Chapter 11 Sora
SORA
I never knew a kiss could feel so erotic. But when Leo’s lips find mine, my pulse skyrockets, my skin lighting on fire despite the chill from being so bare.
His tongue dances out to trace the seam of my mouth, and my lips part on a soft gasp.
Then he’s pressing deeper, tasting me as the wine he’s been drinking flavors our kiss.
One big, warm hand slides around my waist, Leo’s fingers spreading as they find my stomach, pulling me back against him.
I can feel his erection, thick and hard against my tailbone through the skimpy lace of my panties—the only shred of clothing I have left besides my heels.
It’s overwhelming, the heat of his body against my prickling skin, and the clash of temperatures awakens my nerve endings, intensifying every touch.
A whimper rushes from me as his hand moves upward to palm my breast, the warmth seeping into my chest.
It feels dangerously inviting, and when Leo groans, his fingers kneading the supple skin, I feel the vibrations of it like an earthquake in my very soul.
“You’re so deliciously perfect, Princess,” he murmurs, keeping my chin trapped between his finger and thumb so I can’t turn away.
Then he seals my lips with his once more before he lets that hand, too, explore my body.
I’ve never felt so completely possessed, like he’s branding my flesh with each caress, claiming every inch of me for his own.
I never dreamed I could want him to so badly.
My heart feels like it might just beat right out of my chest. My knees are weak with the adrenaline surging through my body, my head spinning from the lack of oxygen and potent desire.
Leo’s hand slowly travels down my stomach, inching closer to the top of my panties, and wet arousal dampens the fabric between my thighs. It’s all I can do to cling to his forearms to keep myself upright.
We’ve gone from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. Leo hasn’t even bothered to remove his dinner jacket.
But as time flies forward, each moment stretches into eternity, making my nervous anticipation all the more excruciating.
I want to feel where this erotic pleasure leads. And at the same time, I’m terrified of what comes next.
My mother warned me that there isn’t always satisfaction in sex. But then, why do so many women fall into bed with Leo?
Thinking about it only compounds the agonizing anxiety that grips me, so I do my best to shove it from my mind, focusing on the way his fingers awaken a molten need deep inside me.
It’s shocking to realize that as much as I fantasized about the way Leo might touch me, the real thing is exponentially better.
He’s taking his time, savoring the moment as I squirm beneath his palms, my skin suddenly too hot and tight to ignore.
I gasp, my jaw dropping as his hand slides inside my panties, his fingers brushing against the intensely sensitive peak of my thighs.
He groans as his tongue delves inside my mouth, deepening the kiss as he cups my sex.
And when his fingers press between my folds, I cry out, already on the brink of climax.
“God, you’re so wet for me, Cattiva,” he rasps, his deep voice hoarse and dripping with arousal.
His hips press forward, his erection grinding between my ass cheeks, and I shudder violently as I fight the urge to rock into his hand.
“Is that good?” I murmur, my voice unnaturally high because I’m so nervous.
A low, dark chuckle rumbles from Leo’s chest, vibrating through me and warming my body.
“I think I’m going to like educating you about the sins of the flesh,” he breathes against my neck. Then he traps my earlobe between his teeth and lightly bites down.
A strangled cry rushes past my lips as my clit throbs, my core tightening.
He just bit me, but even through the sharp pain, a burst of pleasure flooded my body, and that slick wetness between my thighs is suddenly much closer to dripping.
“Mmm.” Leo hums approval. “Yes, that’s very good, Cattiva. The wetter you are, the better it’s going to feel when I’m inside you.”
Holy hell. I never realized such lewd words could sound so sexy, but when Leo talks like that, it sends tingling anticipation rippling out to my extremities.
Suddenly, I’m more excited than anxious about what comes next, and my breathing intensifies as I feel his cock twitch against my tailbone.
Running his arousal-slicked fingers back to my clit, he slowly starts to circle, sending zinging pleasure up my spine and turning my legs to Jell-O.
My knees give out, and Leo catches me with the arm wrapped around my ribcage, his palm still holding my breast.
Holding me firmly against his chest, he nuzzles the curve of my neck and purrs, “Tell me, Cattiva, if no one’s ever touched you like this before, have you ever touched yourself?”
Too embarrassed to speak, I nod slowly, my cheeks flaming when I think about doing so just the night before.
He gives another low hum of appreciation and lightly nips the sensitive skin behind my ear. “And what did you think about while you did it?” he murmurs.
I cannot tell him. Admitting the truth would be too mortifying to survive. “You,” I blurt, my mouth taking on a life of its own.
A sharp breath hisses past his teeth, the sound making my core clench, and his cock throbs against me.
“Really?” he asks with a hint of disbelief. “Or are you just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear?”
The suggestion makes my confession all the more embarrassing, and I squirm to break free from his embrace as a hot flush spreads across my skin. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything,” I say, my defenses flying up as my dirty little secret suddenly feels like something he can use against me.
But Leo’s arms are impossibly strong, and he pulls me tighter against his body, his fingers delving back between my folds as he keeps me trapped by force and pleasure until I’m panting breathlessly.
“Easy, Princess. I didn’t mean to offend you—”
“Just call me a manipulative liar,” I hiss, but the fury in my delivery falls short when the words come out closer to a moan of pleasure.
Another low chuckle vibrates from his chest, the aftershocks making my heart stutter.
“You’re right. You just caught me by surprise. You keep doing that, you know,” he murmurs, pressing a searing kiss to the base of my neck where it meets my shoulder. “But rather than turning this into a fight, why don’t you forgive my careless words and tell me what it is I did in your fantasy?”
This can’t be happening.
I’m utterly lost for words at the thought of telling him how I pictured him doing exactly this—only with a few more layers between us.
“Did I touch you like this?” he presses when I stay silent.
His fingers swirl more intently around my clit, releasing fresh bursts of pleasure that crackle up my spine. Whimpering as I melt back against him, I nod.
“How about this?” he asks, his fingers sliding between my folds, and he presses one deep inside my entrance.
I’ve never touched myself like that before in any intimate fashion, and the explosion of sensation is so foreign and shocking it makes me clench around him.
“Cazzo,” he hisses, the sudden switch to Italian unleashing fire in my veins.
I don’t know what it means, but it sounds entirely too sexy.
“You’re so tight, Princess,” he murmurs, withdrawing his finger to the tip before sliding it back inside me.
I don’t even recognize the lusty moan that rushes past my lips as he touches a part of me that makes fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before. It’s not the tingling release of climax I feel from touching myself. This is something much richer, a deep, pulsing need that flares to life like a supernova.
“Leo,” I gasp, the electric excitement overwhelming my senses as the heel of his palm presses against my clit at the same time.
“You like that, don’t you, Cattiva? My perfectly untouched little princess,” he rasps, his warm breath washing across my skin.
Goosebumps burst across my flesh as every muscle in my body tightens.
Brassy bells ring in my ears, and I grip Leo’s arms for dear life as I shatter into a million pieces.
I cry out as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve felt before rips through me, flooding my body with molten relief. Shuddering violently, I twitch in his arms, unable to control myself.
“Good girl,” he purrs as he presses his lips against my throat.
Then his fingers slide out of me, and before I can collapse, he scoops me up in his arms. Dizzy from the intensity of my release, I lounge limply against his chest, my cheek finding his shoulder as my eyelids droop dangerously.
“Are you ready for your second lesson in pleasure, Sora?” he teases lightly, carrying me toward the sprawling king-sized bed.
His voice caresses my name like a delicate rose, wrapping softly around it like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever said. It makes me wonder how I could have ever imagined he didn’t want me, and my defenses melt against the powerful heat of his affections.
We haven’t even reached the big show, and already, I feel like I’ve been reborn into a world where sex and pleasure could be the only driving forces that matter to me.
I’ve spent the first eighteen years of my life dreading this night, when I would have to give myself to a man likely twice my age, a man who would use my body to satisfy his needs and put a baby inside me.
And while Leo is nearly twice my age at fourteen years my senior, I suddenly don’t know that it’s such a bad thing. Because he knows exactly how to satisfy my needs. And tonight, he’s not holding back.
“Yes,” I breathe, my stomach quivering with anticipation and a healthy dose of fresh nerves.
Lowering me onto the bed, he stands tall as he shrugs out of his dinner jacket and tosses it aside with reckless abandon. His bowtie quickly follows, then his cummerbund.
I should probably help him, like he helped me out of my dress, but my fingers feel numb, and I’m still catching my breath after the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.
Leo doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he undoes several of the top buttons on his shirt, letting the collar open with a devilish kind of dishevelment, before he turns his molten gaze back on me.
“Don’t you… have to be naked for this part too?” I ask, my eyes flicking down to the considerable bulge in his dress pants. My heart skips a beat just thinking about the size of what’s hidden beneath his zipper.
A wicked grin spreads across his proud face, and his hands wrap around my thighs as he turns me, tugging my hips to the edge of the bed with surprising strength.
I yelp, the sudden motion making my body tense, and as he steps between my knees, heat blossoms in my belly.
“Not yet,” he says playfully, sinking slowly to his knees.
Butterflies burst to life in my stomach at the sight of him kneeling between my thighs.
What in God’s name is he doing?
His fingers curl around the waistband of my panties, and my pulse quickens until my heart is beating frantically against its cage.
“What…?” I breathe as he slides my lace undies down my hips and legs, guiding them over the sharp points of my heels.
But I can’t finish my sentence as I’m laid completely bare for him to see, and his face is less than a foot away from the most intimate part of me.
“I’m going to show you all the different ways I can make you come, Cattiva,” he promises, his dark eyes bright with excitement. “And teach you how to satisfy me.”
Then he presses his lips to the inside of my thigh—right where I pictured him touching me last night.
I gasp, my back arching as he guides my knees onto his shoulders, slowly kissing his way closer to the peak of my thighs.
Self-conscious arousal burns in my cheeks as my clit throbs with fresh anticipation.
If this is the kind of lover Leo is, I might never want to leave his bed.
All I can hear over the roar of my pulse are the soft mewls that rush involuntarily past my lips with every soft caress.
And when his breath washes, hot and enticing, across my sex, I’m already on the cusp of a second orgasm.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he breathes across my clit.
“I… I want to come again,” I whisper, completely out of my depths when it comes to saying something sexy like he can.
But still, he hums appreciatively, the sound rippling across my flesh and making my core clench deliciously.
Then he holds my gaze as he spreads his tongue across my entrance and licks me like a dripping ice cream cone.
The wet heat of his mouth as he slides between my folds is enough to send me out of my skin, and when the tip of his tongue flicks across my clit, I can’t bite back the scream.
If anyone just happens to be in our wing of the house, I have no doubt they heard me.
But I can’t seem to stop myself. Watching him taste me is the single most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, and when he swallows deeply, licking his glistening lips like I’m the best dessert he’s ever tasted, I nearly come undone.
“So sweet,” he purrs against my feverish flesh before leaning in for another taste.
Only this time, when he reaches my clit, he wraps his lips around it, sucking the swollen flesh between his teeth.
With a wail, I collapse back onto the bed, my fingers fisting in the sheets as I come so hard and fast, it makes the world spin around me.