And it escalates when his fingers leave my body, his free hand pressing on my lower belly, and his fingers of the wet hand flattening and quickly rubbing over my swollen, needy clit. I shriek as it builds and starts to crest.
“You’re good, honey, come on. Come for me.” He’s so insistent, so hot, his voice so needy, it sends me higher.
“Leo—” I try to warn once more, but then it happens.
I scream.
I scream as pleasure wracks my body, almost sobbing at the relief as liquid gushes from me, and I come, my body quaking, unintelligible sounds leaving my lips.
“Oh, my fucking god,” he groans, his fingers still moving against my over-sensitized clit, and it sends another wave through me, more wet coming from me.
“Leo,” I whine, my hips bucking, away or toward his hand, I can’t even tell. I both want and need more, and can’t handle another moment of his touch.
“I am so fucking hard watching you right now, Willa. Holy fuck. That was the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I think I?—”
“You squirted, honey. You made a big fucking mess, and it was fucking glorious,” he says, then proceeds to lay wet kisses to my body: my stomach, my wet inner thighs, the dip between my hips and my thigh, my center, my clit.
Despite the now numerous intense orgasms that have wrung me dry, when Leo speaks, I moan. He gives me one last lick from the entrance to clit, groaning before he stands and slides his shorts off. His cock bobs free, and despite the dazed state I’m still in, I make sure to catalog my first glimpse at the glory of a naked Leo. His cock is hard and thick, his thighs muscled, hips narrow, and instantly, I want him inside of me,
“Now I’m going to fuck you,” he says, and I nod eagerly, watching as he strokes his cock, standing between my legs. His fingers are soaked in my wet, and I watch as he coats his long, thick cock with it, another moan leaving my lips. “Do you like that?” I can’t focus, my body still humming, my mind still lost, my eyes still locked on the visual of him stroking himself. “Do you like seeing yourself all over me?”
I nod, though still, my attention never leaves the sight before me. I burn it to the back of my eyes. Save it for a rainy day.
He moves then, kneeling between my legs on the bed, continuing to stroke himself.
A groan leaves his lips, and his hand moves between my legs, swiping there, and I catch my breath, but then he moves back to himself, stroking the new wet all over. “I could come like this,” he says, voice low, sending pleasure ricocheting through me. “Looking at you, spread before me, bed soaked, your cum all over my cock.”
“Do it,” I whisper, then, without thinking, I slide my hand between my legs and touch my clit gently. It’s so over-sensitized, so swollen, that I jolt when I do, sucking a sharp breath. A rough, deep groan leaves Leo’s lips as I so, and it makes me moan.
“Maybe next time,” he says, then shifts away. “Keep playing while I get a condom.”
I don’t know what happens.
I don’t know what happens, because if there is one thing that has been hammered in my head, it’s to use a condom.
If America’s sweetheart can’t get drunk, she surely can’t get pregnant.
But I haven’t had a hook-up in nearly two years, and I’ve been on birth control to control my acne since I was fifteen.
So I reach out and grab Leo’s wrist, stopping his retreat.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper. His hand on his cock pauses, and his jaw slackens.
“What?”
“I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been anyone in a long time. I’ve been tested since, and it’s all clear. When he still doesn’t speak, nerves enter. “But we don’t have to. That was silly, I?—”
“Are you telling me I can fuck you bare?”
“If you want?” I ask, unsure now. “But it’s not—” My words stop when he moves again, this time shifting off the bed.
“Keep fucking playing with your clit while I slide into you,” he says, shifting his body so he’s over me, a hand between us as my knees cock out to give him room to slide in between my legs.
“I—” I start, unsure, but then he’s between my legs, the thick head of him sliding up and down my pussy before stopping at my entrance, and two thick inches slide into me. My head falls back as he stretches me, and I groan, hips lifting to get another inch, but his hand moves from his cock to my hips, stopping me. “Leo,” I mewl.
“Fucking years,” he groans, holding me, moving to the inside of my thighs, spreading me wider. He pulls out an inch, then gives it back, and the stretch of him pins me right to the edge already. “Fucking years I’ve told myself I couldn’t have this. Thought I never would, my dream woman.” He groans, deep andvisceral as he slides in all the way, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. I moan his name. When I do, his hips buck a bit, sliding just a bit deeper.
