“What are you going to do?”Whatever Leo is planning to do to prove his stamina, I wish I had my phone so I could photo-document it.Or that I could have photo-documented any part of our relationship to look back on later.But especially now, when Leo looks a really attractive mix of confident and sexy and mischievous.
And fun.
He doesn’t answer with words.He leans forward and grabs the ankle closest to him, raising it into his lap.I tilt my head at him, not expecting that move.He maintains eye contact with a hint of a self-assured smile as his hand slides under the many layers of my dress, caressing calf, knee and thigh along the way.
Is he going to—oh god.Yes, he is.
With the background chatter of a hundred rakes downstairs, Leo slips his fingers past the slit in my open drawers.Damn unintentionally sexy Victorian underwear that is supposed to be for me to use the bathroom without getting undressed.Not for…this.
But this is better.
I grip the seat of the wooden bench we’re on, knuckles turning white as I bite my bottom lip to keep the moan in.Not that anyone would hear it over the sound of partying below, but it’s hard to rationalize through things when Leo’s touching me like this in public.
I just barely keep the moan in, but as Leo’s fingers find my clit and stroke the wetness he finds there, I can’t stop my heavy breathing.My chest fights against the corset restraining me, and I get a bit out of breath the more his fingers play me like an instrument, eliciting sounds I didn’t know I could make.
Guttural, primal sounds.
More grunts than words; more sensation than coherent thought.
As my body focuses on the bundle of nerves between my legs, the rest of me loses its ability to function.I slump down, bringing my other foot up to the bench to spread my legs and give him better access.
He follows my slumping body down, pressing his erection against my leg as his fingers increase in speed rubbing my clit.Soon that’s not enough for him, because he slips all the way off the bench.I lean up on my forearms on the hard surface to see what’s happening, but don’t see him.Because he’s already disappeared under my skirts.
His mouth replaces his fingers, licking my clit with as much precision as his finger was employing seconds before.
My body likes that too much and defeats my good intentions to keep quiet.A moan escapes as I get closer to orgasm, feeling the familiar tightening take over my entire body, straightening and straining every muscle.
Before I get my happy ending, Leo pulls away from under my skirts and reappears to sit on the bench.Now my groan is one of frustration.
I’m dazed by the abrupt loss, but with the newfound confidence of Victorian Meera, I go after what I want.
I start unbuttoning everything in front of me: coat, pants, vest, shirt; anything that even loosely resembles a button is getting tugged on.His penis is in clear agreement with me, hard as a rock when I brush against it in my frenzy to undress.
“Hold on one second, love.”Leo flattens his hands on mine and I still.
“But I don’t want to.”I pout.Not proud about it, but that’s my response to a lack of Leo.
“I want you, too.But I was told I wasn’t a hedonist, and I have to prove myself.”
“I take it back.You’re the most hedonistic hedonist to ever hedonism in the history of the world.I’ll fight anyone who says different.”
“I am not sufficiently convinced that you have changed your mind.”Leo stands up and takes my hand, urging me to do the same.
“You make my legs jelly and now I have to walk on them?This isn’t hedonist stuff; this is torture.”
“Hmm.You will not think that in a minute.”
We only get as far as the railing in front of us.My legs are still wobbly from what Leo was doing, but they hold for the journey.He sets my forearms on the rail, giving me support as he crowds behind me until I’m bent over at the waist and looking down.There’s no one under us, since the balcony overlooks an empty hallway.
But I can still hear the crowd of people somewhere under us, out of sight but also too near.A few steps in the wrong direction, and they’ll see me hanging off the side of a railing, still clothed but breasts straining against my bodice, bouncing as Leo thrusts against me.
“But the people…” I break off on a moan when Leo grabs me around the neck on one side and bites into the other side.He holds me in place with a giant hand while he kisses the spot he just bit.
“No one comes back here.But we’ll stop if you want.Find somewhere more private.”Leo’s front is thrusting against my back while his hand and mouth make me care less and less about getting found.
“No.”I don’t want to wait for however long it’ll take to get to a private location.It would waste too much time, which is already a limited resource.
And it’s kind of hot.Plus, I’m confident now; Icando anything I want, andwilldo anything I want.
