It’s too good.
I’m not going to last.
Pleasure builds and builds inside me until it tips from being something that I’m experiencing to something that I just am. Heat detonates at the base of my spine, and my muscles lock. I spill over his fist.
Oh holy mother of everything sacred and several things that aren’t.
Leo pulls out of me gently.
I lie there for a long moment, face-down, breathing as if I’ve just been resuscitated. My limbs appear to have been replaced with something non-structural. When I finally manage to raise my head off the mattress, the first thing I see is Leo.
He’s propped up on one elbow, watching me with a smile. I smile in return, but then my gaze drops down his body to his still very hard cock. I have an uncontrollable urge to absolutely destroy him in the best possible way.
And I don’t want it ever said that I neglect my duties.
“Here,” I say. I sit up and grab his hips, hauling him up onto his knees so I can take him into my mouth.
Leo closes his eyes like the sight of my lips wrapped around him is too much.
I take him in slowly. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him, salt and skin and heat, and oh my god, I love everything about this man so much.
His thighs tense under my hands, and the sound he makes is low, involuntary, like it escaped without permission. It goes straight through me.
I find a rhythm, slow and deliberate, taking him deeper each time, and the stretch of my jaw is a good ache, the kind that makes me feel greedy and powerful. Along with desperate for more.
His breathing fractures above me. His hips shift forward and then catch, like he’s trying not to thrust. I press my hands harder into his thighs and take him deeper because I don’t want his control tonight. I want the Leo that exists underneath it.
“Close,” he gasps.
I pull my mouth off him because I want to watch the moment he comes undone.
His face is wrecked. Not just flushed and undone but completely open.
We lock eyes, and that’s what does it. His jaw goes slack, his abs clench, and his hand tightens in my hair.
He comes all over my neck and chest in a way that is frankly territorial.
He sways slightly on his knees, and I press my palm flat against his stomach to steady him. His muscles are still twitching under my hand.
“Holy fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” he pants, staring down at the mess he’s left behind.
“Why not?” I ask. “It’s much better than other ways animals mark their territory in the animal kingdom.”
He laughs his deep Leo laugh and collapses beside me, pulling me to him so the stickiness on my chest becomes a shared problem, which feels about right for us.
“We’re going to have to leave such a big tip for the hotel staff,” I say, eyeing the destroyed bed around us, and he chuckles again.
It’s like after our first time together. He just can’t seem to stop touching me, running his hands along my arms, my ribs, the curve of my hip.
I touch him back, tracing the lines of his collarbone and the ridge of muscle across his shoulders. My fingers find the hollow at the base of his throat where his pulse beats steady and slow, and I press my lips there because I can. Because he’s here and I’m here, and how incredible is that?
We lie there holding each other until the stickiness goes from romantic to uncomfortable.
“Shower?” I suggest.
“Shower,” he agrees.
Of course washing each other in the shower leads to kissing, which leads to his hand wrapped around both of our cocks.
