20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Emma
My heart is pounding for some reason as I step foot into Leo’s new home. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “Somehow more beautiful than your last house.”
“I guess Matteo did me a favor then. I upgraded.” He motions for me to follow him into the large, elegant living room. We sit down on the couch together, almost like we’re strangers instead of husband and wife. “So…”
“So…”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Why do I feel so awkward?”
“I feel the same way.”
“You meant what you said?” He takes my hands in his. “You want to be with me still?”
“Yes. I really do. But like I also said, I still want my freedom. I want to work at the bookstore. Make my own money. I want to keep the apartment but I can also live here with you. I want the option to have my own space when I want it. But I miss you so much. I want to see you every day. It was torture being away from you.”
“I felt the same way. It was like a knife to my heart when I let you go but I knew I had to. I’m glad you found some independence.”
“I needed it. Thank you for that. But I also need you too. You make me happy, Leo. But there’s still so much to talk about.
I don’t know your favorite color or your favorite food or your favorite singer.
I don’t know anything. Before we can resume our marriage, I want to know you more. I want to date you.”
“I think I can agree to that. My favorite color is blue. My favorite food is a filet mignon. My favorite singer is… well, I don’t really have one. I don’t have that much time to listen to music. I just have my father’s albums I kept. Occasionally, I’ll listen to those. What about you?”
“My favorite color is purple. My favorite food is anything other than oatmeal. My mother made me eat it every day and it was horrible. And as for a singer, I don’t have one either. I wasn’t allowed much music. Just the occasional song my mother would play when she was feeling generous.”
“We have a lot more to learn,” he says. “Why don’t we start with music since we both need to discover what we like. We can discover it together.”
My smile stretches across my face. “I’d love that.”
“Does dating mean we can’t kiss? Or can I kiss you? Because I really want to fucking kiss you.”
I gasp as a heat spreads through me. “Yes. You can kiss me.”
Leo doesn’t hesitate to cup the back of my head and press his lips to mine. I eagerly return the kiss. Things become heated really fast as Leo lays me down onto the couch.
“Does dating also mean we can’t have sex or…”
I laugh. “We can. We just also need to talk more. Communicate more.”
“Thank god. I need you, Emma.”
“And I need you.” I arch into him as he kisses me harder. His hands find the edge of my pants and pushes them down, taking my underwear with it. When his fingers find my nub, I moan. My legs open wider, letting him get closer.
Leo runs his fingers over my clit and folds. My hips buck into his hand. His lips kiss me deeper to the point where it’s almost suffocating. But I love every second of it.
He flicks my nub before inserting his finger into me. I moan. “You like this, baby? My finger inside of you. Fucking you.” He brings it in and out, making me moan louder. “Tell me.”
“I like it. I love it.”
My hips move against his hand frantically. Leo’s touch is so good at making me feel alive. I never want it to end.
“I love watching my finger fuck you. Soon it will be my cock,” he says against my ear. I shiver from excitement. Arousal gushes out of me, soaking his hand. “You’re so wet for me. God, baby.”
“I really did miss you.”
“I thought you didn’t,” he admits. “I thought for a moment that you were happier without me.”
“Never. I am happy with you. I trust you.”
He smiles before kissing me again. His finger works magic between my legs, getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.
Leo brings his finger back to my clit and flicks it over and over and over again until I’m a sobbing, moaning mess. My orgasm rips right through me. I shudder in his arms.
He licks his finger. “You taste so fucking good but right now, I need my cock inside of you.”
“Yes.” I spread my legs wider.
“I need you naked.” He rips my top off me and presses his face to my breasts. I arch into him. When his lips find my nipple, a loud moan escapes me. “God, your body was made for me. You were made for me, Emma.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He sits up and shoves his pants down. I quickly unbutton his shirt, needing to touch his bare chest. He lets out a groan when my fingers rake down his skin.
“Fuck, baby.” He grabs his cock and strokes it. The sight of it growing harder by the second makes me more turned on. I spread my legs wider.
Leo leans over me and our eyes lock right before he thrusts into me. It feels like heaven on earth. Perfection. Being filled by his body. I could get lost in him forever.
His thrusts are powerful. Our chests press together, skin to skin. My breasts are sensitive which only heightens the experience. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer. God, I need this like I need to breathe. I’ll never tire of it.
“God, baby. You feel so good around my cock.” His smell, his strength, his presence. It’s all wrapped around me.
I let out a whimper. “Please.”
“I know you need this. I know.” He grabs my backside, pulling me harder against him. I arch into his body. Desperate. So desperate.
My hands cling to his back, digging into his skin. Leo only growls and thrusts into me harder. Every thrust makes our bodies slap against one another. The sound makes me blush but it doesn’t stop me from moaning. The pleasure is too much. Too intense. I need it but I also want to run away from it.
His hands tighten on my backside. “You needed this, baby? My cock deep inside of you? Feel it.” His powerful thrust makes me choke on my gasp.
My head drops back, exposing my neck. The cool air of the living room washes over my naked body. My breasts and stomach. My legs. Leo has all of me and I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes.”
“Tell me how much you needed this.
“I needed it. So much. I love it.”
“Love what? Tell me?” Thrust. “Tell me, baby.” Thrust.
“I love your cock inside of me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Hearing you talk dirty is so… Fuck. Say it again.”
I blush but I don’t hold back. “I needed your cock inside of me.”
“Good girl.” He fucks me harder and I can only cry out from the pleasure. My hands grab the armrest of the couch to steady me. We both needed this so much.
“Please, Leo. Please.”
“What did you need? Tell me.”
“I need to…”
“Come?”
He sits up, bringing me astride him. In this new position, I can sink deeper onto him. I can feel him enter me harder. He keeps his hands on my backside, rocking me back and forth on his length.
“Then come while you ride me,” he orders.
I moan and drop my head back. The pleasure is too much but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it.
I press myself harder onto his cock. Leo groans before pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy and wild and perfect.
“Leo,” I whisper.
“Come for me, baby. I know you need it.”
My body is on fire. My mind is hazy. And my entire being is alive.
When Leo rocks me hard against his cock, I know I can’t hold it back any longer. My orgasm rushes through me. I bury my face into his neck as my body shakes.
He continues to pull my body down onto his cock over and over and over again until he comes. With a groan, he slumps against the couch, breathing heavy, and holding me close to his chest. I press kisses along his neck.
“Fuck, Emma. You’re going to be the death of me. I swear. You’re so good, baby.”
“I love you.”
He gazes down at me with a soft expression before smiling. “And I love you. Are we really doing this? You and me?”
“Yes. I forgave you a long time ago for what you did to me. I know you love me, Leo. I know you’ll always fight for me. I know I’m no longer your prisoner.”
“Good. Because you’re just my wife. That’s all I want you to be.” He gently taps my backside. “Now. I need to taste your little pussy. Since I worked it hard, it must be sore now.” He slides me onto my back and opens my legs wide.
His eyes lock with mine as his lips find my nub. Arousal is still coursing through me, making me sensitive. I arch into him with a moan.
“Let me make you feel better,” he says darkly before licking all over my most intimate area.
“Leo,” I sigh, sinking into the couch.
“I know you need this. My mouth on your pretty pussy.” He runs his tongue from my entrance up to my nub. My hips buck into his face.
Leo’s tongue is like magic on my pussy. All the knowledge he gave me. All the pleasure. He taught me to be a woman with independence. I’m finally free. Free to be with him. Free to live my life for myself. Free to love every minute of his mouth on me.
Just free.
Leo grips my thighs, pulling them wider. I arch into him.
“Please,” I whimper.
“I know what you need. Just lay back and take it. I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry, baby.” He runs his tongue all along my nub, over and over and over again. I’m an aroused mess. I think I might die from this pleasure.
His tongue flicks my clit. My toes curl from the pleasure of it all. My hands find my breasts, needing more. Always more.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my pussy, blowing air onto it. “Play with your nipples.” He licks me harder as I do as he says. I pull and tug on my nipples until it almost hurts. I need it to hurt. I need the pain to help balance out the pleasure.
I keep my eyes locked with Leo’s as he eats me out and I play with my breasts. It’s all so taboo. So wrong and yet, it’s perfectly right. Everything my mother taught me was wrong. Leo has shown me the way the real world works. It’s not always pretty but it’s real. No longer a sheltered prisoner.
He licks me harder and harder until I can’t take it anymore and I find my third orgasm.
Leo kisses up my body, planting his lips on each of my nipples, before finding my lips. The kiss is soft and gentle. So different from our lovemaking.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too. Truly.”