Chapter 29
Twenty-nine
Leo coaxes my mouth open with ease. Our tongues tangle, our touches turn desperate.
His hands roam my body, sliding over my ribs and grazing the sides of my breasts.
My nipples pebble through the thin fabric.
I’m consumed with desire as I shift my weight, grinding against him.
Leo groans, the sound guttural, shooting straight to my core.
My hands are in his hair as he squeezes my ass, lifting me and grinding me over his length repeatedly.
I can feel my wetness soaking the silk of my shorts as he drives me wild with the motion.
Leo turns his attention to my neck, and I’m panting, needy—completely and hopelessly out of control.
He sucks the skin just below my ear, and the noise that leaves my body is borderline embarrassing, but I can’t bring myself to care. His voice deeply rumbles, “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” You, all of you.
Leo’s fingers casually traipse down my skin, each moment more torturous than the last. As he reaches my inner thighs, he stalls, swiping at the wetness that now coats my skin. “All of this, for me?”
“Yes,” I murmur, focused on how close yet so far his fingers are. The desire is unbearable; I can hardly breathe.
“I’m still waiting to hear what you want.” He traces lazy circles, inching closer and closer to my center.
The movement sends me into a craze, my mind short-circuiting. “You, Leo.”
“You need me?” He slides a finger through my folds before pushing inside me, eliciting a breathy gasp.
“Yes,” I moan, bucking myself against his finger, trying to gain friction.
“Say it, and I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.” The demand and control in his voice turns me molten.
“I need you, Leo. I need you.” The phrase is repeated in a trance as he finally brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing in circles as he inserts a second finger into me.
He captures my mouth as I hold his face, his fingers pumping as I thrust to meet each stroke.
I gasp for air as the sensations increase, throwing my head back.
Instantly, Leo removes his fingers. What?
No! I breathe heavily, exhaling through my nose, his nostrils flaring as I meet his eyes with a fury burning in mine.
“The first time I feel you come, it will be on my tongue.” He taps my clit repeatedly, slowly bringing me to the edge once more before flipping me on the sofa, my back braced against the cushion. I groan in frustration, and he chuckles. He’s edging me, and he’s fucking amused by it.
“Leo, please.”
He kneels before me, and by the stars, it is the most striking sight I have ever seen. “Beg for it.”
I’m not above begging. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” He slowly slips my shorts off, trailing open-mouth kisses up my thigh.
My clit pulses, the need within me borderline painful. I can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me with your tongue. Make me come, Leo, please.”
His pupils dilate, eyes hooded with desire. “As you wish.”
Leo’s tongue collides with me as he inserts two fingers into me, and the feeling is addictive. “You taste,” he continues to lap at me, “so fucking good.” His tongue circles my clit before gently sucking, causing my entire body to tremble.
I’m so close, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Come for me like a good fucking girl.” His filthy words, combined with his tongue swirling around my clit, have me detonating.
“Leo!” My vision goes white as my orgasm rips through me. I ride wave after wave, clawing at his shoulders, as Leo continues to fuck me with his tongue. It’s dirty, mind-altering, and the sexiest encounter I have ever experienced.
I rest my head against the sofa, my entire body flushed and sated. Leo stands with a grin, and I lean forward, ready to reciprocate, but he stops me. “Let me take care of you.”
“I think you just did.”
“Only you tonight,” he seals his promise with a kiss. “You are a treasure. I intend to savor every moment, every part of you.” And dammit, if that doesn’t make my heart swell with adoration. He scoops me back into his arms, relaxing us both onto the sofa.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For reminding me what there is to live for.” This. Us.
He places a kiss on the top of my head. “All this and more.”
My body relaxes against his. As I feel his breathing slow, his arm wrapped around my ribcage, I realize that this would never be a one-time thing with him.
The way he worships me with his words, his body.
The way he searched to find me, and I him, in a crowded, chaotic arena.
My soul has been beckoning him since the moment I laid eyes on him.
The motion-activated lights turn off due to a lack of movement.
As the silence envelopes me, tucked tightly against his chest, I allow myself to get lost in the comfort Leo offers, and it feels like peace.