30. It Changed Things
It Changed Things
Leo
‘ Ah ,’ Zoe gasps as her back hits the wall, but I don’t have time to apologize as her fingers grip my hair and pull me closer.
She’s here. She’s in my arms.
‘Zo,’ I groan as she kisses her way down my neck, and I can’t wait, can’t slow down. ‘Should we stop?’
‘No,’ she protests loudly, and I growl as she rolls her hips against my rock-solid dick trapped under my jeans.
‘ Fuck .’
Taking her weight with one arm, pressing her into the wall a little more, I reach down between our bodies and pop the top button on my jeans as my knuckles graze her panties and the sensitive flesh beneath, and she seeks out my mouth once more.
I turn my fingers from my buttons to stroke them over the damp lace between her legs.
‘Leo, please.’
Well, shit. That please is my undoing.
I turn us and sit her on the chair, unbuttoning my jeans the whole way while she shuffles out of her panties and spreads her thighs.
‘Goddam.’ I swallow hard at the vision in front of me and reach into my jeans to pull my dick out. I want to do so many things with this woman, but right now, I need to be inside her more than I need air.
Her eyes widen as she lowers her attention to my dick. It’s been inside her a couple of times, but I don’t actually think she’s ever seen it. I push the thought aside as I stalk forward and grip her thighs to pull her toward me.
‘What do you want?’ I repeat the question I’ve already asked her twice today.
‘ Whatever you want to give me,’ she repeats her answer. Her voice is breathy, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and I reach between her legs as I dip my head to kiss her.
My tongue tangles with hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. It’s messy — teeth and tongues and gasps and moans as I stroke my fingers through the wet heat I feel starving for, and she trembles against me.
‘Now, please , I’m ready.’
Her words are a desperate plea, but she’s a small woman, and I’m a big guy. I don’t want to hurt her.
I lower my fingers from her sensitive clit to her entrance, two fingers sliding into her easily. I groan against her open mouth at the tightness, but she was right. She’s soaking — silky wetness coats my fingers as I slide a third in easily. She’s ready.
I wrap a hand around my cock and step closer, running the head through the wetness before pushing into her just a little.
‘Leo,’ she growls, frustrated, and I laugh as I surge forward without warning. ‘ Oh, fuck .’
Her head falls back, and her lips part, and I want to make a comment about her whining, but as I feel her wrapped around me, her body adjusting to accept me, I can’t speak.
‘You feel so good.’ She moans, and well, if that doesn’t make my dick just a little bit harder.
‘Gonna fuck you now.’
‘About time.’
Smirking as I shake my head, I grip her hips in my hands, and she leans back, supporting her own weight on her arms as I pull almost all the way out and slam back into her, pushing the air from her lungs as her mouth falls open.
‘You going to sass me the whole time?’
I pull out again.
‘That depends if you’re going to get to it or keep talking.’
I raise one eyebrow, grinning at the fire in her eyes. This woman.
I don’t say anything else. I just lean forward into her space a little more, finding her lips with mine as I drive into her, and I’m done. I can’t play games. I need to feel her unravel for me, and I need to see it, hear it. I need to give her everything.
I fuck her somewhere between hard and sweet, pushing into her body over and over as she gasps and moans, loudly begging for more.
As her head falls back and deep, primal moans fall from her parted lips, I know she’s close, and thank fuck, because I’m hanging on by a thread. Releasing her hip, I lower my hand between us and press my thumb to her clit.
‘ Yes ,’ she sighs as I stroke with the pad of my thumb. ‘ That , I… oh , I’m…’
‘I know, baby.’ I groan as she tightens under me, squeezing my dick as she contracts and releases with her orgasm, and I can’t hold on anymore. ‘ Fuck .’
I drop my head back, breathing hard and deep as I come inside her.
‘You fucked up your stencil,’ she says weakly, and I look down to see my hand on her thigh, the smudged design beneath it, and I laugh.
‘I changed my mind on the design anyway.’ She grins up at me, and I feel slight panic — don’t run this time, Zo. ‘Stay with me tonight.’
She doesn’t speak, but the softness in her eyes, the sweet smile, and the brief nod says everything. She’s not running.
I’m not tattooing her today. As I pulled myself from her body, all I wanted to do was carry her upstairs to my apartment and keep her there. With the promise of food and an appointment in the book for next week, I managed to convince her to give me time to work on something perfect for her and give me this afternoon, tonight, and tomorrow morning to work on her .
As I close the apartment door behind us and she walks into the space she walked away from months ago, things feel a little strange.
‘You doing okay, Zo?’ I ask as I notice her looking around and feel the need to break the silence. She inhales deeply as she turns to me and nods, yes.
‘I missed you so much.’ She surprises me, and I step toward her slowly, tentatively, as though she’s a scared animal that might run if I move too fast.
‘I missed you every damn day.’ I take a deep breath as she holds out her hands for mine, and I take them, stepping closer again. ‘Things got a little weird.’
She laughs. ‘Things got a lot weird, honey.’
Yes, they did.
‘We should talk about it, Zo.’ We never cleared the air. It was so messed up, and we just walked away from each other.
‘I know, but can I take a shower, put on something comfy, and we can talk over food?’
I smile and nod, yes. She’s still not running.
‘Sure you can. I’ll find you something to put on.’
‘Holy shit, this is good.’
We ordered in from a Vietnamese place right around the corner, and she’s right. It is fucking good, but I’m a little distracted by the sight of Zoe in one of my t-shirts, and well, nothing else.
‘You’re staring again,’ she says, her mouth full of the bite she just took, and I laugh.
‘I can’t help it.’
She can’t hide her smile, and I want to understand what’s happening today. She’s different — she seems free, fun — she seems ready to see what we can be.
I probably could have showered with her. She was looking at me like she wanted me to, but no. We may have had sex, but it’s always been an eruption of passion, never something we took our time over, and even though my dick hates me for it, I don’t want us to be laid bare for each other unless it’s more than a quick fuck she’s going to hate herself for and run from. Next time I’m inside her, I want to take my time, knowing I have plenty of it with her.
So, I got her a shirt and told her to order while I showered. Now, I’m sitting here in just some shorts, loving her company but wondering what’s next.
‘Zo, what’s happening right now?’
I ask without meaning to, and she gazes up at me, understanding my question.
‘I got sick of missing you.’
While I love that admission, it’s not enough.
‘And now you’re here, with me, you don’t have to miss me anymore. So what is this?’
‘I don’t know.’ She swallows and takes a sip of her drink. ‘I just know that this is where I want to be.’ I nod. She’s not going anywhere, and we have time to figure this out. ‘You’re bigger,’ she says as I take a swig of my beer, and it almost comes back out of my nose.
‘What?’ I cough as she laughs.
‘Oh my god.’ She hands me a napkin, still giggling. ‘I wasn’t talking about your manhood.’ Fuck, she’s cute. ‘I don’t think that could get any bigger and still be considered normal.’ I cough again as she takes a breath and seems to shiver. Christ . ‘I meant your physique. Your arms, your chest, and, man oh man, your thighs.’
She eats me up with her eyes and fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel good.
‘I have been working out a lot, found myself with a lot of extra energy recently, and I needed to burn it off, so taking it to the gym seemed like a good plan.’
‘I never imagined you hitting the gym on the regular.’
‘Well,’ I might as well put it all out there now, ‘I stopped doing the thing I used to do to blow off steam,’ I watch her and wait for the penny to drop, and her eyes widen as I smirk. Sex. I stopped having sex. ‘So, I needed another outlet.’
‘Why?’ The question pops out of her as though she didn’t mean to ask and I know this is the moment. The last time she was here with me, when she walked out of my life, and I didn’t know if she’d ever walk back in. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she left me a changed man.
‘I wanted you more than I wanted to hook up.’
‘So what now?’
I stand and reach for her hand. ‘Come with me.’