“I already told you I wanted you here for the long term, Willa.”
“But now you showed me, and that means even more.” She smiles as her hands move behind her once more, undoing the strapless bra and releasing her breasts. Without thinking, my hand moves up her bare waist, sliding until I cup her breasts, basking in the feel of her skin beneath mine once more.
It feels like it’s been a lifetime without this.
“Honey,” I breathe, but it’s not a protestation; it’s a prayer.
“Leo,” she whispers, her hands moving as I brush a rough thumb over her nipple and watch it peak. My gaze drifts down to where she’s sliding her thumbs into her underwear and pushing them down until she’s naked before me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Willa—” She moves, stepping back and away from me. Her hands move to the desk behind her, pressing and lifting her body until she’s sliding her ass on the edge of it.
I wish I had the presence of mind to take a photo, her naked on something I built, looking at me like she desperatelyneedsme the same way I need her.
But I have bigger priorities.
“Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.” She lifts an eyebrow at me, a challenge as she settles herself onto the desk.
“What, are you worried it’s not sturdy enough?” I tip my head back, a full-bellied laugh escaping my lips, and I feel like I’m floating on air. My Willa is back, and everything is good again. Everything is right.
“Willa, don’t insult me,” I say, stepping closer.
“Then prove it, Sinclaire.” I move then, closing the gap and standing between her spread legs. My hand slides up into her hair, tugging it to angle her head where I want her, using the other to pull her close to me and kissing her wild, senseless, untilwe’re both breathing heavy. Her hands move to my hair, pulling and twisting in a way I missed so desperately.
I need to taste every inch of her skin, and I start on that journey as my lips move down her neck. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I move to her neck, sucking and biting, sure I’ll be leaving a mark, but unable to have the presence of mind to care. Not when her legs are spreading wider, hips shifting, breathy pleas falling from her lips.
Mine move lower, over her shoulder, down her collarbone, sucking a nipple into my mouth. As I do, my hand moves down her side and over her hips to grab her leg, lift it, and set the heel of the shoe she hasn’t taken off onto the edge of the desk. I hope the stiletto leaves marks in the wood, a permanent reminder of tonight. My lips continue down, pressing against her stomach as I move to my knees. Suddenly, she must catch on to my goal, because she shakes her head.
“No, no,” she mutters, eyes glassy and hooded. “I want you to fuck me.”
I smile up at her. “I will. But I haven’t tasted you in too long, Willa. Let me eat.”
Her lips part before her tongue comes out to wet them, a dazed look on her face. I dip my head once more on a mission.
She doesn’t hesitate this time, unlike the very first time I did this. Instead, now, her fingers move through my hair, using the strands to grip and tug me where she wants me, tightening when she needs more and loosening when I’m right where she needs me. I groan into her cunt, and her hips move, bucking and shifting to ride my face.
“Fingers,” she moans, and I oblige, sliding two thick fingers inside her. Her hips buck up, and she tightens as I crook them, stroking along her front wall. I continue working her, and her fingers hold my face to her pussy as I devour her, groaning at the taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds she makes. “Leo.”
It’s a warning as she approaches the edge, her hips shifting faster. It’s been weeks of teasing and foreplay, so I’m not surprised by the speed of her approaching orgasm, but it sounds like she is. “Leo!”
My lips wrap around her clit and suck hard as I fuck my fingers into her hard and fast, on a mission. It happens a few moments later, her pussy tightening around me as she screams out my name, her fingers gripping almost painfully in my hair and making me groan again into her. The vibrations move through her, and her hips buck, drawing her orgasm out longer before she slowly loosens. I continue to move my fingers inside of her slowly, my tongue licking and sucking gently. Her fingers tug on my hair, pulling my head back, and I look up at her.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a naked Willa, fresh from an orgasm, cheeks rosy, chest panting, lips parted as she looks down her body at me on my knees. I wish I had a single artistic bone in my body that I could use to paint or draw and immortalize it.
“Fuck me,” she groans, and all thoughts of capturing the moment are gone, burned away with my own need. I slide my fingers out of her, and the mewl that leaves her lips has my cock stiffening painfully. I run my tongue over her one last time. “Leo!” Her hand still in my hair tugs again, desperate now, and I laugh as I follow her unspoken command, moving between her legs. Her hand fumbles between us, undoing the button of my jeans as I strip my shirt off. I’m not worried about getting fully naked, knowing that this is going to be quick, what with it being so long since I had her last, but I want to feel her skin against me as I slide back home. My shirt is on the floor by the time she's pulling my cock out, and I groan at the feel of her soft fingers wrapped around me. Her grip is tighter than normal, and my hips buck. When I look down at her, her lips tip up.
“Noticed you’re a bit rougher than I am,” she murmurs, referencing the numerous video calls we’ve had. “What do you like, baby? Do you want me to stroke you harder? Or do you like it when I tease you?” She gives examples of both, and each is its own perfect torture.
“Don’t care, so long as your hand is on me,” I say, then bend a bit, dipping my head to press my lips to hers, my arm wrapping around her back to pull her tight, until her upper half is pressed against mine. She sighs into the kiss, feeling that same consuming sensation of rightness as it slows, becoming everything I feel for her and everything she feels for me. Her hand around me shifts, guiding the tip to her entrance, and when I slide into her, we both sigh.
“Fuck,” she whimpers as I settle in deep, staying there for a moment to catch my breath, to soak in the rightness of it.
“I know,” I groan.
Because I do.
I’ve never felt this whole in my life, having Willa here in my arms, in our home, in the office I built her, after being away from her for so long. And right then, I decide there is no universe where we’re going back to the way things were, back to that emptiness I feel without having her near.
I am never going to keep away from her for that long. Fuck my job, fuck contracts, and fuck the press. Willa Stone is mine, and I’m tired of pretending she’s anything but that.
