Chapter 25 – Leo
TWENTY-FIVE
LEO
“Can we sit outside for a bit?” Willa asks as we walk up the front porch steps of my house later that night.
After letting Willa pet the animals to her heart's content, we washed up and ate at the restaurant on the property, the two of us the only ones there. I surprised Willa by moving her to a bonfire near the edge of the property and making s’mores.
We laughed, ate, and kissed until it was time for us to leave.
Her voice is soft, and I turn to her, putting a hand to her chin and tipping it toward me.
Staring down into her warm brown eyes, I speak words that hold so much honestly, they ache.
“Whatever you want, Willa.” Her lips tip up a bit, and I bend, pressing mine to hers in a soft, sweet press before breaking apart and resting my forehead to hers. “I’m gonna get a beer—want anything?”
“Can I have a glass of that peach wine?” she asks with a little smile, speaking of one of the many goodies we bought at the farm, most of which are in an oversized bag in my hand. I nod, then gesture towards the swing we put together the other day.
“Go sit, I’ll get it for you.” She eagerly settles on the swing, kicking off her sneakers and tucking her feet beneath her. She looks perfect on the porch she helped me repaint and decorate, sitting on the swing she insisted I needed. I am once again reminded she is meant to be here.
With me.
Moving through the house quickly, I grab a beer and pour her a glass of wine before stepping outside and handing it to her.
She takes it before I sit, then lifts her legs and drapes them over my lap.
When she settles into my side, that same, familiar feeling of peace moves through me, and I realize I could do this every single night, sit out here with Willa and just… be.
“Thank you,” she murmurs a little while later. “For today. It was…it was perfect.”
“There’s no need. Thank you for coming with me. I hope it was a good first date.”
“A lot of firsts today,” she says, pressing her lips into the side of my neck. “Getting ready for a date with my girls. Peach picking, going to a petting zoo. S’mores.” I smile, remembering all of those and the joy on her face with each moment.
“I want to give you all of the firsts I can, Willa. You tell me what you want, and I’m going to make it happen.” I hope she realizes just how much I mean it, how I really would give her anything, so long as it made her happy.
“We could have another first, you know,” she murmurs, her voice low, somehow changed. When I look down at her, she’s already looking up at me, mischief written across her features. She reaches down, setting her wine glass to the floor before grabbing my beer and doing the same.
“Oh?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, but instead of responding, she moves, rearranging her body until she’s straddling my lap, her dress pooling around her hips.
Between her closeness and the mischievous tilt of her lips, my cock goes hard.
“Willa—” I start, but I don’t know where the warning is headed.
There’s no way I would stop whatever direction she wants to take this.
“I’ve never…you know…outside,” she says, her voice a low murmur as those perfect white teeth bite into her lower lip.
“I sure as fuck hope not,” I reply, and with a mind of their own, my hands move to rest on her knees before sliding up and down her soft skin.
Her breathing hitches as I repeat the movement, stroking casually from her knees up her thighs.
Each time, my thumbs go just a bit higher on her inner thigh.
I love this most of all, teasing her. Constantly teasing her.
“We could…” she starts, her words trailing off as a flush spreads across her skin.
“We could what?”
Her tongue dips out, wetting her lips, and this time, my thumbs move up, grazing along her panties. I bite back a groan when I find they’re already damp.
“We could... You know... out here. On the swing.” My eyes drift shut at the mere idea, at this sweet woman before me, asking me to once again give her everything and knowing damn well I can’t say no.
I can never say no to Willa.
“We could what?”
“You know,” she murmurs, hips shifting.
“We could...kiss?” I guess, knowing it’s the wrong answer, but pressing my lips to hers all the same in a heated touch. My tongue slides along hers, her hands moving to behind my neck. When I break the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily, her hips continuing to shift to try to get something from me.
“More than that,” she breaths. My cock twitches at the need in her voice, and on their next circuit of my hands on her thighs, I graze more intentionally over her center.
“Or I could finger you out here, right on this swing.” I drop my head to press kisses to her neck, and she tips it to give me more room to taste her skin.
“More,” she whines, hips seeking, and I don’t know if she means more than what I said, or if she means she needs more in this moment.
Probably both.
My thumb presses on her clit over her panties, then down, pressing the fabric into her wet center. “Or do you want me to slide these over, fuck you right here on this swing?”
“Yes,” she says quickly, nodding, shifting to try to get my fingers inside of her.
I slide her panties to the side, then slowly, torturously for both of us, slide two fingers into her center.
She tightens, already drenched, and I groan as her wet heat envelops my fingers, knowing intimately what it feels like on my cock.
“Ride those, baby,” I murmur, and she does as I ask without hesitation.
I watch in utter awe of her beauty as she shifts, lifting, then drops onto my fingers.
The first time, a heavy breath leaves her lips.
Then again…rise, fall…but this time, her head tips back, and a pleased sigh escapes.
Rise, fall, a swivel of her hips as she tries to catch my thumb, to get some pressure on her clit, and she bites her lips, muffling a moan.
I press my thumb to her clit, giving her what she wants for just a moment.
“Loud,” I say, voice firm.
“Leo—”
“Loud, Willa. You don’t hide that from me. I get everything from you,” I remind her of what I told her that very first night we were together.
‘Oh god,” she moans, the sound filling the night air, as I crook my fingers.
“There’s my girl.”
“Leo,” she mutters, breathing hard. My thumb swipes over her clit, and her fingers tighten around me, and I drop my head, groan into her neck at the mere feel of it. “I won’t…”
“Won’t what, baby?” I ask, lifting once more to take in her face, flushed, parted lips, heavy lids.
“I need you. I won’t last,” she mewls, rocking her hips despite the warning, trying to take herself there. The swing shifts with each of her movements, and I already anticipate what fucking her will be like.
“That’s good, baby, because I don’t want you to.”
Her head snaps up to glare at me, a spitfire even when I have her like this.
“Leo!”
“Because you’re going to come on my fingers just like this, fucking yourself, taking yourself there, and then when you’re still coming, you’re going to slide onto my cock and take me there.”
“Oh god,” she moans, and again, her body tells me just how much she likes it. I grin at her.
“Take me out,” I say, groaning as her hips move against me, brushing over my hard cock.
“What?”
“My hands are a bit busy, honey. Take me out, get ready to take me when you come.”
I don’t need to tell her again, and her body shifts once more, hips never stopping their undulation on my fingers, before her fingers fumble with my belt.
“Why the fuck are you wearing a belt?” she murmurs, desperation clear in her words, and I bite back a laugh.
“Next time you plan to fuck me on the porch, give me a heads up. I’ll make sure it’s easy access.”
“I was easy access for you. You should have known.” I grin then, wide, but the humor fades into a deep, uncontrollable groan when she finally pulls me out, her small hand tugging at my cock. Yeah, I’m gonna need this to speed up.
“Fuck, WIlla. I need you to get there quicker.”
“Just, just…” she says, panting, her hips moving quickly, now grinding insistently against my palm that is resting on her clit. ”Just fuck me.”
“Hell no,” I say. She stares at me, and I shift my hand, giving her more pressure, and that glare melts away, turning into a low, keening moan.
“You’re far too pretty like this.” I’m tempted to tug the top of her dress down, since I noticed long ago she isn’t wearing a bra, and with the way she’s moving, it’s even more obvious.
But I’m worried that if I let go of my grip on her, she might fall.
And, even though we’re far off the beaten path, I wouldn’t put it past any of our crew to show up unannounced.
Her floaty sundress covers most of what I’d be worried about, but any further, I feel like I should just take her inside.
“Leo,” she moans, hips rocking, and I put my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her in close. Her hand moves on my cock still, unable to keep a rhythm, but I don't care, as always, she feels like fucking heaven.
“Come on, baby, I know you like this, being my bad girl, riding my fingers outside. Anyone could come up the drive, you know,” I murmur into her ear, nipping at the lobe and smiling when her breath hitches, when she tightens around me.
“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing that anyone could find us out here? ”
Her breaths come faster, and I know she’s teetering on the edge. I may not have had her a million times yet, but I’ve spent so many years pretending I’m not watching her, training to read every change in her body, voice, and face. Training for this moment, it seems.
“You can be a good girl to everyone else, but I think with me, you want to be my bad girl, don’t you? My little slut, pushing your panties aside and begging me to take you out here.” She tightens further, and her hips stutter. I groan into her neck.
“Leo, I—”