“So neighborly of you,” Eliza teased, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
Next time.I liked the sound of that.
Slowly, I ran my hand along her body. Up and along her outer thigh, the curve of her hip and waist, until I reached her breast. I groaned at the fullness in my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers, and a cry escaped her.
I then repeated the action while wrapping my lips around her clit, causing her to rock her hips against my face.
“Leo! Oh my god.” The incoherent noises and moans that followed only motivated me more.
I tasted and teased her, plunging my tongue into her tightness so I could get every last drop. My free hand gripped her hip—just like she’d described—my fingers sinking into her skin. All the while, my cock strained against my jeans, aching for release.
Her heels dug into my upper back, and her back arched off the couch to bring her center even closer. “I’m—I’m gonna—” she warned, and I looked up from between her legs only to be met with a breathless, flushed Eliza.
My cock twitched and throbbed against my jeans again.
The sight of her was already too much, but what pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to spill into my briefs was the desire and pleasure in her eyes and the way her thighs trembled while wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
My tongue moved slowly as we both came down from our climaxes.
Eliza’s grip on my hair loosened, and she ran her fingers through it instead, tipping her head back with a content sigh and dazed expression. I pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back, gently unhooking her legs from my shoulders. My hand ran up her smooth skin before I pulled that away, too.
“That was…” She licked her lips, shaking her head. “Exactly what I needed. Maybe even better.”
The corner of my mouth tipped up into a smirk. “Good. Just so happens I enjoy making you feel good and giving you what you need.”
Her gaze dipped down to my cock, and she leaned forward, shifting her body toward me. “I want to makeyoufeel good.” Once she was close enough, she kissed along my jaw down to my neck. As her hand moved closer, I stopped her.
“You already did,” I admitted.
She pulled back confused. She blinked, looked down, and then back up at me. “Wait, did you…”
“Come while eating you out after watching you touch yourself?” I finished with a chuckle. “Told you you’re going to be a death of me, Trouble.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” she groaned, capturing my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. She sucked on my bottom lip for a beat before pulling back. “Maybe this doesn’t just have to be a one-time thing.” She still had that content, aroused look in her eyes.
I cupped the side of her face, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You don’t know how much I like hearing that, but I think you’re still dazed after your orgasm.”
She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t argue. “I can think straight. You don’t havethatmuch of an effect on me.”
“Uh-huh.”
She swatted my arm and reached to grab her shorts, sliding them on. “So, did you just knock on my door to make me come? Not that I’m complaining.”
“No, that wasn’t why.” I chuckled. “I got back from the grocery store and was about to start cooking dinner. I saw your light on and wanted to check if you’d eaten yet.”
She turned toward me, her eyes brightening with intrigue. “What were you going to make?”
“Sausage gnocchi in vodka sauce.”
“I love that dish! Do you remember when I called you while I was trying to make it?”
“I remember,” I said, not adding how that random memory led me to buying the ingredients for it tonight.
“Oh my god, okay, I’m starving. How about we both clean up, and then I’ll be right over.” She pressed a quick kiss to my lips and hopped off the couch. “See you in a few minutes!”
“Should I be concerned that you just left me that quickly after finding out about food?”
