“You need who?” he taunts sexily, hearing what I just said moments ago.
Frustration bubbles in my stomach. “I need you!”
He plunges a finger into me just as I finish my last words, hitting my core. Gripping his shoulders tightly while arching up, I widen my legs for him, allowing him more entrance to the spot I need him dearly.
“You’re so wet for me already.”
The pleasure makes it hard for me to hear anything around me. His thumb rubs circles around the bundle of nerves just above my entrance.
I turn into a mess when he adds another finger, pumping in and out.
“It feels so good,” I moan. “Please don’t stop, Leonidas.”
I just sit there, straddling him, with my hands to my sides, finding it difficult to breathe as Leonidas fingers me.
“Yes, baby. You look so hot, riding my fingers,” he grits out, watching me bounce up and down on his fingers.
Looking down, I watch my wetness shine on his fingers.
Placing his mouth to my boob, he kisses and sucks the skin before moving to the other. Plunging his fingers harder into me, he curls them, which makes me see stars. Curving my back, I grasp his hair as the tension builds up.
When I feel so close to my release, he rasps, “Give it to me. Come on my hand.”
That does it. My eyes close, and I come all over his fingers, which are going at a slower pace than before. Collapsing onto his chest, I ride the high, listening to his fast heartbeat pound inside his chest.
“That was amazing,” Moving back, I glance down at his clothed body. “Why do you still have clothes on?” I hum.
Leonidas’s swollen lips grin. “Take care of that problem, will you, love?”
God, please forgive me.
As my hands travel down his body, he watches as I reach for the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down his long, toned legs. I leave him in his black boxer briefs. Reaching down, I touch him through the material.
“Holy shit,” he whispers and moves against my hand slightly. His breaths are deep.
I pull down the last remaining material separating us.
God, he’s going to split me in half.
“No, not today. I won’t last. I want to come inside of you,” he chokes out when I reach out for him. Pulling back, he sucks in a painful breath. “Are you sure?”
I nod my head and squeeze my eyes shut. “I haven’t done it in years. I’m a little nervous. But I trust you.”
He flips me so that I’m lying flat on the bed, and his jaw-dropping body hovers over mine. Smiling down at me, he nods, kissing me harshly. His chain falls on my chest since he’s leaning over me, making me feel more excited for what’s coming. Gripping the chain in a fist, I yank him down, forcing him to press his lips harder against mine.
My lips kiss his chest once he moves back to reach over to the nightstand to grab the square package. My chest rises up and down faster as I watch him slip on the protection. I feel hot and exposed as I watch his eyes explore my body.
“Relax,” he says when my body tenses.
Oh God.
He glances down at me with so much emotion that it almost makes me want to cry. I’ve never had someone look at me this way.
He brushes the hair off of my face and raises his eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Concern drips from his voice. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this.”
As my answer, I smile and connect our lips in a kiss.
Immediate tension builds in my stomach while our moans fill the air as he sinks down into me. I bite my lip when I adjust to him.
