“And you’re not going anywhere, either.” He unbuckled his jeans and stripped them over his hips. Her breath shortened. He was naked. Naked and standing before her.
Her gaze traveled over the beauty of his maleness. Strong, tall, his shaft hard and erect. He eased her back onto the bed. Her hips moved instinctually, with a rhythm that came from deep inside her, as his eyes feasted on her flesh. Her fingertips moved to her nipple and she pulled the taut flesh, her tongue running across the flesh of her bottom lip and her legs falling open as an invitation to him, a signal of her want, her arousal, her passion.
He kneeled at the end of the bed and picked up her leg. His lips pressed to the skin of her calf. “I intend to explore every inch of you.”
Her sex clenched. Her body shuddered. Her breath caught in her chest.
He turned his mouth away from her leg. “More than once.”
Her hips twitched at his words. Tendrils of hunger curled through her. My God, but she wanted him. Wanted his mouth on her sex and his huge cock inside her. She wanted him to take her. He trailed kisses up to her knee and then along her inner thigh. Her flesh, sensitive and tender, trembled beneath his lips. Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her head back into the pillows.
He stopped. His face between her legs.
She could hardly breathe. Want shot through her core, grasped her in the tight fist of unsatiated desire. The memory of the pleasure that would soon roll through her body made her muscles tighten.
His movements measured and slow, Leo spread her legs open with his hands. He gripped her left calf and lifted her leg, placing it on his shoulder. Her hips rolled up slowly, as if she were in a trance. His fingertips stroked down her right leg. He lifted it, turned, and pressed his mouth to the skin of her inner thigh.
Fire seized her belly. Her sex throbbed.
He settled her right leg over his other shoulder and turned to her. He leaned forward and parted her with his thumbs. His breath warmed her sex. And yet his mouth, his tongue, the pleasure of what he could do, remained too far from her.
She moaned and her hips hitched.
“You’re beautiful.” His tongue darted out and slowly caressed the side of her inner lip. “You taste sweeter than honey.”
“Oh my God.” She moaned. Her hands clutched the bed.
“You’re wet for me.” He thrust his tongue deep into her core and then slowly pulled out from her. “Do you want me?”
Did she want him? She wanted him like she wanted water after chocolate, milk after cookies, and oxygen after swimming. My God, yes.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her teeth clamped over her bottom lip and she writhed.
The hot breath from his slow low laugh tickled her sex and then his mouth was on her, pulling her clit deep into hot, wet bliss. His tongue circled her engorged nub. He sucked and pulled and her body arched upward. The edge of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He released her clit and his tongue probed deep within her again. Waves of pleasure broke over her, stealing her breath. The man knew how to use his mouth.
So close, so close to the edge. His fingers found her clit, stroking with an increasing need as he plunged his tongue in and out of her. Heat spread over her skin, the desire hot and fierce. He shifted his mouth upward, again clasping her clit and sucking her deep into the hot sweetness of his mouth.
Light exploded behind her eyelids, electric rapture cascading through her. His fingers plunged deep into her. She opened her eyes. Leo was between her legs, his eyes hot with pleasure.
“Leo, oh my God, Leo,” she screamed. She pressed her head back against the pillow and shattered over the edge.
*
Gwen was pure sexual pleasure. Every inch of her held a sensuality he hadn’t anticipated. Even on New Year’s, she hadn’t been so ready, so willing, her body so hot to fly over the edge. He raised himself above her and leaned forward, the taste of her sweet juices still on his lips. He kissed her. She had to know how impossibly good she tasted.
His tongue tangled with hers. His hand grazed her taut nipple.
“I want you,” she whispered around his kiss. “I want you in me, please. I want you.” She reached out and grasped his hard shaft. His belly tightened; his breathing stopped in his chest. God, but he wanted her too. He rolled to his left and pulled a condom from the bedside table. She took the foil square from him, opened it, and rolled the condom down his shaft. Her fingers ran lightly along his cock, her hands teasing against the skin of his shaft.
She looked up at him, still wearing a sated, half-lidded sexy look. He wouldn’t last long, couldn’t last long. Already he felt the hard tug in his lower back and the heat piercing his balls. No, this woman, my God, this woman made him insatiable. She lay back and he moved over her, between her legs. He kissed her, tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth. Then he ran his tongue across its plump flesh. Her hips hitched upward, seeking him, wanting him, her hand reaching out. He dipped his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth, rolling the sweet flesh between his lips, caressing it with his tongue. Her breasts, my God, but her breasts were beyond perfection for him.