Chapter 15
EMMA
I wake to Leo’s mouth on my neck, his lips trailing kisses down the sensitive skin just below my ear, and my entire body comes alive before I’m fully conscious.
His hand is already sliding between my thighs, fingers exploring, and I’m wet before I even open my eyes. I make this sleepy sound of pleasure and arch back against him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my ass.
“Good morning,” Leo murmurs against my skin, his voice still rough with sleep, and the sound of it sends heat pooling low in my belly.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage, because his fingers have found my clit and are circling it with just the right amount of pressure.
Morning sex has become our new routine over the last three weeks.
Slow and lazy, taking advantage of the early light filtering through the curtains, neither of us fully awake but our bodies knowing exactly what they want.
It’s become my favorite way to wake up—better than coffee, better than anything.
Leo’s hand slides lower, two fingers pushing inside me while his thumb continues working my clit, and I moan into the pillow.
“You’re so wet already,” Leo says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Were you dreaming about me?”
“Maybe,” I admit breathlessly, rocking back against his hand.
“Yeah?” His teeth graze my earlobe. “What was I doing to you in this dream?”
“This,” I gasp as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. “Exactly this.”
Leo makes a low sound of approval and adds a third finger, stretching me, and I’m already so close just from his fingers and voice.
But then he withdraws his hand and I whimper at the loss. “No—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, and he’s gently rolling me onto my back. “I want to taste you.”
Those words send a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I spread my legs as Leo settles between my thighs. The morning light makes everything soft and golden, and I watch through half-lidded eyes as Leo kisses up the inside of my thigh, taking his time.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, then his mouth is on me.
I gasp and my hands fly to his hair, gripping as his tongue slides through my folds. Leo takes his time, lazy and thorough, like he has all the time in the world to make me moan. He finds my clit with his tongue and circles it slowly, making me arch off the bed.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He hums in response and the vibration makes me shudder. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him, and I can feel his morning stubble scratching against my sensitive skin in the best way. When he slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, I know I’m not going to last long.
“You taste so good in the morning.” Leo pulls back just enough to speak, and the sight of him between my legs with his lips wet from me is almost enough to make me come right there.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, and Leo grins before diving back in.
His tongue moves back against my clit, back and forth with efficiency. I’m falling, then flying as he works me over like he seeks to pull every nose from my lips. My hips thrust up to meet his mouth, and my head falls back to the bed.
“No,” Leo tsks. “Watch or I stop.”
I lift my head and nearly fucking come at the sight of his dark head buried between my spread thighs, how his dark eyes assess my responses and hone in what makes me gasp. His hungry stare virtually pins me to the bed, ensuring I don’t look away.
His tongue darts out and licks me again and I pant and whimper as I feel his tongue gently tug on my clit. I cry out, gripping the sheets as my hips surge up. “M-more. Please, more,” I beg, not caring how pathetic I sound.
Leo carefully slides a third finger in me. There’s power, control in those fingers, but there’s also caring consideration in the shameless way his mouth consumes me and brings me rapture.
“Please, please, please,” I beg as I push back again.
Leo sits back on his heels and releases my clit, but he continues to reach deep into my core. He thrusts his fingers inside me again, hitting a new depth as he watches as my hands brush over my chest. I pinch my nipples, desperate for new sensation.
Leo groans at the sight of me writhing on the bed. “Fuck, Emma. That’s so fucking hot.” But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing—hooking his fingers and focusing on the pressure at the front of my core. My mouth falls open into a silent cry as I arch again, forcing his fingers further into my warmth.
“So needy,” he murmurs. “Are you really so desperate to come?” Leo asks with a dark chuckle.
I clench onto his fingers. “Yes, please. I need to,” I whine as his fingers slide against my inner walls. I feel him spread them apart, gently stretching me open as he continues to work me into a panting heap.
“See, I think you don’t need to just yet.”
I scowl at him and thrust my hips up as I try to take more, feel more, just have more of him buried inside me.
“Please, Leo. I—I need to come,” I try again as desperation falls from my lips. Emma Brennan does not beg, but I find the pleas spill out of me for him like a compulsion.
Leo heaves an exaggerated sigh and withdraws his fingers. I shout my disapproval before he flips me over and tugs my ass up to prop me on my knees. Leo’s slick covered fingers press back into me before they still again.
“Fuck my fingers if you must.”
I feel the heat of his words settle into my core like a brand, but my jaw falls open as I look at him over my shoulder.
Is he fucking serious right now?
But he was, based on the amused smirk on his face. And I’m on fire. And when he curves his fingers down, toward that sensitive bit of tissue again, I buck against them with a moan.
“Good girl. Just like that,” he encourages when I begin to rock on my hands and knees with a growing pace.
My moans fill the bedroom, and I don’t even care if the staff can hear me when his thumb sweeps up over my clit mercifully. I cry out and let my head fall forward onto the bed to muffle my screams while his fingers begin to piston in and out of me again.
Leo’s other hand threads into my hair and he tugs my head back up.
“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me, Emma. I want to hear how beautifully you sing.”
Leo adds a third finger again and I wail when my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
His fingers never stop working in and out, and his thumb repeatedly slides over my clit, until I tremble on my hands and knees and spasm around his fingers.
He can feel how every muscle in my body tenses, the way they grip my fingers and pull them in further.
“Please, it’s too—”
“Much?” Leo asks, never ceasing the near-agonizing attention to my clit, basking in the feel of every clench I provide against his dipped fingers.
“Yes,” I groan.
He finally withdraws his fingers and removes his hand, and I release a sigh as my head drops back to the mattress. I loll it to the side and peer up at him, seeing how pleased and smug he looks.
Asshole.
“Good girl,” he says sweetly. His fingertips slowly skate up the curve of my ass, and glide smoothly between the cleft of my cheeks.
I reach back and smack his hand away before rolling onto my back and pushing up on my elbows. I crook my index finger at him.
Leo crawls back up my body, kissing a path up my stomach, between my breasts, my throat, before finally reaching my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s so fucking hot.
“My turn,” I murmur against his lips, and I push at his shoulder until he rolls onto his back.
Leo goes willingly, his hands sliding into my hair as I kiss down his chest. His cock is hard against his stomach, and when I wrap my hand around it he groans.
“Emma,” he breathes, watching me with dark eyes as I stroke him slowly.
I take my time, kissing down the ridges of his abs, following the trail of dark hair that leads to where he’s hard and wanting.
When I finally take him in my mouth and feel its soft, swollen head rest against my tongue and the salty tang from its weeping tip, Leo’s hands tighten in my hair and his hips buck slightly, sliding his cock further into my mouth with a hiss.
I brush my tongue under his length and lean forward.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow.
I love doing this to him. I love the way he loses that careful control, how his breath comes faster, along with the sounds he makes when I do something he particularly likes.
I lean forward further and feel his length nudge the back of my throat. This causes Leo to moan, a drawn-out sound that causes me to pull back and take him deeper again. I begin to bob up and down his length, feeling the wetness build between my thighs.
His sounds are encouraging, tiny grunts and gasps every time his cock hits the narrow passage at the top of my throat. His fingers card through my hair and settle behind my head with just enough pressure to let me know I’m doing exactly what he wants and needs.
Leo utters praises and encouragement that only leads me showing more enthusiasm. On the next slide down his cock, I take him further than before. The swollen head slides into my throat and I gag just before I feel him stiffen.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck—I—fuck. Oh, yes, yes—Emma just like that.”
I moan around his cock, and Leo mutters curses at the vibrations then thrusts deeper into my throat.
“Fucking hell, Emma. Humming around my cock. A little more,” he grunts.
I gag again and feel my eyes burn with tears, but I blink them away to keep the image of him unobscured.
“Be a good girl and relax your throat. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He moans and slides his entire length back in. I feel his cock stretch my throat and I choke against the depth, but he holds himself buried down my throat with his fingers pressed into my hair.