“Do I? It’s been a while, Leo. I’m having a hard time reading you.”
Lie.
“You fuckingliar.”
I love the way she calls me out. I love seeing her fire that she used to keep hidden. I love seeing how she has changed over the years and how she has remained the same.
“Are you still having a hard time using your words, little phoenix?”
Instead of replying, she grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth to her center, taking what she wants. I smile against her center. Fuck…
I run my tongue from her opening to her clit and suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth, twirling my tongue to drive her mad. Her hips buck under me, and I have to wrap my arms around her to hold her down. Her taste washes over my tongue, and her moans are like music to my ears, my favorite song.
No one compares to her.
As her moans turn to pants, unable to catch her breath, and her thighs tighten around my neck, I know she is close. The deviant part of me wants to edge her, make her work for her release, but right now, what I want more is to be inside her. And my Leo gets to finish before I do, always, so I give her what she needs.
Slipping two fingers into her warm pussy, a single stroke, a single curl has her convulsing and releasing into my mouth.
“Everett!” She screams my name.
I pull my fingers out and circle her release over her sensitive flesh then bring them up to her mouth.
“Taste yourself, Leo. Taste what I taste. Taste how fucking decadent you are.”
She opens for me, and I slide my wet fingers over her tongue. She swirls it around them, lapping up her release.
“It’s addicting, isn’t it? You are my drug. My undoing.”
She whimpers at my words, and her eyes fall closed in ecstasy. And I can’t help my hand as it wraps around her throat and squeezes slightly, but then I feel her scar under my hand. The image of her bruises flash in my mind. The one her mother gave her so long ago and it slams into me like a tidal wave. The position I have her in. The memories.
I quickly remove my hand and fly off the bed. “Fuck, Leo. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I didn’t think…”
I grip my hair in my hands, fuck. Over the years, my tastes have become darker. But I have to remember who is beneath me. Her trauma and healing is more important than any of my desires. I don’t want to scare her.
She comes up to me and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands back to her face, she guides them down to her throat. I gently caress her skin, running my thumb over her scar.
“It’s okay, Ev. I’m okay. It took a while, but my memories don’t scare me anymore. You can be a little rough. I know my safe word.”
She astounds me. Her bravery, her resilience, her strength. She is everything I’ve wanted to be and more.
“Say it.”
“Phoenix.” A whisper that breaks the chains on my control.
I don’t hesitate.
I hold her hostage with my hand around her throat, keeping the force enough for her to breathe and slowly back her into the bed, pushing her and letting her fall back.
I unzip my jeans and pull them down just enough to pull myself out. I crawl onto the bed and I line myself up with her. In one thrust, I’m home.
She gasps and her eyes roll backwards. A long moan leaves her throat and I feel the vibration of her pleasure against my palm.
My head falls back. “Ohh fuck.” It’s a growl that release involuntarily at the feel of her wrapped around me once again. I dream I have craved for years, finally coming into reality.
I grip the sheets next to her curls as I soak in her. Letting myself savor the feel of her around me again. Her hips circle, chasing friction, and I deny her. I stay still. If I move right now, I’ll fucking combust, and I need this to last. I will not rush finally coming home to her.
“Ev—” she whines, biting her lip, demanding movement, needing me…and I can’t deny her desperate plea.
