I growl against her instead, the sound vibrating straight through her clit, and suck harder while my fingers rub that perfect spot inside her in tight, insistent circles.
She breaks.
Her whole body locks tight, back bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around my head, a raw, shattered cry tearing from her throat as she comes undone. Wet heat floods my tongue, her inner walls pulsing and fluttering around my fingers in frantic little spasms. I work her through every wave, licking slower now, softer, drawing it out until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, hips twitching with aftershocks.
Only then do I ease off.
I press one last gentle kiss to her swollen clit making her jolt, and crawl back up her body, settling my weight over her. Her eyes are dazed, pupils blown, cheeks flushed deep. She looks like she’s been through a war she barely won.
I brush damp hair off her forehead, thumb tracing the arch of her cheekbone.
“Breathe,” I murmur.
She tries. The breaths come shaky and uneven.
I kiss her softly letting her taste herself on my tongue. She makes a small, surprised sound, then opens for me, kissing me back with lazy, sated heat.
When I pull back, her eyes find mine.
“You…” She swallows, voice hoarse. “You’re really good at that.”
A low laugh rumbles out of me, unexpected and rough. “I’m glad you think so because I’m going to need to do that every day.”
She bites her lip, suddenly shy again despite everything we just did. “I’ve never… come like that.”
I drop my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “Let it be the first of many, then.”
I kiss her again, deeper this time, slower, letting her feel every inch of the truth in it. My cock is still aching, thick and heavy between us, but I make no move to push for more. Not yet.
She needs to feel this first, the afterglow, the safety, the certainty that I’m not going to take and take until there’s nothing left of her even if I want to.
I roll to my side, pulling her against my chest, tucking her head under my chin. Her body curls into mine like it belongs there.
“Sleep a little more,” I murmur into her hair. “We’ve got time.”
She makes a soft, sleepy sound of agreement, already drifting, her fingers curling loosely into my shirt again.
Florrie
I wake slowly this time, warm and boneless in a way I've never felt before.
My body feels heavy, sated, like I've been taken apart and put back together in a slightly different configuration. Everything is softer, quieter. Even the panic that's been clawing at my chest since last night has dulled to a distant hum.
Leon's arms are still around me, one hand splayed possessively across my lower back, the other cradling my head against his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, feel the rise and fall of his breathing.
He's awake. I can tell by the way his thumb is moving in slow circles against my spine.
"Hi," I whisper against his shirt.
"Hi." His voice is rough, deeper than before. "How do you feel?"
How do I feel?
My thighs ache. My body is still tingling with aftershocks. My mind is spinning with the memory of what he just did to me, how he made me come apart with his mouth and fingers like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Good," I manage. "Really good."
"Good." He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "You should rest more. We have that dinner tonight and—"
