Chapter 12 #2
His eyes shoot to mine, leaving my scars.
I can see the irritation in them. He wants to know.
But I’m not ready. He goes back and kisses them all one more time.
He runs his broad hands up the outsides of my thighs and squeezes, releasing his own moan.
As if grasping my flesh brings him to the edge.
He hooks his long, callused fingers into the waistband of my jeans and panties and pulls.
They are tight against my flesh, so I wiggle a little to help him out, and he lets out a sigh.
"Fuck, I love the way you move your hips. "
I feel myself blushing, but I don't care. Once I am completely bare below him, he leans up, situated between my thighs, and I have to fight the urge to cover myself.
He loves you, Leo, so let him.
He picks up my foot and brings it up to his broad shoulder then gently kisses from my ankle to my knee. Every once in a while biting me too. With each touch of his lips to my skin, I feel goose bumps like feathers race up my body.
But then he gets to my next set of scars. The ones on my thighs.
“Leo.” His voice is full of sorrow.
“Phoenix.”
He lets out a defeated breath. "Fuck."
He kisses each scar there too, eight on this side.
Then he moves to the next leg. He doesn't ask about the ones on my other leg.
They are almost the same as the ones he just kissed.
But there are ten on this side. He crouches down now.
His face is right in front of my most private part.
Again, I fight the urge to run. Not because I don't want this, but because I'm afraid he will regret it.
But there is no hesitation on his part. He runs his tongue up my center.
“Oh my—,” I practically whine. The words and noises leave my throat without my control.
His tongue swirls around my clit. I can feel every slight movement, and it is torture in the best way.
I never knew anything could feel so amazing.
I feel a pulse down there that I have never felt before, a vibration almost. It's mind-numbing but also lights every nerve in my body.
Right now, all the signals are overloading my brain.
I feel the tension rising. He keeps switching between licking, sucking, and even biting me. And when his finger enters me slowly and then curl, I lose it.
“Everett!” I moan out his name, and I can feel his smile against my center as he continues to lap up my release. My body shakes uncontrollably. I don't know what's wrong with me. Is this supposed to happen?
“I can't stop shaking. Is this—I’ve never done that before,” I pant out.
“What? Been eaten out?” His smirk is arrogant.
“No…”
His smirk drops and he tilts his head, his brows pulling in. “Orgasmed?”
“Yeah. That’s the one.” My hands find my face to hide my embarrassment. I was so loud. I couldn't help it though! It was so overwhelming. Oh God… Was Natasha loud?
Leo, get her out of your head!
"What did I say about those hands, Leo?" He peels my hands from my face and traps them above my head. “And about those orgasms… let's see if we can do it again. Let's see how high I can make you soar."
“What—why?"
He leans over me, covering me with his body again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. A small kiss has me tasting something sweet on his lips. Is that… me?
"Because. The first time isn't always… pleasurable. I want to make sure you're ready. The more you finish, the wetter you will be and the less it will hurt. Hopefully." He places a quick kiss to my nose. "If this is too painful or too much, use your safe word. You ready?"
I nod and he leans up, resting his body onto his heels. He pulls his zipper down and shimmies his jeans down just enough to pull himself out. I've never seen a penis before but that is… way too big. That will never fit!
“No. That is not fitting inside me. Are you insane? Choose a different girl because I am not the one.”
He laughs like I’m joking. “You can take it. I’ll work you up to it.”
Kneeling between my thighs, he grabs both my legs and wraps them around his lower back, resting my thighs on his.
Then he runs the tip of his erection against my slit and circles my clit with his tip.
And repeats this again, and again, and again till I am a writhing mess beneath him.
He pushes a single finger inside me, then another when I let out a soft whimper. A plea for more.
As he pushes his fingers in and out of me, rubbing my clit with his erection, I lose it again. My legs are shaking, and I can’t catch my breath.
“You okay there, pretty bird?" He says with a playful smirk.
"I—No. Yes." I barely manage to get the words out.
He looks at my center and pulls his fingers out, circling my release over my clit. His eyes are mischievous as he takes his fingers and sucks them clean. Then they flutter closed in pure satisfaction. “Fuck. You, Leo, are my new favorite flavor.”
I am just staring at him in shock. Did he really just—
Then he dips them back into me. I think he is going to lick them again, but he brings them to my lips. “Open. I want you to taste yourself.”
And I do. His command is one I could not deny if I tried. He slides his fingers over my tongue, and I taste myself on his warm skin. Now that I am getting the full experience I can taste it more. It's almost bitter at first but then sweet and tangy.
Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he grips my chin and leans in closely. His face only inches from my own. My playful Ev is gone, he is serious now. “Leo. I'm going to ask you again. Are you sure you want this?”
He releases his grip and bushes his fingers against my cheek. I just nod. Unable to form words right now.
"Not good enough. I need to hear your voice."
"Yes." I beg.
He leans in to cover me with his body and kisses me deeply.
I feel the tip push at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he stretches me and then pauses. "Breathe, baby."
I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. I let it out and inhale again, and as I do, he pushes in a little more.
I feel a popping sensation and wince at the pain. "Ah—"
“I got you, baby. You’re doing so good. Just keep breathing.”
Once he is all the way in, he’s still for a few moments. And when I finally relax my muscles, he moves out slowly and back in just as slow. All the while, he continues to kiss me, a distraction for my pain.
He continues his slow strokes, and as my muscles relax more and more, he picks up the pace.
He is gentle with me, taking his time. He reaches down between us and begins to rub at my already sensitive bundle of nerves.
The sensation of that combined with him filling me is too much.
I clench my legs around him and moan into his mouth as I release for the third time.
“Good girl, Leo. That’s it.”
He quickly pulls out, leans back, and I feel his warm release on my belly. Grabbing his discarded t-shirt from the ground, he wipes his release off my skin. “Are you okay?”
“I think so. Maybe a little sore but it feels okay.” I roll to my side as he moves behind me. Curling his body around my smaller one. Encasing me in his warmth. His lips graze my shoulder slightly, the softest of kisses.
“You’re so beautiful, Leo. I hope you never forget that.
” His fingers run along the skin of my back, and I know he is tracing my scars.
Then he begins kissing them, like he did all my other ones.
Except these aren’t small, round imperfections, but long, straight lines that flaw the skin of my back.
Covering them all with kisses takes time.
Finally, he whispers, “Leo?”
“Phoenix.”
I will not let those memories take this moment from me.