Leo didn’t balk, didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. My hand on his cock urged us well beyond kissing. He pressed kisses down over my neck and high onto my breasts. His hand, which had been wonderfully kneading my left breast, seized it, making me gasp. Then his lips descended to the taut nub of my nipple. He flicked his tongue over it, then gently raked his teeth along it, before capturing it in a lingering kiss.
His other hand moved down to my legs, bunching up my skirts. If he was startled by the daggers strapped to my thighs, he didn’t show it. His nimble fingers slid over the rough hilt and leather sheathe, reaching higher, tracing in across my thighs. Then, his fingers brushed my folds and I gasped with the searing heat unleashed with his tentative touch.
“Yes,” I breathed.
One of his long fingers found the hard nub of my clit. He circled it once, then flicked the sensitive bud. I clipped a cry, then bit my lip as he began pressing and rubbing wonderfully. I was already slick and slippery, and his attentions only made me more heated and wet.
Gods, we were doing this.
Heat sizzled through me, boiling my blood as my heart thundered. I was dizzy with expectant desire. My body shouted for more. I let myself be swept away by it.
I’d only imagined what it would be like with Leo and… this hadn’t been in any of my fantasies. I’d pictured us on a lush bed, with slow and sensual kisses, but this… This was like what I’d had with Kel at the palace, a driving and immediate need, an imperative to merge, hard and physical. I’d honestly thought Leo didn’t have it in him.
I was pleasantly surprised, since this was more my speed anyway. Perhaps some other day we’d explore each other, slow and teasing. Today we were both bundles of tense desire, bursting with the fiery need to release.
My hand on his cock pulled hard letting him feel how much I wanted him. I was well past the point where a bit of fun fingering would do. I needed him inside me. His hand on my breast slipped away, down to my other thigh, hefting my skirt higher.
Then, surprisingly — since I wasn’t sure he had the strength to lift a sturdy woman like me — he grabbed the underside of my thighs and boosted me up. My hand was pulled off his cockas I clamped my legs around his waist, helping to keep myself in place. This put my breasts at head level for him. He took my other nipple into his mouth, sucking insistently. I gasped at his attentions even as the tip of his slender cock brushed my wet folds.
I let out a long and unabashed moan of pleasure, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Leo.” Just in case he had any hesitations about taking the next step.
He didn’t.
Yet, where Kel might have thrust hard and entered me quickly, Leo played and teased, rocking his hips, wetting his tip in my folds first. Then, his thrusts ever so slowly deepened, each frisky push delving just a little deeper than the last.
And this drawn-out penetration — compared to what I’d known with Kel — drove me mad. I needed to feel his fullness. I gasped with the firm press of each teasing touch on my extremely receptive and responsive opening.
“Enough play,” I hissed and tightened my legs around him pulling my hips down over him, driving him deep inside me. He may not have been as thick as Kel, but that didn’t stop me from feeling every glorious inch of him. I let out a long moan of near-orgasmic revelation at the press of his erection deep inside me. He added short thrusts to my movements, pounding my clit when we met.
His lips slipped off my nipple — now very aroused — and I gasped. Then he tilted his head back, and I lowered my lips to his. Our mouths pressed, wet and deep, as he drove me to the brink of bliss.
Gods, I wanted this so bad. I’d been blissfully buzzed, worked up by Kel earlier. It wouldn’t take much to get me off. Leo’s thrusts quickened. Our faces drew apart as we gasped and groaned. Our gazes locked, hot and intense. His sea-green eyes blazed with desire.
“Come,” I whispered. “Come with me.” Then I couldn’t speak as I was thrown over the brink of bliss into the yawning chasm of a hot and pounding orgasm.
Leo drove himself hard within me one final time, his cock pulsing with his release. Heat bloomed inside me. He whispered a soft but insistent: “Yes!”
I clasped myself around his shaft, hard, wanting to feel every throbbing pulse, and that only intensified his experience. His eyes widened as he gasped.
“Gods,” he breathed.
I found enough breath to whisper: “They had nothing to do with it.”
He laughed. And that caused both of us to lose our breath again as the mirthful convulsions threw us back into waves of ecstasy. And when that subsided, Leo pulled me close into his arms, holding me as we slowly regained our breath.
“Wow,” I breathed, next to his ear. I could still feel the pulse and surge of his release within me, relentless. Occasionally he’d shudder and hold me closer. I’d never felt so intimate with someone, so cherished and needed and sexy.
When he did eventually finish, our bodies starting to cool, we slowly disengaged, and he let me down.
“I’m sorry if that was too quick and abrupt,” Leo said softly.
“That was fucking amazing, is what it was,” I gasped, flushed and still a little breathless, mouth dry. “We couldn’t have done slow if we’d wanted to. We’ll do slow… later.”
Would he want to be with me again, or had this been a once-only thing?
Those sea-green eyes caught mine in a long and loving glance. “Tisi…” He blinked as his brow furrowed. “Can I call you that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, with a breath of a laugh. After what we’d just done, he could call me whatever he wanted.
