Chapter Twelve
Sophia
I hadn’t known what to expect from my evening with Leo but getting hit in the throat with his come before I’d taken my clothes off hadn’t even been a possibility that had flickered through my mind.
I couldn’t say I was disappointed, and the taste of him unleashed something in me.
Not only had I never swallowed before, but I’d also never made a guy come with only my mouth and it unlocked a whole new level of confidence.
This gorgeous hockey player was groaning on the bed beneath me because I had reduced him to desperate need.
That feeling created a desperate need in me too.
When he’d kissed me, I’d relaxed into him, my core aching to grind against him.
He’d been hard and ready and was so good with his hands and his tongue that I’d nearly ripped my clothes off right then and there.
Now I needed those hands and lips on me again.
I licked him clean, relishing his shudders with each flick of my tongue, before slowly rising to stand in front of him. I expected an awkward lull as he recovered.
Do I need to tell him what I want? Do I even know what I want?
I didn’t have much time to worry about it because there was nothing awkward about the way he shot up and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me down on top of his lap with our mouths fused together again.
He shoved his tongue in my mouth and stood up, spinning around to lay me down on the bed.
He hovered over me, kissing down my jaw and along my neck until he reached the top of my chest and ran his tongue and lips over every inch of exposed skin.
He worked his way back up to my ear and groaned. “God, you are so beautiful.”
My first instinct was to write off his comments as things he said to all women in the heat of the moment, but there was something in his tone that sounded earnest and desperate, making me wonder if maybe he meant it.
He reached for the hem of my sweater and lifted my upper body against his chest as he pulled it off, exposing the black lace push-up bra I’d spent ten minutes deciding if I should wear or if it was too much.
He kissed along the swell of my breast and pulled the cups down, exposing my nipples.
He took one hungrily in his mouth, moaning as he sucked and reached behind my back with one hand, making quick work of removing the bra I’d spent so much time thinking about.
He moved to the other breast and cupped the one slick with his saliva in his hand. I arched my back into him, and he slowly sank to the floor in front of me, pulling at my jeans and panties until they were a pile on the floor in front of him.
There goes another five-minute undergarment decision that he didn’t even see.
He kissed down my stomach and gripped my hips to pull me toward him until my ass was at the edge of the bed. His lips left my body, and I lifted my head to look at him.
He took a deep breath, eyes locked on mine as he smiled and shook his head almost imperceptibly. He grabbed his dick, already hard again, pointing straight up, and gave it a couple of strokes. “You make me unnaturally hard, Hawaii.”
I smiled at the rush of pride that flooded my extremely aroused body. He said he’d need time to recover but apparently he’d underestimated his own arousal and that made me hot as hell. I wiggled, expecting him to fuck me, but he arched a brow instead.
“Not yet. I’ve got plans for you first.” He let go of his dick and wrapped his hands around my legs, spreading them wide and lifting them onto his shoulders.
A squeak of pleasure escaped me as I wrapped my legs around his neck and he spread my pussy with his fingers.
The anticipation was killing me. I squirmed, waiting for him to put his fingers inside me or to lower his lips but instead, he just admired my pussy, like he was enthralled.
Am I misreading what is happening? Once the doubt kicked in, it rushed to the surface and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see if he grimaced or seemed otherwise unsatisfied.
What if he doesn’t like the way it looks?
Is something weird down there? Would he tell me if it was?
I’m pretty sure waxing is the norm these days.
It’s the only way I’ve ever considered grooming myself, but what if he doesn’t like the bare look?
“Soph,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on my legs and his eyes shown with patience. “What are you thinking?”
My cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I really don’t want to tell you.”
“We’re only doing this if we’re honest with each other. Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I blurted.
God, that is the last fucking thing I want.
He chuckled. “Okay. Are you worrying about what I think of you now that I’m down here, face to face with everything?”
I nodded slowly.
Great, I’m a fucking disaster. How have I turned out like this when I have adults in my life who fuck like rabbits anywhere and everywhere? He is going to think I am one pathetic woman.
Leo took one finger and slowly ran it along the edge of my entrance.
I inhaled sharply.
“Can I tell you what I’m thinking so you don’t have to wonder?”
“Please,” I whispered.
That’s the whole point, right? Get feedback? If he has thoughts worth sharing, I can handle it.
His finger continued circling me as he spoke.
“I’m thinking that you are fucking gorgeous.
That the flush on your cheeks makes you even more beautiful than you usually are.
That your crystal-clear blue eyes are unbelievably stunning and if I keep looking at them it feels like I’m being pulled out to sea.
The tight little buds of your nipples make me want to slam myself inside of you and bury myself in what I’m pretty sure is the best smelling pussy I’ve ever knelt in front of. ”
I felt myself relaxing a little bit, afraid to fully let my guard down.
He slid one finger inside me, and I moaned at the relief.
“You’re very wet for me, Hawaii, and it’s a huge turn-on.”
He kissed my clit.
“This swollen little bundle of nerves here”—he kissed it again and I inhaled sharply, aching for more—“requires my attention and I’m more than happy to give it.”
He flicked his tongue over it, and I moaned again. He added another finger at the sound of my pleasure.
“And I’m actually wondering for the first time if I’m going to be able to give you what you asked for tonight, because if I stare at you too much longer, I might just blow again all over the floor.”
My jaw dropped and I looked down to see him squeezing his erection again. He tugged on his balls slightly, presumably to slow himself down.
“Is that enough feedback for you to relax again?” he asked.
I nodded and opened my mouth to respond but his lips closed around my clit and the words died on my tongue. He sucked gently before looking up at me again.
“Lie back, Sophia. The only thing I want you to think about right now is how good this feels.” I let my head drop down to the bed and Leo ran his tongue along my slit before focusing his attention on my clit while his fingers moved rhythmically inside me.
I’d climaxed with Connor, but usually only after a lot of instruction, imagination, and assistance on my end.
Never once had I felt like I was about to peak this quickly or without any effort needed on my part.
I sank into the bed and grabbed Leo’s head with both of my hands as I pushed my hips into him.
His fingers moved faster, and I met his thrusts with desperation.
The pressure inside me was building and it felt like this orgasm was crashing into me.
“Leo,” I screamed, planning to tell him I was going to come but unable to get out anything but his name before every muscle in my body went ridged and I screamed in pleasure, seizing beneath him and riding wave after wave of overwhelming sensation.
The tremors lessened and I came down, releasing my grip on his hair and he lifted his head.
He stood up and grabbed his dick. “I need to be inside you, Hawaii.” He reached for the nightstand and pulled out a condom, rolling it on his ridiculously large erection as I caught my breath.
Just how big is that thing?
“Are you ready?” he asked, leaning over me with an iron grip on his dick
“Yes,” I said, lifting my hips to meet him as he guided himself inside me.
His eyes rolled backward, and he pushed slowly inside.
His size created a burning, stretching sensation at first, but he took his time, repeatedly pushing in an inch and then pulling out to rub along my slit, each time rubbing against my clit and sending a shudder of pleasure through me, until finally, he pushed all the way in and groaned.
“Fuck, baby. This is going to be faster than I want it to be for you.” He groaned again and took a deep breath. “You are fucking tight.”
“Yeah, I know. We established this. Lack of experience, remember?”
He slowly moved his hips and moaned. “I can’t even remember my name right now, Hawaii.”
“Or mine, apparently,” I said with an eye roll.
He wrapped an arm around my back, pulled out, and flipped me over without warning, slamming himself back inside me as he reached under my hips and found my clit without any difficulty at all. “Sophia, your pussy is a fucking dream.”
With each punishing thrust of his hips he shifted his angle slightly. “I need you to come for me, baby. I need you to tell me when I find it.”
Find what? You’ve already found my clit—multiple times, with zero guidance.
He rubbed circles over my clit with two fingers, quickly causing the pressure to build inside me again. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, clearly struggling as his dick shifted to another angle.
“Ahhh,” I yelled with overwhelming pleasure as a new sensation hit deep in my belly. “What the—”
He chuckled. “I found it.”
“Oh my God,” I panted. “Oh, Leo.” I took a breath as I adjusted to the way the pressure in my core skyrocketed.
Well, no one’s ever found that spot before.
“That is—”