Chapter 21 – Willa #2
He moves from center to clit, dipping inside to taste me and groaning as he does, then moving up to flick at my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I suck in a sharp breath.
His eyes move up my body, and even though I can't see it, the smile I know is on his lips shines in his eyes.
When he moves back to my entrance, his tongue slides into me, and he moves his head left and right, his nose pressing against my clit.
I bite back the moan that climbs up my throat, releasing a heavy breath as his eyes stay watching me, reading me.
He does it again, sliding his tongue in a bit deeper this time and groaning as he does.
Need curls in my belly, and my breathing quickens, but it’s not until he slides two thick fingers inside me, his lips wrapping around my clit, that another moan slips from my lips.
I stop it halfway through, my back arching as pleasure courses through me, but then his fingers stop, his head snaps up to look at me over my body.
“None of that,” he says, voice firm, almost angry.
“What?”
“You and me, we’re done pretending, and that includes pretending you’re not completely into what I’m doing to your body, Willa.
I want to hear it all, honey. Every noise you make, every sigh, every moan.
They’re mine. Don’t withhold them from me.
” His fingers start to move again, slowly sliding in and out of me, slowly fucking me, and I gasp.
When he crooks them, his thumb moving to brush over my clit, a small moan leaves my lips without my permission, but when his eyes are still on mine, they light up, and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed like normal.
“No more making yourself smaller, Willa. No more of it. When you’re with me, you’re you.
You’re loud. You don’t hide if you’re enjoying something I’m doing. ”
I watch him and speak before I can even think.
“Okay, Leo,” I murmur, and he groans at my acquiescence.
It starts a chain reaction, my pussy tightening around his fingers, and another groan leaves his lips.
I smile at him, and he returns it, but it’s gone from my lips as soon as his head drops again.
Then he starts to eat me again, his mouth and tongue moving on my clit, and his fingers start to fuck me, crooking and hitting a spot that even I’ve never touched, and my hips lift.
Even though I want to tip my head back and slam my eyes shut as the pleasure moves through me, I don’t.
Instead, I keep my eyes locked on Leo as the wave moves through me, and I moan loudly.
And I am so fucking glad I did when I get to watch a satisfied smile spread across his lips.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. Then his head drops, and his lips circle my clit, sucking deep as his fingers move inside of me.
My hips buck to get more, and another sound comes out, something I couldn’t control if I wanted to, but it’s almost as if the dam has broken, and I can’t contain my sounds any longer.
I rock on his face as he eats me, as he finger fucks me, moaning his name, writhing with need as the pleasure twists, coiling into itself in my belly, growing warmer and warmer and seeping into my veins.
“That’s it, baby,” he says when he lifts his head. His lips are wet with me, and I moan again, tightening around his fingers as he slides a third in and starts to fuck me hard and fast.
”Please, Leo. Oh god, please.” His thumb swipes over my swollen, needy clit, and I groan. “Fuck me.”
“No, no, I’m having far too much fun down here, baby. Whenever you’re ready to come on my tongue, I’ll be waiting.”
And then he drops his head again and continues to devour me.
And for the first time in my life, that doesn’t feel like a threat or a challenge. Instead, it feels empowering.
And to my surprise, after what feels like no time at all, I can feel it coming, the orgasm to end all orgasms approaching as he sucks and fucks me, groaning his own appreciation as he does.
His own hips move, grinding into the bed like he genuinely is getting just as much out of this as I am.
My breathing halts, stuttering as my hips try to move.
A firm, rough hand moves to my hip, pinning me down, and I mewl.
He looks up my body, his hair a mess, his eyes hot and wild, and without thinking, I slide my hand down, pushing his hair over his forehead to get a better view.
His eyelids lower as he groans into my pussy, clearly liking that I want to watch, and it tips me closer to the edge.
I just need a little more. A little more pressure, something rougher, something…
As if he can sense it, he nods, and my fingers tighten in his hair, pressing his head into me.
I’ve never done anything like it, tell a man what I need, much less guide him to give it to me. But when he moans deep into me, the vibrations colliding with the added pressure of his mouth on me, and his fingers sinking in deep, curving to hit my G-spot, I come.
I come, and I come, and I come, screaming his name, my body quaking with the most intense relief and pleasure rolling through me in waves until I’m panting.
“Holy shit,” I moan, my hips still moving, shifting, and searching for more, even as my body comes back down from the high he just gave me. “Holy shit.”
“I know,” Leo says, hungry eyes roving over me, taking in my body, my heavying chest, his fingers still inside of me, moving slower now. His thumb grazes over my clit, and my hips jerk, still sensitive.
“I’ve never…no one has ever…”
He pauses, then, staring at me.
“No one has ever?” I shake my head. “You’ve never been eaten out?” His eyes are wider now, a hint of something close to nervousness in them. I smile and shake my head.
“No, I’ve been eaten out, my god. I’m not that sheltered.”
“Have you…” I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I’ve had sex. Not in a while, but…
yes.” He licks his lips, and despite just coming harder than ever before, I tighten around the fingers still inside of me.
“I just meant no one has ever been able to make me…” My words trail off as the last of the orgasm fades away, and with it, the confidence I had moments before.
His fingers are still inside of me, though they’re no longer moving, as if he needs to be completely focused on this conversation.
Note to self, keep all thoughts to myself until after his fingers leave me.
“Are you telling me no one has ever made you come, Willa?” The blush creeps down my neck and spreads to my chest, but I answer, because I know he wants me to.
“I’ve come from sex,” I murmur, but then continue to explain. “But only if I was on top and basically…doing it myself.” I don’t know what to expect, but the wide smile that spreads across his still-wet lips is not it.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he says, voice rasping and low, before he dips his head down, five o’clock shadow scraping at my skin as he takes a nipple between his lips and sucks.
His fingers continue to move, gently playing with me, grazing over my clit, circling and tweaking before sliding back inside.
He fucks me slowly, languorously, and his lips move on my nipple, sucking and nipping until my breathing is labored again.
He pulls back to blow cool air on the taut skin, and a breathy moan leaves my lips.
“Leo,” I moan, my back arching, and my hips lifting.
“I don’t think I can—” I lick my lips and catch my breath.
Leo’s eyes move from my center to where his fingers are deep inside of me, to my stomach, to my breasts, before stopping at my face.
“I don’t think I can come again. We should just—” He shakes his head, cutting me off.
“I can do this all fucking day, baby. All day.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun for you.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been daydreaming about this for years.” I tighten around his fingers again, and my breathing goes just a bit heavier.
“For years?” I ask, eyes wide. His fingers move more slowly but go deeper as a smile spreads on his lips.
“Years, baby.” His fingers start to speed, and a hand moves to my belly, his thumb swiping over my clit and making my hips buck.
“Years, I’ve wondered what you would look like with my fingers deep inside of you.
What you’d sound like coming on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock.
I wondered what you’d look like, writhing beneath me, panting my name.
I have about a thousand fantasies of you, and I’m determined to make every one happen.
Now,” he says, fingers his sliding out and rubbing them flat against my clit.
The stimulation is so sudden, so different, it pulls a groan from me.
“Now you’re going to come again. You’re going to gush for me like the good girl you are, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, watching your face as I fill you. ”
“Okay,” I say, because really, what do you say to a proposal like that? He grins.
Wide.
And then his fingers slide back into me.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, moving to his knees between my legs, his cock hard beneath his shorts.
His fingers shift, fucking me deeper, pressing harder just above my G-spot, and I moan, loud and uncontrollably, hips shifting without reserve as it starts to build again, but this time it’s different.
It feels just as good as the last orgasm when it crept up, but it’s different, bigger, deeper, in a way.
“Leo, I…” I pant, a strange, foreign feeling building in my belly. It’s not unpleasant, but it sends a surge of panic through me at its newness. His fingers fuck me hard, curling to brush against my G-spot with each move.
“God, Willa. You should see yourself.”
“Leo, I—”
“Just let it go,” he says, nearly panting now, his muscles flexing with each thrust of his fingers, an erotic show just for me as he fucks me, pumping hard and fast. His lips are parted, his eyes locked between my legs as he breathes heavily, clearly very into what he’s seeing.