14 Leo No One Does It Better—You Me At Six #2
She leans into me, her body aligned with mine. “Please . . .”
“What about this?”
Cradling the back of her head, I plant a heavy kiss on her lips. Our tongues meet, communicating through hot, heady touch that frays my control. My hand slips over her spine to grip the edge of the T-shirt.
“Or this?” I purr through kisses.
She inhales sharply when I slide beneath the hem to grab a handful of her pert ass cheek. Her curves are so tight and inviting, I’d explore every inch of her with my tongue if she let me.
“Leo,” she whines.
“Is this feeling between us real enough for you?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Her head tilts back.
Lips trailing down, I nibble along her jawline, then plant wet, hungry kisses along her clavicle. My tongue laves over the tempting divot at the base of her throat, the source of pure, perfumed pheromones that send me spiralling.
“What do I need to do to prove how real this is?” My fingers tug the elastic edge of her panties. “Because I won’t have you discounting how I feel about you, secrets or no secrets.”
Gooseflesh pimples under my fingertips where I lazily stroke, dancing over cotton underwear, then retreating an inch or two until she’s shaking with need. God, how I’ve dreamed of touching her since I saw Fletcher with his paws all over her.
“I’m so scared I’ll hurt you,” Eden breathes out. “If it isn’t today, it’ll be another. But that day is coming, Leo. One way or another.”
“Didn’t we already have this conversation?”
Pushing inside her panties, I cup the heat that pours from her needy cunt. Jesus, she’s soaked through. Her underwear is already saturated.
“You have my full permission to hurt me as much as you’d like.” I nip her neck, sucking skin between my teeth. “Do your worst.”
Parting her wet folds feels like touching heaven itself. A warm velvet glove closes around my digit, beckoning me to sink inside her heat. I drive into her slit, looking up to catch her eyes blowing wide open.
Circling my thumb over her nub elicits the sweetest moan. I hear it all the way down to my swelling cock. Hell, she’s tight. So sensitive and receptive, it makes me wonder when the last time she was touched like this was.
Withdrawing my finger, I sink back into her, letting moisture soak over my palm. Her pussy clamps around me to greedily take each thrust. When I add a second digit, she gasps my name, stretching to accommodate the extra pressure.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Please, Leo. More.”
“You want more?” I chuckle darkly.
Picking up a faster pace rewards me with another moan. I pump two fingers in and out of her slick heat, chasing each new reaction. Damn me to hell, she’s beautiful.
“Yes,” Eden mewls.
“I’ll give you whatever you want and more, but first we need to agree on a few things. If you need me to stop at any time, you tell me.”
She nods jerkily. “Okay.”
“I mean it. This is about your body, your pleasure. We’re doing this on your terms, and I need to know you’ll communicate with me if it’s ever too much.”
Thumb lifting to bear down on her bud again drives my point home. I wait until she’s uttered her agreement, then pull my hand free from her underwear. Eden cries out, brows scrunched in a look of mourning, but she soon perks up at the sight of me licking moisture from my fingers.
Salty flavour bursts on my tongue. She watches me inquisitively as I clean each smear, ensuring I hold eye contact. I want her to see what she does to me.
“Where is the bed?” I growl out.
“Uh . . . u-under those boxes.”
“Wait right here.”
Shoving paperwork from the mattress creates several loud bangs that will be sure to alert Fletcher. I can only hope he has more discretion than me. Though if he decides to come watch, I won’t deny him the same pleasure I sought out for myself.
Plonking myself down on the unmade bed, I crook a finger to beckon her closer.
“Now bring me that sweet pussy so I can have a real taste.”
Her teeth flash on her lip. “I don’t have a whole lot of experience. I mean . . . I’m not a virgin, but a lot of this is new to me.”
My teeth grind together. Fucking hell.
“Remember what I said, Eden. We’ll only do what you’re comfortable with. If that means stopping right here and never mentioning this again, then that’s fine too. You’re in control.”
“I want to explore,” she admits. “With you.”
“Then we take this slow and discover what you like together.”
With a timid nod, she steps over boxes to stand between my splayed legs. Keeping calm and controlled is so damn hard when she looks at me like that—all innocence and nervous anticipation. How she’s gone this long without exploring her own sexuality, I’m not sure.
We’re remedying that now.
Eden grasps the T-shirt’s hem and lifts it over her head in a feat of courage. I think my jaw crashes to the floor the minute her full, bare body is exposed. My mouth dries up as my cock jolts against my boxers.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasp.
“I’m not.” She ducks her gaze.
“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. You’re stunning, inside and out. Every inch of you is perfection.”