“Oh,” I sigh as my head moves back and forth. The pleasure of this moment is too much. I think I might die while at the same time, feeling like I’ve never been more alive.
Leo licks me harder and harder, letting out low, dark sounds in the back of his throat as he does it. “You are innocent.” He licks my nub. “You.” Lick. “Are.” Lick. “Mine.”
In this moment, I believe him. How can I be anyone else’s?
“Scream my name,” he orders. “As you come on my tongue. Scream my name.”
His tongue works my nub like magic. Over and over until I can’t see straight. Until I can’t even breathe.
And that’s when my orgasm hits me.
“Leo,” I cry out, giving him what he wants because… I want it too.
He continues to lick me even once my orgasm passes. I sigh as he kisses up my body, pushing my dress up until he slips it over my head. His lips wrap around one of my nipples while his hand plays with my other breast.
The pleasure of it makes me press my legs together to help the arousal flaring through me.
Leo lets my nipple go. “You liked when I ate your pussy?”
“Is that what you call it?”
“What do you call it?”
“My private area. It’s…” It’s what my mother would refer to it as. None of her romance books could have prepared me for this. Leo placing his mouth on me. Nothing could have prepared me for Leo to begin with.
“It’s your pussy. Say it.”
“My pussy,” I whisper, my face on fire.
“Are you embarrassed, baby? You don’t need to be. It’s a natural thing what I just did.”
“I wasn’t taught that.”
“Then what were you taught?”
“Nothing,” I admit.
“How sheltered were you?”
His question catches me off guard. “My entire life.”
“Are you lying to me about your father?”
I look him right in the eye because I have no reason to lie. “I am not lying. I have only ever told you the truth.”
“And yet, you’re still keeping something from me. I can tell. What is it, baby? Is this how I get through to you? Pleasure your little pussy?” He cups me between my legs. I sigh and open my legs wider.
He rubs his palm over my nub, back and forth, getting me warmed up again. “You like this? When I touch you like this?”
“Yes,” I moan softly.
“I can tell you’re a virgin. You’ve never known the touch of a man. But why? Why when you’re so beautiful?”
“I wasn’t allowed to date.”
“Because your father said so?”
I shake my head. “Because of my mother. But I don’t want to talk about her.”
