Eager to come, I plead for him to tell me what he wants to do to me.
“I want to lick your pussy, and I want you to come all over my face.”
“What else?”
“I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you right here, Erika.”
My body is aching, screaming inside for its release.
“Now be a good girl and come for me. Give yourself to me. Let go.”
My orgasm hits with such force, it punches the air from my lungs.
My body locks, and I dig my nails into his shoulder hard enough that I know I’ll leave bruises. I’m panting and moaning, my orgasm going on for longer than I ever thought possible. My body basks in the pleasure that I’ve never reached with someone before. It’s addictive; I want more.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” Leon’s praise sounds distant even though he’s right here, stroking my hair with one hand and with the other, letting me ride out my orgasm.
I’m so wet, I’m dripping down his fingers onto my inner thighs.
There is so much softness in his expression; it’s like pride mixed with something else I can’t quite identify. Longing? Lust? Love?
It’s undeniable what he did and the connection we share. My body knows him and needs him like my lungs need oxygen.
“I came,” I say, sounding shocked as my breathing returns to normal, my body humming with pure elation and joy.
“It was beautiful.”
“It was incredible.”
“You’re incredible, Erika.” Leon bites his bottom lip and stares deep into my eyes at the same time he slides his fingers out of me.
I suck in a breath and wince. “It’s been a long time since I had sex, and your fingers are much thicker than my vibrator.” Clearly, orgasms make me loose lipped.
“You haven’t had sex in a while?” His voice rises by a couple of octaves as if shocked by my confession.
“It’s been over six months,” I admit. “Him and I.” I don’t say Huck’s name out loud. “We just weren’t compatible.”
“Do you think we’re compatible?” His voice is low and raspy, his hooded eyes watching me like he’s studying every single detail of my face too.
“I do.” He just did what no other man has been able to do. Of course we’re compatible.
The corners of his mouth lift, and I can tell he likes my answer.
Smug bastard.
Leon lifts his hand to his mouth and licks one finger, then another, slowly, licking my orgasm off them. When he’s almost done, he says, “You taste fucking delicious. Sweeter than honey, beautiful. Suck my tongue and taste yourself.” He pushes his tongue out of his mouth—an invitation for me to accept.
Holy shit. Leon is hot and dirty. Dirtier than any man I’ve ever been with. Now I’m hoping he asks me to get on my knees and suck him dry. I will if he wants me to; I might even offer up my services first.
Willingly, I move closer and suck his tongue. Hard. Making him moan and thrust upward. His cock, that’s been hard throughout our encounter, brushes against my sensitive clit, and I let out a soft whimper as I taste myself on him. It’s so hot. I’ve never done anything like this before.
He recoils his tongue into his mouth, then grins.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’ve been dating the wrong men, Erika.”
“I have.” I’ve been missing out on all of this.
“You like dirty talk.”
