Page 311 of Split or Swallow

It made riding his cock easier—made it so that she could slide up and down without restraint, ignoring everything but the way he felt inside her. Leo let her ride him, and Tem knew he’d imagined this. It only turned her on more to think of him that way—to picture him touching himself in the quiet darkness of his room, perhaps in front of the fire, coming into his palm at the thought of her on his cock. It was part of the reason she liked Leo so much. He was obsessed with her.

Tem felt her orgasm building long before it arrived. She worked toward it slowly, taking her time, bringing herself there while the prince watched. Leo touched her the entire time. He ran his hands over her ass, her hips, her waist. He filled his palms with her breasts.

“You were made for me,” he rasped.

Tem leaned forward so he could see even more of her. The angle was nearly unbearable—his cock penetrated her so deeply that she gasped.

“Take it, Tem.”

Tem did as she was told.

She took it over and over until she knew she couldn’t take it anymore. When she reached that point, she let herself go—surrendering to all the pleasure Leo provided her. Her climax was cerebral and visceral and raw, beginning between her legs and spreading throughout her entire body, unraveling her to her very core.

Leo held out, waiting until Tem’s orgasm had completely run its course before having his own. It was incredible to watch him come. Tem noticed everything: the way his hands tightened on her hips, the way his veins popped beneath his skin, the way he tilted his chin as if to get a better view of her. It was clear that Tem had made him come—not the sex, but Tem herself. She was all he wanted—all he needed.

She was his muse.

“Leo,” she whispered as he poured himself into her.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against his chest.

“I know, Tem,” he murmured as he rubbed her back. “I know.”

His fingers stroked her spine, his lips pressed against her shoulder.

Tem drew in a shuddering breath. Leo’s heart was beating frantically in his chest, even faster than hers. He’d wanted this for far longer than Tem had. Leo was the one who yearned for her; Leo was the one who wanted a future that may never happen.

Tem lifted herself up.

She touched the head of his cock before trailing her fingers up his torso, spreading a thin trail of his own cum over his skin, marking him with irrefutable evidence of their congress. Then she licked her fingers.

Leo watched her in amazement.

“You’re so gorgeous, Tem,” he whispered, his lips drifting to her neck. “So fucking stunning.”

She grasped a handful of his hair.

“So are you.”

Leo let out a soft laugh, pulling her down onto the bed.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. Boys can be pretty too, Leo.”

They laid together for a long time, doing nothing but touching each other. Tem explored the soft blonde hair that trailed down to Leo’s cock, the smooth dips between his ribs, the prominent Adam’s apple on his neck.

Leo explored her too, touching her thighs, her hair, her sensitive nipples.

They kissed while they touched, and eventually, Tem’s hand found his cock. He wasn’t immediately hard again, like Caspen always was, but Tem didn’t mind. Perhaps it was beautiful, in a way, that there were limits with Leo. Each time with him was precious—each time meant something. She was content simply to stroke him with her fingers, listening to the sounds he made while she did it. It wasn’t until later, when he began fingering her, that he became hard once more.

“Leo,” she whispered as he rolled on top of her. “You said I could have anything I wanted.”

“So I did,” he whispered back. “How do you want me?”

Tem pulled him closer.

“Just like this,” she whispered. “Right here.”