I want this.
I close my eyes, and I feel his lips touch mine. They are warm, and his kiss is gentle, light as a feather, but my entire body reacts immediately, like an electric shock has jolted through me. The smallest of moans escapes my lips, and Leo reaches up to my cheek, his hand moving behind my head, fingers tangling through my hair as the pressure of his kiss increases. His tongue gently teases my mouth open and I respond by reaching my hands around his neck and pressing my body into his.
I can feel his breath quicken as he kisses me, more hungrily now. He moves his hands down to my hips, pulling me closer into him, grinding into me.
“Olive,” he says into my neck, a hand now reaching up again, tugging on my wet hair.
His voice and my name bring me back into the moment, and I pull back, ready to stop, but then... I look at him. I take a deep breath and really look. I reach up and run my finger around the curl of hair that has fallen forward across his brows. A small line of concern has formed between them,his eyes darting between mine, waiting hungrily, nervously, for my green light. Beads of water on his shoulders catch the light like glitter, and it feels impossible to do anything but give in completely.
“Upstairs.Now,” I say.
His face sags with relief as he looks skyward and then back down to me, grinning, pulling me tightly against him into another deep kiss.
We break apart and are out of the pool quickly, Leo following me as I open the sliding door into the house, leaving damp footprints on the stone tiles as we race toward the stairs. We arrive on the cool upstairs landing and he pulls me in hungrily again.
“Your place or mine,” I say into his mouth, but he’s already dragging me toward his bedroom. This is what I want. WhatIwant.
Leo kicks the door shut behind us and then leans into me against the wall, stares into my eyes, searching my face. “You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Stop it,” I say, laughing lightly as he puts his hand on my throat and drags it down my body, leaving a trail of sparkling heat in its wake.
“You want me to stop?” he says, grinning as he moves his hand toward my breast, pulling my damp bra gently aside, the cool air stiffening its peak immediately. I feel my eyes roll backward at the pleasure, and my knees weaken in anticipation. He lifts my chin up with his hand as he looks into my eyes. “I can’t believe you want me as much as I want you,” he says hoarsely.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my hands on his chest, my fingers sliding easily against his damp skin and around his neck to pull him down to me for a kiss.
Then he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet,” he says with a small laugh as he kisses my neck, his arms holding my thighs in place as he pushes me back into the wall.
I grasp for purchase, angling myself higher against his hips as he frees a hand to pull down on my bra, pinching my nipple so I cry out and arch my back in delight. Leo laughs, deep and husky, into my ear as I do.
He palms my breast and studies me again for a moment, stroking his hand upward to my neck, kissing me tenderly, biting my top lip gently. I can feel his smile against my mouth.
Then we’re moving again, and he carries me over to the bed. Leo lies beside me, head propped on his hand as his eyes hungrily peruse my body. I watch his pupils dilate, my breath quickening in tandem with his. When he finally touches me I gasp, his fingers cool against the heat of my belly. He trails them down my stomach, down between my legs, and strokes me with his thumb through the lacy fabric of my underwear, while kissing my collarbone in fluttery, gentle kisses.
I close my eyes and moan, pressing both palms against the headboard so I can move myself closer to his hand. He teases me through my underwear until I groan in frustration, pulling a throaty chuckle from him. Finally, he pushes the fabric of my knickers aside, and when he slides a finger inside me, I feel like a dam about to burst.
I want to scream out and very nearly do, turning my head to bite at his shoulder.
“Please,” I say, breathless, unable to get the words out.
“Let go,” he says, pausing to kiss the spot on my neck just below my ear.
I feel his hard cock press into my thigh while he works me with expert strokes until I am on the very edge.
“I want more,” I say, pulling on his arms, anything I can grab. He climbs on top of me, taking the tip of my nipple into his mouth so my back bows, and he slides his free hand underneath me to the curve in my lower back.
Leo tugs my knickers down fast, and then his own boxer shorts until he is gloriously naked on top of me, still damp and glistening from the pool. His skin is as soft and warm as I could have imagined. I feel him pushing against me, the sensation electric. With both hands I pull his face to mine, kissing him deeply, willing him to hurry the hell up.
And he does, moaning once, deeply, against my shoulder as he slides in. A feeling that reverberates through my body, a sizzling, sparking sensation at each point that our skin touches. And when he begins to move I groan, my hand scratching up his back and plunging into his hair, tugging his lips toward mine.
He reaches down and hooks his arm under one of my legs, kissing my knee as he enters me slowly.
“Oh, that’s good,” I say breathlessly. It’s relief and desire all at once as my mind scatters in all directions like billiards after the cracking of a cue ball.
“Are you okay?” he says, his voice ragged.
“I want more,” I say.
He moves faster then, pulling my hips up off the bed so he can move deeper inside me, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from screaming.
