Leo moved, his need to feel her, to taste her overwhelming. He slid down her body, leaving a kiss on every inch of his skin on his way. Till he settled his shoulder between her thighs.
A surprised gasp left Prim’s lips as she looked at him over her most hidden center. Leo skimmed over her, exposed and ready, and his teeth grazed his lower lip, begging he would show restraint tonight, make it good for her. It was proving to be more difficult than he ever thought.
“Do you trust me, Prim?”
“I do,” she didn’t even miss a beat.
He leaned closer, his tongue darted out, and softly touched her folds. A deep, sharp, broken sound left her lips, something deep within her very soul. Her hips jerked off the bed, not to avoid his touch, but to seek it. Her hands flew in his hair, fisting his strands, just to anchor herself in the sensation he was waking.
Two strong arms looped around her thighs softly but firmly, to keep her right where Leo wanted her. One long, languid swipe of his tongue from her entrance to that achingly sensitive peak, and her whole body seized, trembling as if struck by lightning. He kept worshipping her, slowly, reverently, making her used to his touch.
Prim was melting and at the same time tightening around him. Every lick, every touch, every breath over her core was erasing everything else. The hurt, the anger, the loneliness. Leo could hear her breath, a ragged plea whispered by her lips. He could feel her quivering body around him.
He circled that tight bud with the very tip of his tongue, keeping a maddening pace, making her cry out again and again. She was not suffering alone. Leo was hard, suffocating in his breeches, the friction of the mattress not even close enough for what he needed. But this was about her, all for her, only for her.
Leo looked up at her, her eyes half-closed, her lips open, her head thrashing on the pillow. His touch became even more possessive, wanting all of her pleasure for him. He was patient for a while now, wasn’t he? He was making her feel good and took care of her. He could do more, for both of them. He sucked on her little bundle of nerves.
“Leo, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he said, his voice gruff with need. “I will take care of you.”
His other hand moved, freeing her only to dip between her thighs, up to her leaking center. One gentle touch, feather-like and soft, but it ran through her violently, quaking her body. He didn’t stop his double attack but kept it slow, gentle, and totally enflaming.
“Please, please,” Prim begged.
Leo knew she was balanced on the precipice. She needed him to guide her over the edge. He kept his mouth on her, his tongue a relentless torment, while one long finger, slick with her arousal, slowly tested her tight entrance. Prim’s back arched off the bed in a silent scream. The last of her control was shattered. The hot coil deep in her belly snapped.
“Leo!”
Her climax came like a storm and tore through her in waves, every muscle tight. She trembled as if liquid fire went through her, her hands fisting hard his hair. He welcomed the surge of pleasure that made her convulse around his finger and his mouth.
He didn’t stop. His mouth replaced his finger and lapped up all of her, drawing out every last, shuddering pulse of her release.He then pressed tender kisses on her thighs before rising to his knees between her legs.
His hand went for his breeches, his movements deliberate, entirely focused on her, to see if she was ready for him. She ate him hungry through her gaze, anticipation building each time one button was undone. With a firm tug, he pulled his trousers off along with his stockings and shoes.
Leo was now completely bare to her, his own need evident as he shamelessly regarded her. One sign of fear, and he would stop. Instead, Prim took him all in with a fresh wave of desire.
“Look at me like that, Prim, and I won’t stop,” he warned.
Her response was a timid but heated look over his body, her chest drawing deep breaths. He leaned and pulled her by the hands to him. He made her hands touch him, travel from the plains of his chest, her fingers tangled in the peppered hair there, down the hard ridges of his abdomen. His eyes closed as he felt her touch.
He dropped her back on the mattress and followed her, bracing his weight on one arm beside her head, his mouth capturing hers. The kiss is fiery, intense, a promise of what was yet to come.
“Prim,” he said in a strained voice. “I will be gentle. But this might sting. Breathe with me.”
She nodded in a haze.
“Do you trust me?” he needed another confirmation.
“I trust you. I’ll breathe.”
“Good girl,” he sealed his approval with a kiss.
He moved aching slowly, barely controlling his body. His manhood found her entrance. Gently, he pushed. Prim gasped.
“Breathe, Prim,” he kissed her neck. “Good, like this.”
He withdrew and came back, just a little more. His mouth was kissing her, encouraging her, reminding her to breathe, licking her ear.
