“I can’t believe we just did that.” She gives me a shy look.
I find it amusing, considering that, a minute ago, she had my fingers inside her while she came around them, and now she’s embarrassed.
“Believe it, babe, because we will be doing that often. I intend on making you come everywhere I can.”
I put the fingers that were just inside her in my mouth and suck her from me.
Desire reignites in her eyes. “How long will dinner take?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to get back to your place as soon as possible, so I can return the favor.” Her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock, which is straining against my zipper.
I thought she would never fucking ask. “We can get the food to go?”
Her eyes come back to mine, an undeniable heat in them. “Let’s do it.”
“SO MUCH FOR DINNER.” I laugh lightly as we walk through Leandro’s front door, the food containers in my hand.
“Hey, don’t blame me. You were the one who suggested it.”
“I know. I’m not complaining.” I sashay in front of him moving down the hall, heading for the kitchen. “Just wondering if we’ll make it through a date before checking out early and coming back here to have sex.”
“We’re going to have sex?”
I turn to see him standing in the doorway. A smirk on his sexy face.
Turning away, I put the containers on the breakfast island. “We could just eat if you’d like?”
“Fuck, no.” His chest hits my back, pinning my front to the island. He brushes my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck. “I have been desperate to be back inside you ever since you left this morning.” He skims his fingers up the outside of my thigh, lifting my dress. “Let’s get rid of these.”
His lips brush over my ear, making me shudder, as his fingers curl into the elastic of my knickers. He tugs them down.
Letting them fall down my legs, I step out of them before kicking them aside.
He hitches my dress over my waist. “You have an amazing ass, India.”
I glance down at him as he lowers to his knees. He presses a kiss to my bottom, skimming his teeth over my skin, making me shudder. Then, he slides a finger through my folds, and I whimper an unintelligible sound.
“Chest flat to the countertop and spread your legs, India.”
Without hesitation, I do as he asked. I know my quick compliance turns him on.
His hands palm my bum cheeks, spreading them. I feel his breath blow over me, and then his hot tongue touches my clit, making my knees nearly give out on me.
“Leandro!” I cry out, gripping the far edge of the counter with my fingertips.
He doesn’t let up. He pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, and then slides it back to my clit, swirling it around.
Then, he’s leaving me. He gets to his feet. Arm around my waist, he straightens me up and turns me to face him. “I want you naked. Now.”
He drags my dress over my head. My bra is next to go. I’m naked, except for my heels, while he’s still fully clothed.
He lifts me, setting me on the island. His body against mine, the cotton of his shirt brushes my hard nipples and the roughness of his trousers rubs against my clit, arousing me further, as he leads me into the wettest, hottest kiss I have ever had.
Then, he suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.
“Don’t move.” He walks over to his refrigerator, taking off his cuff links. He tosses them on the counter and removes his shirt, giving me the sight of his gorgeous body.
Holy fuck he’s stunning.
I can’t believe how lucky I got with Leandro. He could have any woman he wants, yet, for some reason he wants me.
I watch as he opens the door to the freezer and pulls out a tray of ice cubes. I tilt my head with interest. He brings the tray back with him. Then, he turns it over and empties the contents on the countertop beside me.
Some of the ice cubes slide toward me, touching my thigh, chilling me.
Picking up a single ice cube, Leandro brings it to my breast and runs it over my nipple, making me shiver.
Removing it from me, he leans down and closes his mouth around the same nipple, and sucks hard. Holy fuck that feels good. The contrast of cold and hot sends desire lancing through me.
His mouth leaves my breast, and he places the ice cube back on my body, taking it on a journey between my breasts and down my stomach, his tongue following the trails of water south.
When he reaches my hipbone, he straightens and tosses the used ice cube on the counter. He picks up a fresh one.
Dark eyes on mine, he places it in his mouth, holding it between his lips, and then he drops to his knees, pushes my thighs apart, and puts his mouth on me.
“Oh my god!” I scream out.