Chapter 24 #2
“Yes, yes, I do.” I bite my lip to stifle a groan and close my eyes when he does something with his fingers inside of me again, rubbing against an area that has me begging for more. “Keep doing that.”
“Look at me,” he commands.
I snap my eyes open to find his eyes locked on me. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I pant, hoping he keeps doing it.
He pushes another finger inside me, making my eyes roll, and my hips take on a life of their own, working me into a frenzy, anticipation rushing through me.
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m going to…” The intensity keeps building, and I rock my hips much faster this time; there’s no way I can talk right now.
“You look beautiful and so sexy. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
He throws me a wicked grin that makes him look devilishly handsome. “Now fuck yourself on my fingers and don’t take your eyes off me. Understand?” Leon wraps his hand around the back of my neck, holding my forehead firmly against his.
“Yes.” I lay my hands on his shoulders to give me more leverage and rock back and forth as his fingers continue to rub my inner walls with expert precision, as if pouring gasoline on the fire that feels like it’s burning through my body.
He speeds up, pistoning his fingers in sync with my thrusts as we move together.
My adrenaline rises, my heartbeat doing the same at the connection I feel to him. The way he wants to take care of me has my clit throbbing so hard it’s as if it has its own heartbeat.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises. “I’m so hard for you.”
“Leon.” I cry out when he tells me what I do to him. Keeping my eyes locked on him, his pupils darken, turning the color of a forest on a storm-filled day. His jaw clenches tightly as if he’s trying to restrain himself from kissing me, which I wish he would.
Rubbing my clit much harder and faster now, he keeps saying things to me that have my orgasm coiling in my spine, my pussy throbbing with need. “I want to be so deep inside your tight pussy, I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name.”
No one has ever talked dirty to me before; this is what was missing, or maybe it was him that was missing.
“Yes,” I agree. I want that. The intensity of my orgasm climbs in my core as he continues to hit every sweet spot I didn’t know I had until he found them.
Undulating my hips in waves at a desperate speed because any minute now, I think I’m going to come.
I need to, I can’t take any more as desire sizzles, making my skin heat from the pressure of him filling my pussy with his thick digits.
“Your body is mine, Erika.”
It’s always been his. I know this now. I nod, our foreheads still kissing each other, my mouth open wide.
Eager to come, I plead for him to tell me what he wants to do to me.
“I want to lick your pussy, and I want you to come all over my face.”
“What else?”
“I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you right here, Erika.”
My body is aching, screaming inside for its release.
“Now be a good girl and come for me. Give yourself to me. Let go.”
My orgasm hits with such force, it punches the air from my lungs.
My body locks, and I dig my nails into his shoulder hard enough that I know I’ll leave bruises. I’m panting and moaning, my orgasm going on for longer than I ever thought possible. My body basks in the pleasure that I’ve never reached with someone before. It’s addictive; I want more.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” Leon’s praise sounds distant even though he’s right here, stroking my hair with one hand and with the other, letting me ride out my orgasm.
I’m so wet, I’m dripping down his fingers onto my inner thighs.
There is so much softness in his expression; it’s like pride mixed with something else I can’t quite identify. Longing? Lust? Love?
It’s undeniable what he did and the connection we share. My body knows him and needs him like my lungs need oxygen.
“I came,” I say, sounding shocked as my breathing returns to normal, my body humming with pure elation and joy.
“It was beautiful.”
“It was incredible.”
“You’re incredible, Erika.” Leon bites his bottom lip and stares deep into my eyes at the same time he slides his fingers out of me.
I suck in a breath and wince. “It’s been a long time since I had sex, and your fingers are much thicker than my vibrator.” Clearly, orgasms make me loose lipped.
“You haven’t had sex in a while?” His voice rises by a couple of octaves as if shocked by my confession.
“It’s been over six months,” I admit. “Him and I.” I don’t say Huck’s name out loud. “We just weren’t compatible.”
“Do you think we’re compatible?” His voice is low and raspy, his hooded eyes watching me like he’s studying every single detail of my face too.
“I do.” He just did what no other man has been able to do. Of course we’re compatible.
The corners of his mouth lift, and I can tell he likes my answer.
Smug bastard.
Leon lifts his hand to his mouth and licks one finger, then another, slowly, licking my orgasm off them.
When he’s almost done, he says, “You taste fucking delicious. Sweeter than honey, beautiful. Suck my tongue and taste yourself.” He pushes his tongue out of his mouth—an invitation for me to accept.
Holy shit. Leon is hot and dirty. Dirtier than any man I’ve ever been with. Now I’m hoping he asks me to get on my knees and suck him dry. I will if he wants me to; I might even offer up my services first.
Willingly, I move closer and suck his tongue. Hard. Making him moan and thrust upward. His cock, that’s been hard throughout our encounter, brushes against my sensitive clit, and I let out a soft whimper as I taste myself on him. It’s so hot. I’ve never done anything like this before.
He recoils his tongue into his mouth, then grins.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’ve been dating the wrong men, Erika.”
“I have.” I’ve been missing out on all of this.
“You like dirty talk.”
I’m blushing now. “It would appear that way.”
“And it took me, oh, only a few minutes to learn that about you.”
“Yeah.” I can’t disagree.
“You’re beautiful when you come.”
“Thank you,” I reply shyly. His praise might take some getting used to, but I can’t deny how much I love it.
“You’re not stuck in your head anymore.”
“I’m not. So, what now?” Can I ask him if we can do it again? It’s what I want. He’s turned something on inside of me, and now it’s begging for more.
Calm down.
The buzzer from the front gate breaks our heated moment, and we both groan at the shitty timing.
“Laura’s here. You’re picking a dress now.”
“Okay. You should let her in.” I look away, feeling a little overwhelmed, and start to climb off his lap, but he stops me by holding me in place.
“Hey, I’ll be having none of that.”
“None of what?”
“The awkwardness and you feeling embarrassed.”
“I’m not.” I am.
“I wanted to show you that your body isn’t broken. The men you’ve been with have been the problem all along.”
“I’m not broken.” I sigh, feeling instantly better.
“You’re perfect.”