after-dinner espresso they’d consumed.
Leo devoured her. She kissed him back, her body going up in flames.
She didn’t know how she survived him without perpetually crumbling to ashes at his feet.
His tongue danced with hers, inflaming, enticing.
Whilst kissing him was one of her life’s greatest pleasures, it wasn’t enough.
She needed more. She needed everything. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him even closer as he groaned.
Their bodies melded together. He could take her right here and it wouldn’t matter but instead he pulled away, his lips gleaming in the soft light, breaths coming in heavy pants.
‘I want you.’
‘I need you,’ she said.
The feelings he ignited inside, consumed her. A complex mix of passion, possession and completion. Feeling settled and unsettled, all at the same time.
He swooped her into his arms and captured her lips again before striding through the house and up the stairs to the main bedroom.
Crossing the threshold, the only light in the room came from the ensuite, casting the space in a contrast of golden glow and shadow.
For all the aggressive passion, Leo let her go gently.
Placing her carefully on her feet. It was such a small thing and it still meant the world that he could think about her, when she knew he was as desperate as she was for them to be naked together.
But whilst she wanted to be selfish and take, tonight she also wanted to give.
He’d shared his past with people and it had been no small thing, given how deep she knew his wounds ran. How her own fall had re-opened them.
Leo toed out of his shoes, stripped off his belt as Simone began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it from his trousers then tossing it to the floor.
He undid the bow at her neck, the halter neck top falling free to her waist, exposing her breasts.
He grunted as her nipples tightened in the cool air of the room.
Leo cupped them with his hands, stroked his thumbs over the hard peaks.
‘Perfetto,’ he murmured. ‘Amore mio, sei una bellezza.’
Whilst she could listen to him for hours, Simone was too desperate. She wiggled away, undid her own pants, threw off her top. Stood in front of him in nothing but the fine lace and silk panties she’d chosen because she knew he loved them.
‘On the bed,’ she said, injecting as much dominance into her voice as she could muster. Trying to wrestle control of the evening for herself.
He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes glittering like sapphires in the light. ‘Really?’
His voice was as rich and rough as coffee grounds. His fingers flexed and released as if he wanted to touch her, but she was sure that he’d like this game. Being with Leo gave her a new kind of confidence and she wanted to give him the same pleasure that he always seemed to give her.
‘Yes, really. I intend to have my wicked way with you. Or doesn’t the great Leo Zanetti want to listen to what he might find is actually good for him?’
Leo chuckled. ‘Tesoro, I’m happy for you to do whatever you want to me. I’m looking forward to it.’
He moved onto the bed, flopping onto the mattress in a way that suggested he was being imposed upon.
Yet she knew it was an act. Leo lay there, arms behind his head, a smug smile on his face.
He’d ceded control to her but she knew that he wasn’t giving it away completely.
She wanted to break him apart like he routinely did to her, break herself and then let them be stitched back together.
Entwined, knitted. Two cracked halves making the other whole.
She eased off her panties in a slow tease, then undid his trousers and slid them from his body.
Hooked her fingers into his black briefs, dragging them away and tossing them over her shoulder.
A liquid heat pooled low in her belly as his impressive erection sprung free.
She loved the sight of him, potent, aroused, intoxicating. Simone licked her lips.
‘Want a taste of what I have?’ he asked hoarsely.
‘I’m hungry for you, Leo. You’d better hang on.’
He chuckled but when she took him in hand the sound was rapidly cut off.
She smiled, then lowered her head and wrapped her mouth round his smooth, silk-steel length.
He was salt and sweet and everything she could have desired in this moment.
Simone relished teasing him with her tongue as he gripped the covers of the bed.
She ached for him. He’d barely touched her yet and already she needed to clamp her legs together against the burn that built at her core.
Could she come like this, with not a hand of his on her?
Feasting on him? After so many years of feeling nothing, no desire, like walking through a kind of haze, this was a revelation.
Simone looked up at him, as his head arched back.
The sounds he made, not so elegant and restrained now, but feral and out of control.
She knew he was close, as his body quaked, but she didn’t want the moment to end yet.
Perhaps she was still allowed a little selfishness, but she wanted him inside her.
She eased away from him and he groaned, his eyes glassy and distant with arousal.
She crawled over his body, sliding the centre of herself over his length, relishing in his hardness, how slick they both were.
Him from her mouth and her because of how Leo always affected her.
The burn built between her legs as she rubbed herself back and forth, his hands on her backside, encouraging her. She was panting now, close. So close. Simone sat up.
‘Condom,’ she whispered. She reached over to his bedside drawer and grabbed a foil packet.
Her fingers were trembling and she fumbled so Leo took it gently from her, tore it open and slid it down his length in one practiced move.
Simone leaned forwards and kissed him again, their mouths clinging to each other as she lifted herself and positioned him at her entrance.
Lowering herself onto him, relishing the sensation of being filled.
The relief of it so intense it was all she could do not to orgasm in that moment.
He groaned and gripped his hands tight to her thighs as she took all of him in.
Rising and falling as she toyed with her nipples because she knew he’d love to see her doing that.
Arrows of pleasure spearing between her legs whilst she rode him.
He released one of her thighs, easing his thumb between her folds to her clitoris, circling and stroking.
It was like a competition now, as to who would win and come last. The pleasure burning through her.
She clenched her body around him and his breaths became shuddering gasps as he stopped lying there taking what she gave and began to thrust up into her.
Simone was lost to the sensation. It was all heat and need until Leo’s movements became uncoordinated and he threw his head back, shouting her name.
Words toyed at the edges of her consciousness about what this meant, what he meant, although they were elusive, formless things.
More feeling than reality. Then the conflagration of ecstasy roared over her, burning her to the quick.
Simone fell to his chest. He took her in his arms and the world became soft and hazy as Leo’s coiled body relaxed and she drifted into an intoxicated sleep.