46. Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Maeve Henderson
I never thought I'd wake up wrapped up in Leon, but here we are.
I woke up to the sun shining in my face from the window and moved to roll over onto my other side, only to realize that I couldn’t. My head was firmly planted on Leon's bare chest, and I even had a leg thrown over his hips. One of his arms is around my shoulders, holding me against him, and the other arm is holding my thigh over top of him.
Honestly, it's nice. I like how this feels. His room is cold, but he is warm, and we're piled under the same blankets together. I kind of like this.
I may not love everything about this situation. I wish he would wear a dang condom, I wish I could leave his house and actually see the world, but I can't deny that I had liked Leon when I met him, I can't deny that he is treating me well, and I can't deny that I enjoy the sex.
It kind of hurts; going from Shelby and her small toys to Leon is a bit of a change, but it’s still nice.
I thought it was only supposed to hurt the first time, but I still feel myself tensing up when he enters me. I still find myself feeling like I'm going to rip in half the further he gets, and it still feels like he's invading my organs when he pushes in as far as he can reach.
Heck, even right now, I can still feel a lingering soreness from last night.
I readjust how I'm laying, trying to get the weight off of my hip, but I must wake Leon. His hold tightens on me. "Keep rubbing that pussy on me, and I'm going to fuck it." He says in a voice still thick with sleep that sends a shiver down my spine.
How does he have this effect on me? My pussy is still throbbing from yesterday, but I still kind of wish he'd follow through with his threat.
I don't respond, but Leon grips my thigh and my waist, hauling me up on top of him until I'm straddling his hips.
I can feel how excited he is underneath me, making me tempted to grind on him. "You look beautiful this morning." Leon says. I find myself blushing as his fingers trace across a couple of the countless bite marks throughout my body.
I'm sensing a pattern here. I have teeth marks on my nipples, and they're bruised and sore. I have love bites on my stomach and probably more places I can't see from him.
I plant my hands on his chest, on each side of the "Y" scarred into his body, and I feel his hands dig into my hips, dragging me across his hardening cock. I groan every time the head drags across my sensitive clit. "I want to see you get yourself off on my cock, ma petite fleur." He insists.
I shouldn't indulge in this, but I start to grind my hips against him, feeling his hardening length rub between me and cause a friction that I'm somehow already desperate for. "That's my girl." He groans. His hands stay planted on my hips, digging into the flesh in a deliciously painful way.
Even how sore I feel somehow heightens the feeling.
"I can't…” I say when it starts to feel like too much. I'm too close, I'm too sensitive, I want it too badly.
"You can, ma fleur. It's okay. Just drop yourself down on my cock and ride me." He says calmly.
I feel his hands kneading my hips, gripping me tightly, but should I listen?
This would be me instigating sex.
Is that what I want?
Leon grins up at me. He grips onto my hips, dragging me across his cock again and making me flood him with need. "It's okay. You can do it, ma fleur. Just guide yourself onto me at any pace you need." He says.
He already knows I'm horny, so what's the point in denying him?
I sit up a little, grabbing hold of his cock with one hand. Leon lets out a groan, hissing through his teeth, and I immediately let go of him. "Keep going. You're okay. It just feels good when you grab me." He insists.
I look into his eyes for any hint that he's lying to spare my feelings, but I can't see any. So, I resume what I'm doing. I grab onto his cock again, guiding it to my opening. I don't have to worry about lubricant; I already effectively soaked him without even getting off. I would be embarrassed if he wasn't so turned on by me. "That's it, fleur. Fuck yourself on my cock." He groans.
I'm surprised to feel that Leon isn't forcing anything. He's letting me lower down on him as slowly as I need to, even though I know it's far too slow for him, but I'm still sore from last night, and he's big.
"I can't." I say with a huff, leaning my head back for a second.
Leon starts to rub his hands up and down my ribs, surprising me with how soothing the gesture feels. "If you want to stop, we can. Or you can just drop down at once and just sit there until you're comfortable." He offers.
He stares up at me like he has all the patience in the world for me to decide. I can't see how. He's already halfway inside of me and I know it must be driving him crazy. "Can you do it?" I ask instead.
Leon smiles at me, a smile that lights up his whole face and somehow softens how intimidating he looks. "Of course I can." He says sweetly.
He slides his hands from my ribs to wrap around my waist, pulling me forward until we're chest to chest and I can feel his breath on my face. "You're tensing up, fleur. It's always going to hurt if you don't relax." He says.
He starts to rub his hands along my spine until he can reach the back of my neck. He squeezes with a gentle amount of force, making me flood with excitement despite my nerves, and kisses me breathless.
His kiss starts slow and soft, but soon turns hungry and he digs his teeth into my bottom lip before driving into me in one rough thrust.
I cry out and tense, feeling like I’m being torn in half, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as Leon distracts me with his kiss.
Why does it feel so good when he hurts me?
I don't like how much I love that he can hurt me while comforting me.
Leon doesn't move until he feels me relax into him, and honestly, I love the patience he has for me, but when he feels me relax, he starts to thrust up into me.
The feeling is different when I’m on top. I thought I’d feel powerful staring down at this all-consuming man, but I don’t. I’m painfully aware, even from up here, that I’m not in control of any of this.
"Ride me, fleur." He insists.
I sit up and the intensity of just how far he is inside of me hits me like a ton of bricks, making me stop and take a second to adjust to the feeling before I can plant my hands on his chest and start to move.
“That's it, take what you need from me." He groans.
He keeps his hands on my body while I ride him, rubbing and squeezing me periodically, but not forcing my pace. "Oh my god." I moan, throwing my head back at the feeling.
I feel so close up here, I feel like I could explode any second.
Leon slides his hand up my body until his hands are squeezing my breasts and I moan loudly at the feeling of his fingers toying with my nipples.
I've always hated how small they are, how I could skip a bra, and nobody would even care or notice, but Leon seems to love them.
He tugs on my nipple, pinching it hard until I cry out, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I almost fall forward onto his chest. The pain from his torment only spurs me on, flooding my pussy to a level that should embarrass me.
It feels like I've just soaked us both, and I'm not even done. He pinches until he feels me jerk on top of him. All the sensations become too much all at once. The pain from my pussy still being sore mixed with the pleasure of him being inside of me again, the pain from my already bruised nipples being abused somehow hurts but feels amazing at the same time. It all hits me at once, and I dig my nails into his chest to compensate for my overstimulation.
Leon grips onto my collar, pulling me forward until we're chest to chest again. He wraps his arms around me and starts to thrust up into me. I don't know whether to scream, moan, or cry out, so instead, I bite down onto his neck until I feel his hand grip my lower back and hold me steadily. I know that means he's about to cum, that my protests not to be filled are going to go unheard. So I'm not going to bother telling him, begging him, not to cum in me.
This slightly new angle drags his cock along a spot inside of me that makes me want to scream, my teeth clamp harder down onto his neck until he hisses through his teeth and thrusts even harder into me. "That's it. Be my good girl and cum all over my cock." He demands.
I don't want to listen, but I can't stop. He's lighting up every nerve in my body in the best way possible.
I release his neck from my teeth, screaming out while I'm thrown into yet another orgasm. I feel Leon twitching inside of me, holding me steadily so he's as far into me as possible. That painful pleasure of being too full hits me again and I feel the flood of warmth from him cumming in me. I feel my pussy sucking him in, fluttering around him and taking what he's giving me.
I relax into Leon's touch, the aftershocks of my orgasm still hitting me, but I feel spineless as I breathe heavily against his chest. His hands keep rubbing along my sweaty back, and his lips keep kissing along the side of my neck and my shoulder as he can reach.
"Ma fleur, I have to do something very important after work tonight. Would you like to join me?" He asks.
I pick my head up, staring at him a little surprised.
Like, leave this house? I must be mishearing him.
"Yes, fleur. We would have to leave home, but you'd be with me the entire time. I need to show you the rest of my world. I need you to know all of me, so I know you'll accept me." He says before I get the chance to answer.
I know there's conditions to this, and he's not going to just trust me, but I'm curious what more there is to him. "Yes." I answer.