He kissed me again, that cursed tongue of his twisting me apart. I could barely kiss him back as he worked his tongue against mine, his hands squeezing at my breasts in such a delicious way.
“I want to fuck you on the couch,” he murmured into my mouth, voice thick with need. “I want you to scream my name, sweetness.”
I glanced around, suddenly cautious. “Shane—”
“He won’t be in here anymore,” he told me. “It’s just us, Skye.”
I blinked in surprise. “When did you decide that?”
“When I watched you walk out of my life for six months.” He slid off the stool and led me out of the kitchen. I walked in front of him, his front pressed against my back as his hands continued to massage my breasts. “Things are going to be different,” he vowed. “I made mistakes before. I won’t make them again.”
He brought me into the living room, and I was surprised by all the colour. The walls were a light blue and there was a giant piece of wall décor of a sun rising over the ocean. Its colours were dreamy and beautiful, and I stared at it for a few moments, mesmerized by the sight of it as his mouth ran up my neck, sucking lightly at my skin. A hand left my breast and slid beneath my shorts, his fingers stroking the folds of my sex. A sharp feeling of pleasure erupted out of me. I trembled, shutting my eyes as he worked me slowly, nipping at my throat, kneading at my breast—
“Did he fuck you last night?” he demanded suddenly, his voice teetering on a growl.
“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly.
“You still got his come inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”He groaned as his fingers rubbed along my clit, and I rose to my tiptoes, gasping."Fuck yes, I want to feel him in you, I want to feel my cock dripping in both your come."
“Leo,” I groaned.
“Yeah, Skye?” he murmured, his cock pressing against my ass.
My toes curled.“Fuck.”
“I will.”
He withdrew his hand as I quaked there, shivering from the near orgasm. He unbuckled my jeans and slid them down my legs. He removed my shirt and bra and then he dropped to the ground behind me. He palmed my ass, spreading it before plunging his face there, lapping his tongue along the crease of my sex. I nearly fell over from the sparks he was igniting within me.
My legs wobbled. My hands moved behind me, gripping his shoulders as he continued to ruin me. “Leo…”
“Yeah, Skye?”
“Fuck,”I moaned again as he pulled more pleasure out of me.
“I said I will,” he returned.
I dropped my head back, trembling. “Now, Leo…”
He slowly rose, kissing up my spine. He gathered my long hair to the side, his tongue now sliding up the nape of my neck. “Turn around.”
Entranced, I did. He stared down at me with heated blue eyes. “On the couch.”
I felt like a porcelain doll as he sat me down on the white leather couch, slowly pressing my back against the cushions like I was the most delicate thing. He spread my legs wide and slid me down so that my bum was hanging off the edge of the couch. It occurred to me, in my lust-ridden fog, that I was completely naked, and he was completely dressed. Every inch of me was exposed to him, and he looked reverent.
It was the slowest tease of mankind. He delivered featherlight kisses along my inner thighs. When his breaths reached my pussy, I nearly lost my mind how sensitive I felt to the lightest touch. He stroked my folds, parting them as he ran his tongue along my clit, licking me. The pleasure was painful—I needed more pressure. I needed him to work me harder—
But Leo was not that kind of man.
He was not Hunter.
He did not lose control, even when he looked pained. He sucked me, savouring every stroke along my core, until my hips were rising. I buried my fingers into his perfect hair and squeezed at the roots, trying to strengthen the pressure. He was stronger, not allowing me this victory. He worked me so painstakingly slow, sucking at my clit as his finger teased at my channel, briefly moving inside me. My walls clenched him tightly, greedily. My desperation for release had me moaning so loud, I was positive the neighbours could hear.
Then all at once, my body balled up. I squeezed my thighs around his head as he sucked me harder, and I came hard, my nails digging into his scalp as I rode out the most exquisite release. I felt the warm pleasure from head to toe. My ears were ringing, my legs quaking. Even long after I came down, I was sensitive. My body still felt empty, like it was ready for more. Which was odd. Because usually I would lay there after a good fuck, feeling loose as a noodle.