40. Chapter 39
Leo
“Pink or blue?”
The girl behind the counter holds up two balls and Ria grins at me. “Mini golf?”
“What? Scared I’ll beat you?” Snaking my hand around her hip and pulling her close to me, I kiss her cheek.
“As if. Pink, please.” She smiles sweetly at the girl who passes her the pink ball and golf club before she passes me the blue set.
“You’re on.”
“I play to win.” She bumps her hip against mine and slips out of my hold.
“So do I.” We head to the first hole and Ria takes in the surroundings.
When I came across this place, I instantly knew she would love it.
With its outdoor feel and the added bonus of her being able to kick my ass, I knew I had to bring her here.
She is fiercely competitive and it’s something I admire about her.
Fire always burns brighter in her eyes when she has a challenge.
“This place is incredible. Look at the Ferris wheel.” She grabs hold of my arm, and the heat of her touch settles in my chest. I love how comfortable she is becoming, touching me in ways she has never done before. “Are there carnival games over there?”
“Yep. We can go over there after I’ve whooped your ass at crazy golf.” I wink.
“Fighting words.” Grinning wildly at me, she pulls me toward the hole. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
Before she can slip out of my hold, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Either way I’m winning tonight.”
Swallowing, she takes a step back, shakes her head, and lines up her first shot.
I watch as she checks the angles and hits the ball with perfect precision, and it sinks straight into the first hole.
“Yes.” Bouncing up and down, she goes to retrieve her ball, and my heart flutters at how free she looks right now. “Come on. It's your turn.”
With each hole, she relaxes further, and I have taken every opportunity to have her in my space, kiss her neck, or tuck her into my side.
We’re tied on points at the last hole, and her competitive streak takes over as she shakes me off and lines up her shot.
She strikes the ball, and we both watch as it drops into the hole and she thrusts her hands into the sky. “I win.”
“Always so humble, Ri Ri.”
“No point in playing if you don’t want to win.” She dances next to me, and I huff out a laugh.
“You’re ridiculous. Come on, Rory Mcllroy, let’s get you some food before you show me up at the whack-a-mole.”
We are seated in the bright dining hall at a small booth that gives us the perfect view of the whole restaurant. Ivy trails from the ceiling, adding to the clean, vibrant style.
“I don’t know why but this isn’t what I expected.” Ria’s eyes bounce around, surveying the space.
“What do you mean?” I ask, trailing my fingers along her arm as she leans her head on my shoulder.
“This date. I had some posh six-course meal in my head.”
“You don’t need all that fluff.”
“I really don’t.” She sighs. “You really do listen, don’t you?”
“To what’s important, yes.”
Shifting slightly so she’s staring straight at me, blue eyes sparkling, she says softly, “You’re special, Leo.”
I dust the backs of my knuckles down her cheek, my tone light when I reply, “There’s nothing special about me, Ri Ri.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” She rests her head back on my shoulder and wraps her arm across me, her palm grazing my abs and making me tense. “I’ve always known you were different, unique. Based on this date and how you’ve treated me, you’re pretty good at being someone’s partner.”
“I didn’t want to be just anyone’s partner.
There has only ever been one person who has made me want to stand still.
” She tenses and she tries to remove her hand, but I halt her, intertwining our fingers.
“You make me want to slow down.” She doesn’t look at me as I continue to show her a small part of my truth.
“To breathe slower, be calmer, clear my mind.” Bringing her hand to rest on my chest, she splays her fingers.
“This beats differently around you. Faster, harder, louder.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the reason I’ve never had a girlfriend, Ri Ri, is because they were never you.”
As we walk into Ria’s house, my heart is thundering in my chest. I’ve been fun and flirty all evening.
I’ve made sure she hasn’t had to think about anything.
I’ve looked after everything, and now I’m going to look after her in a completely different way.
After what I told her at dinner, I wasn't sure how she was going to react, but she stayed close and was more intimate and flirty. But now as she fidgets with her keys, I’m worried she’s overthinking everything.
Clasping her hands, I take the keys from her, placing them on the sideboard. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She swallows roughly.
“Can you go into your bedroom and wait for me?” Nodding, she looks up at me with a hint of vulnerability but a hell of a lot of desire.
“Good. I just need to get some things.” She slowly walks away, peering over her shoulder at me, and I give her a reassuring smile.
Once she is out of view, I let out a long breath before heading to the kitchen.
Collecting some ice in one of Ria’s black mugs and bottles of water from the fridge, I gather my thoughts and walk up the stairs to her room.
The door is slightly ajar and I release a stuttering breath.
I need to be confident. I need her to trust me, and if I waver, she won’t.
I have never once wavered before; this is where I come alive.
Pushing open the door, I almost let my confidence fall as my eyes land on Ria, sitting on the edge of her bed, hands clasped on her lap. “Jesus, you look perfect.” Her vulnerable gaze swings to me.
“What do I need to do? Oh, God.” She rubs her temples. “I’m already shit at this.” She goes to stand. Quickly, I place the water and ice on the dresser and gently push her back to sit on the bed.
Tilting her face up with two fingers, I say calmly, “You’re nervous.
But we can fix that.” Reaching up, I release the tie from around my neck and undo the top buttons of my shirt.
Holding the material out, I drape it over her eyes, tying the silk around her and securing the fabric with a knot.
Her chest heaves as I glide the backs of my fingers across her cheeks. “How does that feel?”
“Okay, but why don’t you want me to see you?” Her voice wobbles slightly and she holds her hands in her lap.
“I want you to feel everything and not be distracted. Removing your sense of sight means everything else is heightened.” Trailing my fingers down the column of her neck, I watch her throat work.
Bending, I take her lips in mine softly, loving the moan that slips from her lips.
We kiss slowly, our tongues tangling and gliding against each other.
Reluctantly, I pull back and she chases my lips.
“Patience, baby.” She visibly shivers, and her hands in her lap move to knot in my shirt.
Taking her hands, I pull her to stand and place them on my chest. “Take it off, Ri.”
“What?” she stutters.
“My shirt. Take it off.”
Fumbling with my buttons, she undoes them one by one. Once she has released the last one, she glides her palms across my heated skin. Trailing them along each ridge of my abs and across my pecs sends tremors through my entire body. Pushing the fabric off my shoulders, I let it fall to the ground.
“Your body feels insane,” she says in a hushed tone.
Pausing her movements, she leaves one hand on my chest while her other reaches for the buttons of her blouse, deftly undoing them one by one.
The lace of her black bra peeks out, and I reach out to help her undo the final buttons and slide the smooth fabric off her delicate shoulders.
I gulp as her pebbled nipples strain against the thin lace.
Reaching behind her back, she drags the zipper of her skirt down, and it falls away from her hips to pool at her feet, revealing her thin black thong sitting high on her hips.
Her knees hit the back of the bed, and she sits and leans back on her hands, lifting her chest up.
Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more extraordinary in my life.
Her curvy body is arched for me, my navy tie wrapped around her eyes proving that she is relenting and offering herself to me.
I’m holding on by a very small fucking thread, but this is about her.
Showing her how handing over her control to someone and allowing them to look after every part of her is what she needs.
“How do you feel?” I rasp, taking a step back while keeping my eyes locked on the fucking dream of a woman laid out before me. With shaky hands, I collect one of the ice cubes I brought up with me.
“Desperate.” Her hands clench as she swallows roughly.
“What for?” Stepping between her thighs and leaning down, I trail kisses along her jaw.
“You to touch me.”
“I will.” I nip at her flesh on her shoulder.
“Just not yet.” She groans and I can’t help the soft chuckle that falls from my lips.
“Slide up the bed, baby.” Quickly, she scrambles up the bed until her head rests on the pillows.
“You really are desperate, aren't you, baby?” The bed dips as I move up from the end and settle between her parted thighs, circling my finger over her heated skin.
“This is torture.” Whimpering, she moves to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples, but I quickly take her wrists and pin them above her head, causing her to gasp.
“Your pleasure is coming from my touch tonight. If you can’t keep these here”—I push her hands deeper into the mattress, making her squirm—“then I’ll have to tie them up too, understand?
” She nods and I drop a kiss to her heaving chest before sitting back on my heels.
“Fuck, baby, if you could see how fucking beautiful you look.” My cock is straining in my pants, begging for me to release it and bury it deep inside her.
The ice cube balanced between my fingers drips onto my thigh, soaking through my pant leg, and knocks me out of my daze.
Leaning down, I hold it over her chest that is rapidly rising and falling, and when it finally drips, she shudders and shrieks.
“What was that?” she rasps.
“Shh.” Bringing the ice cube down, I circle one nipple through the lace of her bra, and she thrusts her chest higher.
“Fuck, Leo.”
Dragging the cube along her heated skin, I revel in the way she squirms underneath me but keeps her hands above her head.
Obedient.
Submissive.
Licking the trail the ice has left, I keep her hip firmly in place as she tries and fails to chase a high that I’m not going to give her just yet. The cube melts completely against her skin, and I brush my thumb against her hard nipple.
“Take it off.” She pushes her chest high, begging breathlessly.
Flicking the front clasp open and peeling the material away, I suck in a deep breath when her breasts fall free.
Helping her remove the straps from her shoulders, I can’t tear my eyes away from her perfect chest. Her rosy, pink nipples are tight, and when I cup her soft full breasts in my hands, I can’t stop the growl that falls free as she sighs in relief.
“That feels so good.” Wanting to intensify her pleasure, I flatten my tongue against her hardened nub before sucking it in my mouth, lapping at her gently and nipping her sensitive flesh, marking her.
When I stand back up to go and get another ice cube, she reaches out for me and it makes my heart soar.
“I’m coming back, baby.” Visibly sagging in relief, she sighs.
The mattress dips and I circle her navel with the cube and take it lower.
Her breath catches as I drag it across the seam of her thong and down to her already soaked pussy.
Hooking my finger tenderly under the fabric, pushing it to the side, my heart pounds loudly in my ears.
Her perfect pussy is bare and her clit is throbbing and begging for my touch.
“You’re absolutely perfect.” Grazing the tips of my fingers through her wetness, I’m in total awe of her.
Her legs widen even farther, giving me the perfect view.
Dragging the cube through her heat, I watch in fascination as she grinds the cube against her clit.
Once the cube has melted, I use the juices dripping from her to coat my fingers and tease her entrance before pulling away.
“Fuck, stop teasing me,” she whimpers.
I curl my fingers in the waistband of her thong, and she lifts her hips, allowing me to drag it down her legs. Throwing them to the side, I palm my cock through my pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure building. “How are you feeling now?”
“Like I’m about to burst. Please touch me.”
Circling her entrance, I tease her further until I can’t take it anymore, and I push one finger inside and she clenches.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” I grit out, continuing to pump in and out, stretching her more when I add another finger and scissor them.
Her hips chase the pleasure she is so desperate for, but once again I hold her firmly.
“Mine to control, remember, baby.” She nods frantically as I push down on her hip and curl my fingers to hit her G-spot, causing her to call out and her moans to become erratic.
Stroking her faster, her walls begin to spasm around my fingers, and I move the palm of my hand to apply a small amount of pressure to her pubic bone.
Her body sags before a tremor runs through her and her whole body bows, but I keep the pressure on her, holding her to the mattress while my fingers continue to move in and out of her, the palm of my hand hitting her clit with every pulse.
She lets out the most erotic scream I have ever heard as she comes, and wetness coats my hand, the sheets, and her thighs.
Watching in total awe as her juices drip and pulse out of her pussy, I slow my movements but don’t remove my fingers until she is completely lax in front of me.
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “I’ve never…that’s never happened before.” She covers her face with her hands even though her eyes are still covered by the tie. Crawling up her body, I peel them away and lift the tie, and she squints as her eyes readjust.
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed about that; it was fucking hot. And I’m doing it again.”