Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted me up, and I rested my legs on his shoulders while he delved his tongue even deeper inside me. Holy shit. I’d had no idea this could feel so good.
Releasing his hair, I lay back and closed my eyes before opening them again. Watching him was half of the fun. Well, maybe not quite half, I thought as he flicked my clit over and over. His bright aquamarine eyes met mine, and that was my undoing. It wasn’t only what was being done to my body. It was who was doing it.
I climaxed hard and fast, and Leo watched me with a satisfied grin on his handsome face. Before I’d managed to catch my breath, he’d shed his jeans and boxer briefs and was ripping into a condom wrapper he must have retrieved from his wallet.
I took advantage of the short pause to admire his incredible body. He was so perfectly built, I could have sworn his muscles had muscles. And though I was still coming down from the high he’d just delivered, the mere sight of his cock standing proudly at attention made me ache to be filled.
When he lowered himself over me, his gaze was nothing short of worshipful. “You’re so beautiful, and watching you come was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I ran my hands over the ridges of his stomach, and the muscles clenched under my touch. “Good, because watching you while your face was buried in my pussy was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He growled and lined up his cock at my entrance. “I like that dirty mouth of yours.”
I allowed my gaze to peruse every inch of his naked body I could see. “And I like everything of yours.”
He entered me in a single thrust and then froze, his expression pained. “Oh, god. No one should be allowed to feel this good.”
“Move,” I rasped, desperate for more.
Slower than seemed humanly possible, he withdrew and then drove into me again. “I’m taking my time with you, remember?”
He continued his leisurely thrusts, but even though it felt amazing, his entire body was tense and his face was pulled into a tight frown. No matter what he said, I could tell going slow was killing him. He was like a caged animal, wound tight and itching to be unleashed.
I reached up and cradled his jaw in my hands. “Let go, Leo.”
Staring down at me with something akin to wonder, he croaked, “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. In a move that only someone with his upper body strength could pull off, he held me to his body and carried me to the dining table, his cock still inside of me. Setting me on the table, he lowered his head and kissed me like I was the only water in an endless desert. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him back with equal ferocity.
Because these emotions rushing through me weren’t about his sexy body or the need for release. They were something deeper. Something scary. Something thrilling. Something I was finally ready for when I never had been before.
When Leo released my mouth, my breaths were coming in short gasps. Around deep gulps, he said, “I want you to know it’s never been like this with anyone else.”
Same here.
Still, I asked, “Like what?”
“Like I might die if a part of me isn’t attached to a part of you.”
I glanced down to where our bodies were still attached in the most intimate way possible. “Looks like you’re good.”
His eyes sparkled with that look I knew meant he had mischief on his mind. “Oh, I’m about to be more than good.”
Then, he abruptly pulled out of me, picked me up and spun me around, so my torso was plastered against the table. A second later, he slid back inside me from behind and began pumping his hips in a rhythm that made me cry out in shock and freaking awe.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled. If I’d thought Leo could create magic with his tongue, he was performing a damn exorcism with his cock.
“That’s the point, baby,” he whispered seductively into my ear before biting down on it.
The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I moaned. Gliding a hand up my stomach, he palmed a breast while trailing kisses along the back of my neck. Between his hand and mouth