“I can’t come,” I admit, the words tight with embarrassment. “You’ll be down there forever, and we’ll both be frustrated. Just come fuck me.” It’s happened a couple of times, partners meaning well, determined to be the first and failing miserably, and it’s always embarrassing.
I thought that by being straightforward, I would get him to do what I asked.
But instead, he smiles widely.
Devious.
Excited, even.
He holds my eyes as his head dips, as his lips come together, and he presses a soft kiss to my clit, then flicks his tongue out to taste it. I suck in a breath and tighten at the sharp need that cracks through me, and he grins.
“I don’t mind,” he says.
I’ve heard that before, before I wrote off sex with other people because it wasn’t worth the headache of having to find someone and coordinate a low-key hookup only to leave unsatisfied. I’ve been told that before, and lay there while a man did his best work, never taking me anywhere close to where I needed to be. I’ve had to fake it to end the uncomfortable show and get fucked the way I asked.
I do not want to fake it with Leo.
Something tells me this isn’t just a one-time thing, and I don’t want to start something that could be beautiful by faking it.
“Leo—”
“I like playing, Willa. Even if you don’t come on my tongue, I promise you, we’re both going to enjoy the ride.”
I’m speechless, and he smiles before he dips his head, and all thoughts of convincing him to stop are long gone when his tongue starts to move on me.
He moves from center to clit, dipping inside to taste me and groaning as he does, then moving up to flick at my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I suck in a sharp breath. His eyes move up my body, and even though I can't see it, the smile I know is on his lips shines in his eyes. When he moves back to my entrance, his tongue slides into me, and he moves his head left and right, his nose pressing against my clit.
I bite back the moan that climbs up my throat, releasing a heavy breath as his eyes stay watching me, reading me. He does it again, sliding his tongue in a bit deeper this time and groaning as he does. Need curls in my belly, and my breathing quickens, but it’s not until he slides two thick fingers inside me, his lips wrapping around my clit, that another moan slips from my lips. I stop it halfway through, my back arching as pleasure courses through me, but then his fingers stop, his head snaps up to look at me over my body.
“None of that,” he says, voice firm, almostangry.
“What?”
“You and me, we’re done pretending, and that includes pretending you’re not completely into what I’m doing to your body, Willa. I want to hear it all, honey. Every noise you make, every sigh, every moan. They’re mine. Don’t withhold them from me.” His fingers start to move again, slowly sliding in and out of me, slowly fucking me, and I gasp. When he crooks them, his thumb moving to brush over my clit, a small moan leaves my lips without my permission, but when his eyes are still on mine, they light up, and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed like normal. “No more making yourself smaller, Willa. No more of it. When you’re with me, you’re you. You’re loud. You don’t hide if you’re enjoying something I’m doing.”
I watch him and speak before I can even think. “Okay, Leo,” I murmur, and he groans at my acquiescence. It starts a chain reaction, my pussy tightening around his fingers, and anothergroan leaves his lips. I smile at him, and he returns it, but it’s gone from my lips as soon as his head drops again.
Then he starts to eat me again, his mouth and tongue moving on my clit, and his fingers start to fuck me, crooking and hitting a spot that even I’ve never touched, and my hips lift. Even though I want to tip my head back and slam my eyes shut as the pleasure moves through me, I don’t. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on Leo as the wave moves through me, and I moan loudly.
And I am so fucking glad I did when I get to watch a satisfied smile spread across his lips.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. Then his head drops, and his lips circle my clit, sucking deep as his fingers move inside of me. My hips buck to get more, and another sound comes out, something I couldn’t control if I wanted to, but it’s almost as if the dam has broken, and I can’t contain my sounds any longer.
I rock on his face as he eats me, as he finger fucks me, moaning his name, writhing with need as the pleasure twists, coiling into itself in my belly, growing warmer and warmer and seeping into my veins.
“That’s it, baby,” he says when he lifts his head. His lips are wet with me, and I moan again, tightening around his fingers as he slides a third in and starts to fuck me hard and fast.
”Please, Leo. Oh god, please.” His thumb swipes over my swollen, needy clit, and I groan. “Fuck me.”
“No, no, I’m having far too much fun down here, baby. Whenever you’re ready to come on my tongue, I’ll be waiting.”
And then he drops his head again and continues to devour me.
And for the first time in my life, that doesn’t feel like a threat or a challenge. Instead, it feels empowering.
And to my surprise, after what feels like no time at all, I can feel it coming, the orgasm to end all orgasms approaching as hesucks and fucks me, groaning his own appreciation as he does. His own hips move, grinding into the bed like he genuinely is getting just as much out of this as I am. My breathing halts, stuttering as my hips try to move. A firm, rough hand moves to my hip, pinning me down, and I mewl. He looks up my body, his hair a mess, his eyes hot and wild, and without thinking, I slide my hand down, pushing his hair over his forehead to get a better view.
His eyelids lower as he groans into my pussy, clearly liking that I want to watch, and it tips me closer to the edge.
