14 Leo No One Does It Better—You Me At Six #3
It wouldn’t kill her to put on a bit more weight and make those ribs disappear for good, but I hold that in. She’s looking healthier since settling into town. Now she’s living with us, I’m gonna fast-track her recovery from whatever led this slice of perfection into our lives.
With a hint of curves on her slender frame, Eden’s delicate body begs to be worshipped all day long. Her breasts are small but pert, crowned by two perfectly pink nipples that pebble temptingly in the air.
Grasping her panties, I hold her nervous stare while peeling them down. She kicks the scrap of cotton aside. I can smell her arousal, joining the taste of it still dancing across my tongue. But now I want to show her a real feast.
“You’re going to ride my face and use me for your pleasure, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
“Your face?” she repeats.
“Climb up and spread those thighs wide for me. Don’t be shy.”
Sinking back on the bed, I wait for her to approach. This has to be her choice. I need Eden to trust me if this is going to work, else we can’t go any further than the kisses we’ve exchanged.
It takes a few seconds for her to pluck up the bravery to follow my command. The springs creak where she climbs on top of me, opening her legs to crawl up my body while watching my face beneath her lashes.
This fucking girl.
She’ll be lucky if I don’t finish on myself just from watching her, naked and exposed while poising herself above me.
“That’s it,” I praise, steadying her hip. “Bring me your pussy.”
Perfect pink glistens over me, bringing her nectar within reach. I grip her ass to pull her into a position where I can easily devour her.
“Perfect. Relax, baby.”
Her thighs wrap around my head, and I get a face full of beautiful cunt to attack. Fingers fist in my hair when I press a kiss atop her swollen lips, then flick her clit.
“Oh . . . Leo,” she exclaims.
Hah. I hope Fletcher gets an earful of this.
Laving over her folds, sweet salt fills my palate as I spear her with my tongue. She shudders on top of me, hips jerking on instinct to move against the invading force I place on her slit.
From the way she responds, her inexperience is clear. But it doesn’t take long for her to work out a rhythm, sliding back and forth against my mouth while I greedily lap at her heat like a starving man.
I’ll happily pin her to a bed and eat her alive every day if that’s what it takes to make her understand. Everything about this is real. In the rawest sense. Since we met, my world has been flipped on its axis.
“Yes,” she moans, breathless. “It feels . . . good. Oh, so good.”
That’s it. Take it, beautiful girl.
Trying hard not to bruise her hips with the force of my grip, I work on pushing my girl to the edge. Every lick, suck, and wet kiss rewards me with a visceral response that only encourages me to push her harder.
Eden undulates on me, seeking relief from the onslaught. But I don’t let up. Not even when she cries out my name while her legs shake on either side of my head. More. She needs to fall apart so spectacularly, the pieces will have no choice but to take a new form.
She deserves to be worshipped like a goddess.
Legs spread, head thrown, pretty cunt satiated.
And all mine.
My cock screams for attention inside my cargos, but this isn’t about me. No matter how desperately I want to sink between her thighs and fuck this angel senseless until she can no longer walk straight. Then let her tell me that she isn’t beautiful.
Lifting my grip on her hip, I start rubbing slow circles over her clit. I’m ready to blow my load at the sounds she’s making. Sliding my finger back into her entrance while I lap up her essence is the final straw.
Eden groans and convulses on top of me. When I curl the finger buried deep inside her, seeking a spot I doubt she even knows exists, her walls constrict. The orgasm barrels over her until she’s coiled up tight.
“Yes! Fuck, Leo!”
Torrid heat rushes over my mouth and chin at the same time she judders. I refuse to relent until I’ve wrung every last drop from her, ravenously inhaling her honeyed fluids. I’m not going to waste a precious drop.
“Eden,” I pant for air. “You’re perfect.”
Her laugh reaches a feverish pitch. “You won’t let this go, will you?”
“Not until we’re on the same page.”
“You’ll have to work on convincing me.”
“Like this? Deal.”
Bracing a hand on the bed, Eden lifts herself from on top of me to curl up at my side. I turn over to pull her close, but her attention is fixed somewhere behind me. Jolting, I glance through stacked boxes to the door.
It’s cracked ajar.
Filled with a familiar brute.
My adoptive brother stands there with his mouth hanging open and nostrils flared. Rooted to the spot in a state of dismay.
“Ah,” I hum. “You’re home. Mind closing the door?”
His teeth clack, mouth snapping shut.
“Oh, God,” Eden mutters.
Her voice seems to startle him into action. Without a single word, Sterling marches out, the door rattling its hinges where it slams shut behind him. But there was no mistaking the look on his face.
Raw, possessive need.
He wants his own slice of her soul.