“Leo,” I moan when he pulls back, dragging his mouth along my jaw, down my throat, between my breasts, and then?—
“Oh!”
He rolls one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger sending sensation skittering through me…sensation that explodes into an inferno when he suckles the other, taking it deeply into his mouth and making me arch off the bed.
His groan vibrates through my flesh, and I press my thighs together, the ache there building to a fever pitch.
Then big, warm hands settle on my thighs, push them apart.
The sudden waft of cold air makes me shiver, but it’s the heat that scorches me in those deep brown eyes that leaves me trembling.
Kisses down my abdomen, to the top of my pubic bone…
And in between.
I gasp, bucking against his mouth as he drags his tongue through my pussy. He takes his time, finding every sensitive spot that makes me moan, makes me dive my hands into his hair and hold him against me.
Hot breath, soft lips, the sweetest abrasion of his beard against me.
A finger stroking into me.
Another.
And then it’s there, my orgasm hovering so close I can almost taste it.
“Now, baby,” he murmurs, and that’s all it takes.
I explode, the flames threatening to turn me to ash. But, oh, what a wonderful way it would be to go, I think as pleasure sends every muscle taut and then lax, bliss filling my every cell.
“Mine,” he whispers again after he’s coaxed me down, the word a hot damp puff that reminds me for as good as that felt, as beautifully devastating as it was to my senses, my body still aches for more.
“I need you.”
His eyes burn with desire, but he’s gentle as he kisses his way up my body, takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. He breaks apart only to stand and quickly get rid of his clothes, coming back over the top of me naked and hot and…
Hard.
“Oh,” I moan as his hips settle between mine and he oh so slowly strokes into me.
I want him to move, to thrust into me fast and deep. To fuck me into oblivion.
But he doesn’t hurry, not even when I beg. He goes slow and holds me close and makes love to me until I’m coaxed so gently over the edge into another orgasm it takes me by surprise, pleasure rolling through me in tender waves of bliss.
He’s only a heartbeat behind me, softly groaning my name.
Watching him come apart may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Or maybe that’s the way he draws me into his arms, stroking back my hair, holding me close as we both catch our breath.
Perhaps it’s the way he cares for me afterward, gently carrying me to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth, waiting for me as I clean up.
But as we crawl back into bed, his arms around me once more, his breathing going slow and steady, mine right alongside his, I know it’s none of those things.
Because just as I’m drifting off I hear,
“I love you, Mama.”
And as his lips press to my temple and dreams take me under I know, know that everything is finally perfect.
