Chapter 15 #2
Leo’s other hand falls on my face and his thumb brushes against my cheek. It’s soft and comforting as I fight the urge to gag, willing myself to take whatever he gives me. But suddenly, I feel myself finally relax as my breaths slow into tiny huffs that exit my nose.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” Leo praises before he withdraws and slides back in.
The reflex to gag was still present, but it lessens with each desensitizing thrust. Leo begins to fuck my mouth and throat in earnest. His hold on my head is firm while his groans grow soft and needy.
I’m captivated by the sight. Leo flushed, sweaty, and coming undone right before my eyes as he continues to thrust.
“I’m going to come down your throat. Never want to come anywhere else. Always in you,” he rambles through panted breaths as his eyes grow half-lidded.
My hand slides between my legs at his words, unable to refrain the burning hot need to gain some friction. My finger begins to slip across my clit, and I moan deeply, a throaty moan that shakes his cock and quickens his thrusts.
“Shit, fuck, fucking take it,” he hisses. I feel his length twitch and spurt warm cum into the back of my throat. I swallow, not even having a chance to taste him. My throat contracts tightly and Leo hurriedly withdraws, clearly overcome by the sensation.
“Fuck,” he exhales and looks down at me. “You good?”
I nod dazedly. That was…I don’t even have words for how good that was.
Leo pulls me up for a deep kiss, not caring that he can taste himself on my tongue just like I tasted myself on his.
“You’re going to kill me,” Leo says when we break apart, both of us breathing hard.
“What a way to go,” I reply with a grin.
Leo laughs then in one smooth motion he’s flipping me onto my stomach, his body covering mine from behind. I can feel him already getting hard again—the stamina of this man is incredible—and I arch my back, pressing my ass against him.
“Insatiable,” Leo murmurs against my ear, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Look who’s talking,” I shoot back, and I feel him smile against my neck.
He positions himself behind me, one hand splayed across my stomach to hold me in place, and then the blunt head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.
He enters me slowly, and the angle is different like this and it’s somehow deeper. I moan as he fills me inch by inch.
“Fuck, Emma,” Leo groans when he’s fully seated inside me. “You feel so good.”
He doesn’t move for a moment, just holds me against him, his hand on my stomach, his face buried in my neck. I can feel his heart beating against my back and can feel every inch of him inside me.
Then his hips snap forward and it’s slow, lazy thrusts that make us both moan. His hand slides from my stomach to between my legs, fingers finding my clit again, and I push back to meet each thrust.
“That’s it,” Leo encourages, his voice rough in my ear. “Take what you need.”
His other hand is still playing with my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and the dual sensation is driving me crazy. Everything feels heightened—every touch, every sound, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Leo says, his hips moving in that perfect rhythm. “Taking me so well, making those sounds I love.”
I reach back and grip his hip, needing to touch him and feel the flex of his muscles as he moves inside me. “Harder,” I breathe. “Please—”
“No,” he says, but his voice is gentle. “Slow. I want to feel every second of this.”
He keeps that slow, deep pace, his fingers working my clit in circles that match his thrusts. I’m building toward another orgasm, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“I can feel you getting close,” Leo murmurs against my neck. “You’re tightening around me.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my whole body tensing. “Right there, don’t—”
“I’ve got you,” Leo says, and he speeds up his fingers just slightly while maintaining those deep, slow thrusts. “Come for me, Emma. I want to feel it.”
It doesn’t take much more. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, making me cry out his name, my muscles clenching around him.
Leo groans and his thrusts get faster, harder, chasing his own release.
When he comes, he groans loudly and wraps his arms tight around me, holding me against him like he never wants to let go.
For a long moment we just stay like that, both breathing hard, our bodies still joined. Leo’s hand is gentle now, stroking my stomach and hip while he presses soft kisses to my shoulder.
“We should get up,” I say eventually, even though I don’t want to move.
“Should we?” Leo hums. “Or we could stay in bed all day.”
“Tempting,” I admit, because it really is. “But don’t you have meetings or crime lord things to do?”
Leo huffs a laugh against my neck and slowly pulls out of me. I immediately miss the fullness and connection, but he pulls me to face him and kisses me properly. It’s slow and deep and lazy.
“Crime lord things,” he repeats when he pulls back, his eyes warm with amusement. “Is that the technical term?”
“It is now.” I grin at him.
Leo’s expression softens as he looks at me, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Shower?”
“Please,” I say, because I can already feel his release starting to leak out of me. “I’m a mess.”
“Mm, yes, but you’re my mess,” Leo says cheekily, but he’s already getting out of bed and pulling me with him to the bathroom.