“Fucked,” he corrects, sliding his knuckles over me. “Singular.”
I huff. “That makes it better then.”
My breath hitches when he pushes my panties to the side, and his deft fingers rub slow circles over my clit, making severalfuses in my brain short-circuit. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a replay of what I did one day.”
My eyelashes flutter as I grapple for control. “Yeah? You’d do that for—” My words cut off on a moan as he slides a finger inside me.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
I nod. How receptive would my body be if I told him to skip the foreplay and just fuck me already? Ugh, it’d likely guarantee that we wouldn’t be having sex today.
“No, use your words,” Leo says, drawing his finger out slowly before pushing it back into me. “Promise me that you’ll tell me if you feel the slightest discomfort.”
It’s hard to talk when his thumb is doing something that makes me choke on air with how good it feels. “I promise. Just—gently,” I manage to get out, but it’s more of a groan than anything.
“Whatever you need,” he murmurs against my skin as he trails kisses along my stomach.
His lips wrap around my nipple, and I buck, pushing my chest up to chase the pleasure as he continues to slowly fuck me with a single finger. I reach for the waistband of his sweats, expecting him to battle me off to keep the focus on me, but he lets me grab his cock through the material.
He curses the moment contact is made, and I tighten my grip, eyes widening from the hard bumps along the underside of his shaft.
My impatience immediately gets the better of me. I tug his sweats down just as a bead of pearly liquid gathers on his crown and trickles over the throbbing vein past row upon row of piercings.
Leo’s bare length is thick and heavy in my hand. Hard as stone, yet soft to the touch. He twitches in my grip as my fingers wrap around him to squeeze up his length, and I use my thumbto capture the gathering moisture on his head before bringing it to my mouth.
His salty flavor explodes on my tongue, and I moan my appreciation. From the towel to now getting his cum straight from the source—dreams do come true.
“Fuck, Mina,” he growls, and punishes—or rewards—me by adding a second finger inside me.
I groan, grabbing his cock again as my pleasure steadily rises higher. I keep waiting for the moment my stomach cramps, or for sharp pains to start radiating out from my core, but it doesn’t progress more than a dull, distant ache that slowly disappears the more Leo doesthatwith his fingers.
He’s curving them just right and rubbing my clit with his other thumb as I try in vain to give him my best damn attempt at a hand job, but I’m failing miserably. I pause and jerk every few seconds, changing the pressure and gripping strength every time he pumps his fingers back into me.
The noises in this room are nothing short of inappropriate, especially when he’s grunting like whatever nonsense I’m doing to him actually feels good.
My glasses fall down my nose and sit at an odd angle. I yank them off and throw them somewhere to the side—I’ll find them later.
Everything becomes a blur, right before I see spots. He adds a third finger, and he might as well have cast a spell over me because the pleasure multiplies, and I’m left careening toward the blinding light. The ecstasy from the climax is suffocating, and the pained ache that follows is blissful for the first time in my life.
I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing when he doesn’t give me more than a few seconds to come down from the high before spreading my thighs further apart to settle between them.
“Keep your legs open for me. That’s it. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he rasps, taking over fisting his shaft.
I’m not sure when I let go, but my chance to work it out dwindles when he lines himself up at my entrance. I quietly whimper, not out of pain or hesitation, but there’s a part of me frightened that I’ll disappoint him again.
That line of thinking is also stopped in its tracks when he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me like I’m the only person in the universe he’ll ever want. It untangles the knots in my chest to allow warmth to spread all the way down to my toes.
And he’s looking at me.
Eyes open, soft around the edges, cataloging every minute reaction and mark on my skin. He’s looking at me like he loves me.
Slowly,gently, his hips push forward, and my body stretches around him. He captures my moans with his lips and breathes them down like he can keep the sound with him forever.
My core clenches around him, making him grunt as he pushes deeper. I can feel each barbell go in and add pressure to my already sensitive flesh. My fingers find his back, and I dig my nails in to ask for more.
Leo’s careful not to sheath himself fully, stopping part way to draw back and feed me an extra inch before starting again. Even once he’s all in, he doesn’t pick up speed, chuckling as he lets me pant and squirm beneath him, keeping the same agonizingly slow pace.
My eyes water knowing he’s holding himself back. It’s for my benefit, but my fucking God, unless he starts fucking me like he means it, I’m either going to hit him or cry.
