“The couch is right here,” I remind him, and he stills, turns to me, his gray eyes on fire and breath coming fast. He steps to me and cups my face in his hands, holding my eyes with his own.
“I haven’t been inside you in days.”
“Satur…”
“Saturday was nothing more than us hurting each other. It doesn’t count. I haven’t been with you, been inside you, for days. I’m not fucking you on your couch. I want to spread you out on your bed and drive us both crazy. I want you trembling and wet.”
Holy shit.
“Can’t argue with that.” I grin at him and suddenly I’m caught up in his arms again. I unzip his hoodie and pull it down his arms, and pull his shirt over his head. We quickly undress each other, leaving a trail of clothing through the living room, down the hallway and to my bedroom.
When we’re standing by the bed, him completely nude, and delicious, he steps back and sweeps his eyes up and down my body, over my pink lacy bra and matching boy-short panties.
“Jesus, do you always wear underwear like that?”
I smile smugly. “I like pretty underwear.”
“You wear underwear like that every day and old concert t-shirts to bed?”
“Don’t knock my shirts. I love them.”
And suddenly I’m on my back on the bed and Leo is peeling my panties down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder and plants a kiss on my belly, right above my piercing.
“I love this piercing,” he mutters and kisses me again.
“It’s just a navel piercing, babe.” I chuckle and then moan when he licks down my belly to my pubis and over my clit.
“Don’t knock it,” he mumbles and licks further down through my folds.
“Fuck you’re good at that.” My hips instinctively thrust up, but he holds my hips firmly against the mattress.
“You taste amazing.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside me and I can’t hold back, I come apart, shattering and shuddering, pushing my pussy against his face, gripping onto the sheets at my side.
He kisses the insides of my thighs, the crease where my legs meet my center, and with his fingers still inside me, he kisses his way up to my breasts. He swirls his tongue around a nipple, nibbles it, and pays the other the same attention, while moving his fingers, all four of them, in a rhythmic wave motion, tickling me and making me giggle.
“That tickles.”
“Mmm.” He grins and kisses my mouth, softly, playfully. I grip that piercing in my teeth and tug gently, and he smiles some more, moving his fingers more quickly.
I moan and squirm beneath him, and gasp as he presses his thumb on my clit.
“I’m not a guitar, you know,” I remind him as he continues to torment my labia with those talented fingers.
“Oh, but the sounds you make, sunshine,” he whispers and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him. He’s pressed against me, from hip to shoulder, his fingers playing me like an instrument, and to my surprise, I come again, violently.
He’s going to kill me.
“Leo,” I cup his face in my hand and look up at him, and for the first time in my entire life, the idea of having sex with him on top of me doesn’t freak me out. “I’ve never done this.”
“I know that’s not true, sunshine, you’ve done it with me.” He grins down at me, but I shake my head.
“Never in this position, on my back.”
“What?” He frowns down at me and pulls his hand out from between my legs and braces himself over me. “What do you mean?”
I close my eyes, regretting my words, and take a deep breath. “Exactly what it sounded like,” I whisper.
“Look at me,” he murmurs softly.
My eyes find his as he slowly shifts between my legs, covering me with his lean body, and I love the feel of his weight on me. He just rests here, allowing me to adjust to him, his hard cock pressed against my folds, his legs between mine, and I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He drops his forehead down to mine and pulls in a ragged breath.
“Are you okay?” He whispers.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Why?” His eyes are pinned to mine, and he looks worried and happy at the same time.
“I couldn’t stand the thought of giving someone that much control over me.” My voice is soft and I move my hips, sliding his cock against me. “God, you feel good.”
“You have to stop doing that, sunshine, I’m trying to go slow here.”
“Who said it needs to be slow?” I ask and brush my fingers down his face. “You can fuck me hard like this.”
“It doesn’t always have to be rough to be good, Sam.”