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As she hooked her thumbs in her shorts, he held out a hand.
“Just the shorts,” he told her, his voice deep and resonating in his chest. “Just take off the shorts.”
She raised a brow at him and then she followed his request, giving him a curious look. “What about you?”
Cygny almost expected some kind of push back to her question, but a moment after she spoke, he bent over and made quick work of his boots, yanking the laces free and toeing them off onto the floor.
As she stepped out of her shorts, he was on his feet, reaching back over his head to pull his shirt off, dropping it on the other arm of the couch. He straightened and looked her in the eyes. “Pants too?”
“Yeah,” she laughed at the question, “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. I can’t believe you’re asking.”
“I just wanted you to be sure.”
His hands released the button, but he hesitated on the zipper until she reached for him.
He stepped back, bumping his shin against the base of the couch as he pulled the zipper down. Leo looked back at the couch before he met her gaze again. “Want me to pull it out.”
“Later,” she shook her head, “later.”
He nodded and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees and kicked them off onto the hardwood floor.
“Sit.” She lifted her chin and lowered her eyes to the couch behind him.
Leo tilted his head at her command and his eyes widened a bit in shock, but he didn’t argue or hesitate in any other way.
He sat down on her couch and waited.
“Lean back and spread your arms out.”
She saw the way his chest moved, expanding with each deep breath.
His eyes darkened as she moved forward.
“Open.” She used her knee to nudge his and he opened his legs, leaving room enough for her. “You look like a king, sitting on his throne.”
“I’m a king,” he agreed, “waiting to see if you’re going to sit right here.” His gaze dipped down to his lap and then back up into her eyes. “I want to feel you on top.”
“Well-” She hooked her thumbs in the straps on her bikini cut panties and slid them down to her thigh before letting them go to fall to her feet. “I’m glad that you want what I want, or we might have had an issue.”
He shook his head. “No issue,” he insisted. “None at all.”
Tucked between his knees, she leaned forward and braced her hands on his shoulders and bracing her hands on him, lifted one knee and then the other to straddle his lap.
With his knees spread as they were, she had to climb on top as if she were riding astride and when she leaned back, she saw his hungry look as he fixed his eyes on her breasts.
“Closer.”
She felt his breath against her skin and smiling she leaned closer. Just about an inch.
“Tease.” He growled at her. “Closer. Let me taste you.”
Cygny lifted a hand and touched the side of his face and then mirrored the move with her other hand. “I’ve dreamed of this.” She held his head still and arched her back until her pebbled nipple grazed his lips. She sighed and felt heat wash through her sex.
Yes, she remembered this.
Wanted it.
And him.
He parted his lips, and she rubbed her nipple against his bottom lip, one way and then the other, only stopping when his tongue lashed at her skin.
Shuddering, her fingers bit into his skin as he drew her deep into his mouth. She tipped her head back as he laved her skin with his tongue.
When he turned to her other breast, she was torn at the need to keep his mouth on her and the want of his mouth on her other breast. Greedy. That’s what she was.
Having been without him for so long, her hunger had become more powerful. More keen.
As he lavished her breast with his talented tongue she sank down, stopping only when the thick head of his cock pushed against her folds.
Her jaw tightened and a shudder rolled though her, closing her eyes.
She held herself in place, enjoying his attentions, but when she lifted her head and opened her eyes, she found him watching her.
He let go of her breast with a soft pop and narrowed his gaze on hers.
“Are you still on the pill?”
