Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Erika
Our lips have been pressed together since we were outside the restaurant, then in Leon’s car, and they continue to stay glued as we crash through the front door of his place, clawing and pawing at each other like wild animals in heat.
Our kiss unbroken, I haphazardly toss Leon’s sports jacket from around my shoulders onto the tiled floor, and with a quick wiggle of one ankle followed by the other, my silver sandals—the ones Leon’s stylist picked for me to match the silk dress she urged me to wear—slip free, echoing throughout his cavernous hallway.
With trembling fingers, I try to unbutton his shirt quickly and fail.
“You’re shaking,” Leon pants between kisses, laying his hands over mine to stop me and the pace we are moving at.
“You make me nervous.” Fooling around like we did earlier was one thing, but what we are about to do next reshapes our friendship forever. “And what if we aren’t compatible?” I voice my concerns that have been running through my head like a hamster on a wheel. “Then what?”
“Erika, baby.” He pulls out of our kiss and stares at me with that smoldering look that has melted my panties more times than I can remember.
They’d be nothing but ashes, that is, if I had any on, which I don’t, because their outline would show through the fine silk of my dress.
“For years, I’ve imagined doing this with you.
And I’m nervous too. Feel.” He dips his chin, motioning to his chest.
I place my hand over his heart and am astonished by how quickly it’s pounding.
He removes my hand from his chest and lifts it to his lips, where he plants a tender kiss on my fingers.
“I want you to stop those thoughts immediately. The connection we have is unlike anything I have ever experienced with anyone, and for the last twenty years, all I’ve imagined is what it would be like to be inside you and how good it would feel. ”
A wave of ecstasy throbs through me because it’s such a turn-on hearing him say words I’ve only been able to fantasize about. “I’ve imagined that too,” I confess.
“Emotionally, physically, we’re compatible.” He nods as if there is no doubt in his mind. “Don’t ever question it.” There’s so much lust and strength in his words, I believe him.
“Emotionally and physically, I want all of you.” My voice is much stronger now as a flood of confidence replaces the nerves I felt before.
“You have me.”
“And you have all of me too. You’ve always had me, Leon.”
Without hesitation, he lifts me into his arms, securing me firmly against him, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes my dress upward.
My nipples pucker into tight peaks when his firm chest muscles brush against them.
I can’t control the moan that leaves me, feeling so turned on, my aching core throbs when his belt rubs against my pussy.
Entirely desperate, all I want to do is grind against him.
He carries me effortlessly, surprising me when he walks past the stairs leading to his bedroom and instead heads toward the living room.
Stepping into the spacious area, he commands the lights to glow softly before laying me down on the giant rug in front of the fireplace with great care.
“Don’t move,” he instructs, then, quicker than I have ever seen him do, he lights the fire that’s only feet away, setting the mood.
I gasp when he turns off the lights, allowing the room to fill with a warm orange radiance from the small flames. “Romantic,” I say, my excitement at an all-time high.
Returning to me on his hands and knees, he narrows his eyes, his tight jaw twitching, like a ravenous panther on the hunt.
It’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with a man, nerves churn in my stomach as I nibble on my bottom lip.
I shouldn’t be nervous because he loves me. I feel it, feel him everywhere, and the adoration and passion he has for me. It’s so tangible, almost like a living, breathing thing.
He stops at my feet, and I bend my knees, prompting him to flick his attention to my exposed pussy that he’s seeing for the first time.
He licks his lips, then groans deep and long, and I can tell it’s taking everything within him not to rip off my clothes and fuck me into next week to break this tension that’s been building not just for months, but years. Decades even.
“No panties,” Leon mutters.
“I’m not wearing a bra either,” I admit, making him suck in a breath. “It didn’t suit the dress,” I say seductively, moving my fingers to the hem, arching my back to lift it over my head and throw it across the room. I spread my legs wider, exposing myself completely to him.
“You are fucking stunning, Erika.” For a moment, he considers his next move, as if torn inside, then he pulls his focus away from my pussy, settling himself between my legs until we’re nose to nose.
My breath hitches when he glides his finger from my knee, traveling north over my hip, and follows the curve of my waist, then says, “We’re about to incinerate our friend zone club membership.
” Those deft fingers of his drift across my stomach to my navel and move down between my legs, but not close enough to where I really want him.
I reach up and cup his face, pulling his lips to touch mine. “I’m ready.”
Our lips devour each other as we fuck each other’s mouths with our tongues, twirling, tasting, licking, and sucking in a frenzy of moans and groans.
Everything about the last week has taken me by surprise and thrown me into this beautiful place with Leon. A place I never want to leave.
Need pools between my legs. If he doesn’t touch my pussy soon, I might lose it.
Finally, leisurely, painfully slow, he brushes his fingertips over my pussy and slips them between my lips before pushing a finger inside, deep. I dig my fingers into his scalp; his low groan combining with my moan to create our own symphony of sounds.
“You’re soaked, baby.” He moves his fingers in and out in hypnotic thrusts. At the same time, he nibbles at my mouth, sending all my senses into overdrive, my back curving off the luxurious rug beneath me when he rubs my inner walls.
Leon kisses the side of my mouth, then teases my earlobe between his teeth, causing me to let out a soft cry as his fuzzy beard grazes my neck and decolletage.
My excitement coats his fingers as he goes deeper with every stroke.
I moan his name once more. His hot breath heats my skin, which already feels hotter than the sun.
With his fingers still inside me, he sits back on his heels, his eyes roaming my body, leaving no inch untouched as his expert fingers work me into a frenzy. “You’re going to come on my tongue,” he husks.
“Do it then and stop teasing me,” I pout brazenly. My body is highly aroused and pulled so tight; I’m so close to coming already.
He makes a low chuckle sound from the back of his throat. “I’m enjoying making you squirm.”
“Patience is overrated.” I grab his wrist that’s between my legs and urge him to go faster, rocking my hips in time with his movements.
Continuing the anticipation, which I hate, he moves down, bowing his head and plants a runway of kisses down my body.
Passing my breasts, he flicks my hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue before licking the other, teasing, then pulling it between his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my hot-for-him pussy.
“You have great tits,” he mumbles against my skin.
I’ve always thought they were a bit on the small side, but the way Leon is running the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of my nipple, then takes it fully into his mouth and bites it much harder this time, I genuinely believe that he’s obsessed with them like he said he is.
I almost scream in pleasure from how good his touch feels.
Heading south, Leon kisses my inner thighs one after the other, slowly moving toward my center, making me wriggle with further impatience.
He bats my hand away that’s wrapped around his wrist, and that’s when he covers my entire pussy with his phenomenal mouth, and I about come undone on the spot.
His hot breath sighs against my wet flesh as if he’s in heaven, then he makes a feral noise that sounds like a growl and causes a rush of arousal in my core.
Circling my clit with his tongue makes me jolt, but everything he does makes my body feel like it’s buzzing. It’s as if a strange supercurrent runs between us.
He continues to flick his tongue over my clit in languid strokes that vary between soft and firm, making me gasp and thrust my hips into his face with the intensity of it all.
“You have such a fucking pretty pussy, baby.” Leon pushes away any remaining remnants of insecurities I have. “Sweeter than honey.”
I look down at him, feeling the air grow heavy with longing. The excitement of our bond surrounds us, blending passion and desire.
My hips tilt with eagerness as I weave my fingers through his hair, and he presses his tongue on my clit, making me fling my head back, digging my heels into the rug to gain more leverage.
The faint crackle and hiss of the flames licking the logs now roar louder than before.
Again, I glance at him; with his eyes closed, he’s smiling against my pussy, completely caught up in the moment as he gives me pleasure, the warm orange glow of the fire making him look ridiculously handsome.
His muscular arms tighten against the fabric of his shirt when he finger fucks me, causing me to take a deep, sharp breath as he asserts his hold over my entire body. Working me. Building me.
I’m moaning and writhing, pushing my hips while holding his face against my pussy as the pleasure coils through me, pulling me closer to the edge of climax.
My heart pounds against my ribs when he flicks my clit with his tongue.
“You taste so good, baby,” he mumbles, thrusting another finger inside of me before sliding them in and out, and adding a third, as if stretching me to get ready to take him.
I’m so desperate to feel the burn from his thick cock.