My head dropped as I took a moment to collect myself. I felt an animalistic force trying to take over. I breathed in and out as she peppered my face and jaw and neck with kisses. Her hand went to the button of my jeans when I remembered what we were doing here.
“Wait,” I said, gently grabbing her hand.
She whined. “No more waiting. I feel like I’m going to implode.”
I chuckled. “Trust me, I know.” I took her and gently turned her around to face the wall.
She did as I directed, shooting a curious but heavy-lidded glance over her shoulder. She had complimented my hands, and I was about to show her how right she was.
She gripped the wall for stability when I gently pushed her legs wider. I studied how beautiful she looked, waiting for me. My hands ran down her arms to her shoulders, back, and lower to her ass. Her legs trembled when I got to the top of her thighs.
I wished I could take off these damn jeans and lick her there, but that would have to be another time. Instead, I removed the space between us, pressing myself close to her back.
“Drummers are good at keeping several times at once,” I said.
I lowered my head, gently pushing her hair off her shoulder to nuzzle the junction there. She exhaled softly.
My right hand smoothed over her stomach, slowly grazing her, feeling what areas elicited goose bumps. My left hand grasped her breast and toyed with her nipple at a slow, luxurious pace. “Four-four time.”
Her head fell back onto my shoulder. “Leo,” she gasped.
She turned her head, and our mouths clashed again. Keeping the beat of my left hand, the rhythm of my tongue exploring her mouth, my right hand went to the seam of her jeans. I traced the area softly with curious fingers,dragging just hard enough so she felt the pressure through the fabric. Heat emanated from her core, and she shivered.
“Three-fourths.”
Her back arched, and she squirmed for me. I used one leg—another tempo—to lift her thigh onto mine. My other leg flexed, holding her wide and ready to be teased.
I pressed the heel of my palm more firmly against her core. She ground back, but it wasn’t enough. I ground my hips, rock hard now against her ass.
“Six-eight.”
“More. Please.” She gasped.
I flicked open the snap of her jeans, the other hand now shoving her bra up to cup both breasts. My mouth tangled back with hers. Every part of my body was attuned to play the complicated melody of her pleasure.
I deftly pulled the jeans down over her gorgeous ass to give me more access. I leaned back far enough just to quickly examine my handiwork. She curled her fists against the wall, heels lifted with her greedy gasps. Her ass angled out, calves flexed, jeans half down, bra and shirt shoved up, she was writhing and ready for me. I’d never seen anything hotter in my life. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her.
She looked over her shoulder, plump lips and chest heaving. “Leo,please.”
I held her from behind, reassuring her, touching her everywhere. She dropped her forehead to her forearm as I found her center. I sucked in a breath at how hot, swollen, and wet she was for me. I used her desire to coat my fingers and tease her. I spread her and explored her. I pushed and retreated. She was wild and gasping. Every part of my body, set to a different beat, brought her closer to the edge. One of her arms came back to wrap around my head, and I watched her face closely. Studying how every different action of my fingers affected her. My finger found a spot just inside her that had her scream. My palm pressed against her clit as I rubbed the spot, her legs threatening to give out.
She climbed higher and higher but still held back. She was stopping herself from falling into her pleasure. Taking more and more air in without the relief of the exhale.
“Let it happen, Mari,” I coaxed, my lips gasping against hers.
I felt tight as a wire, every single part of my body tense to deliver her pleasure.
“I don’t know?—”
“You can. Let it happen.”
She was still holding on too tight, still trying to maintain control. I kissedher deeply as she held me. I tugged at her nipple at the same time I inserted another finger to tease that spot deep inside her, alternating between the taps and press of my palm. I was sweating and all coiled tense muscles, afraid to change any pattern that might keep her from her release.
She broke the kiss to throw her head back and call out. She was absolutely breathtaking as she freed herself to pleasure. Victory flooded me as she clenched and then pulsed against my fingers.
I relaxed my hand, careful to gently remove myself before it started to hurt. I kissed her flamed cheeks and whispered encouragement as her mind returned to her trembling body. While she was still blissed out, I returned her clothes to normal, discreetly wiping my fingers on the now conveniently located washcloth.
I scooped her up and brought her to the couch, boneless and mumbling.
