“Leo!” Gwen groaned. He stroked over her clit, lapped at her, drawing out every bit of her pleasure. She jerked and spasmed as he took her to the utmost heights of orgasm. Her muscles clenched around his fingers, her body stilling, her breath caught in her chest, quelled by the pleasure of his touch. With one long final moan, her entire body softened. A soft mewing sound like a sweet kitten’s came from her lips, her orgasm having wrung every drop of ecstasy from her. She was soft and limp and completely his.
*
Numb with delight, her senses heightened, blood coursed through her veins. Her sex throbbed, still alive with a furious pleasure, tender and sensitive, so wet and so ready. Her body craved Leo’s. Even after orgasm, she still yearned for the physicality of him, the link created by his touch to her body. She still needed him to fill her, needed to feel the masculine pulse through her.
“I want you,” she whispered, still drunk on the endorphins flooding her bloodstream.
In one effortless sweep he lifted her into his arms and stood. His lips, wet with her scent, her taste, found hers. His tongue parted them and he probed deep within her mouth. A fire of want blazed between them. He walked through the giant suite into the bedroom and set her on her feet beside the bed, stripping her clothes from her. He pulled back the duvet and lay her on the bed.
His dark eyes, black with desire, mesmerized her. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid the fabric over his shoulders. Hard, quilted muscles curved over his shoulders and across his chest and belly. Her eyes followed the trail of dark hair from his chest down his belly, knowing it led to the place that would provide her amazing pleasure. He pulled his pants off and stood beside the bed. Her gaze was open, awakened, aroused. She felt no embarrassment as her eyes consumed his naked flesh.
His shaft rose hard and upright next to his belly. He pulled a condom from his wallet, ripped the wrapper open, and grasped his thick cock. A furious desire, a shameless want, tore through her as she watched him sheathe it. This hunger between them let her expose a part of herself, wanton and wild, that she never felt comfortable exposing to any other man. Leo’s craving for her tapped into a deep sensuality that until now she’d hidden, maybe even repressed.
He pulled back the blanket and moved beside her on the mattress. He covered her with that amazing body. His gaze never left her face, a ravenous look inhabiting his eyes. Had any other man ever looked at her with this much ferocious need, this much hunger? Her entire body thrummed with desire. Electrical pulses trailed over her skin. She wanted him inside so badly she could barely breathe. Their lips met.
Sparks of light, of fire, pummeled behind her eyelids with the sharp intensity of his touch, possessive and yet pure, demanding and yet a caress. His mouth released hers as Leo shifted downward, his body sliding down so he could he kiss her breast, pulling in the pert bud of her nipple. Her hips arched upward beneath him. She’d lost control of her own body, she sought the release only he could provide. She reached between them and grasped his sheathed cock. He braced his body above hers and gently spread her legs. The tip of his cock touched the edge of her flesh.
God, yes, yes please. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. “Leo, please,” she begged, her voice rasping, the desire that he fill her an uncontrollable need..
As though her words tore away his restraint, Leo thrust forward, deep inside her willing, ready body. His thick shaft stretching her, even now, her body accepting and tightening around him.
“My God, Gwen.” He placed a hand on either side of her face, cupping her cheeks, as he stroked out again. “What you do to me.” The sweet need for him to push deeper into her lasted a brilliant millisecond. “I…I can’t stand to be away from you.” His hips pressed forward and her body responded as though made for him. She brought her lips up to his.
He pulled back. “Let me see your eyes.”
Something unsaid and yet terrifyingly intimate passed between them. Vulnerability pinged her heart, and her eyes closed. This went far beyond just physical attraction. She’d fallen for him.
His body stroked in and then out of hers, the rhythm between them sending her close to the edge. He lifted his body and reached his hand between them, his finger touching her clit, making tight circles. So close to climaxing, her breathing came faster. Just as her body tightened, he stopped and pushed into her, then pulled back. His finger resumed the pulse against her sex. Sweet, breathless bliss.
“Come for me, Gwen, come with me.”
Her eyes fluttered open again to meet his. She was lost to sensation. He thrust deep into her and her head arched back into the pillow, her legs wrapped around his body, needing him, wanting him deeper.