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Leo dipped down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing down to her shoulder. His hands worked her breasts, fingers tweaking and teasing her nipples until they were hard points, clearly visible through the lace of her bralette. Melting against the man at her back, Amelia let her head fall against his shoulder with a sigh.
“Does that feel good?” he said, voice low and rough as he pinched her nipples again.
“Yes,” Amelia panted.
A rough tug, and her breasts were freed. She jerked at the feel of Leo’s calloused palms against her oversensitive skin. A whimper escaped her and was met with a low, rumbling chuckle. “My girl likes her tits played with, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” Amelia breathed. She also liked being called his girl, but she was too far gone to acknowledge it.
Sliding one hand up to her jaw, Leo tilted her face forward again. “I want you to see what I see, Amelia,” he said, low and commanding and hot. “Open your eyes and look.” One hand on her jaw, he moved the other hand to plump her breast. “A beautiful body with rosy nipples that got so nice and hard when I touched them.” His thumb brushed the tips of her breasts for emphasis and Amelia shivered. Then his hand slid down to her waist. “All this soft skin,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
Then his hand slid lower. “And this,” he said on an exhale. “I can feel how hot and wet you are even through your skirt.” He squeezed her, and a spasm gripped Amelia. The spasm was delicious. The way he said the words made it obvious he thought it was a good thing she was wet already. A very good thing.
This was further emphasized when he clawed at the fabric of her skirt, spread his knees wider to pull her legs apart, and slid his hand over her underwear. He groaned, his head dropping until his lips brushed her shoulder again. He liked the feel of her so much, Amelia could feel him getting hard beneath her. His bulge was growing under her butt, and the feel of all that hot, hard, male flesh made Amelia want to tear all their clothes off, lock the door, and forget about everything except their bodies and their pleasure.
But Leo had other ideas. He slid his fingers up the gusset of her underwear and circled her where she was most sensitive. Even with a layer of fabric between them, she jerked at the touch, a moan slipping through her lips. Then he slid his fingers higher, and Amelia let out a whimper of disappointment until Leo moved beneath her underwear to slide his fingers over her aching core. Then her whimper turned to a moan.
A harsh breath swept over her shoulder as Leo exhaled. “Let me tell you something, Amelia,” he said, voice low. His fingers slipped down to tease her opening then back up to that maddening bundle of nerves. “I love feeling you this wet. I’m dying at the thought of how good you’ll feel when my cock is inside you. So hot and wet and tight.”
Leo’s fingers found the sensitive left side of her clit, and he was so in tune to her every twitch that he understood exactly what she liked. He rubbed her softly, then harder, and soft again, until Amelia was sure she’d lost her mind.
“Leo,” she panted, then stopped.
“What is it?” His fingers kept performing magic between her legs, and Amelia didn’t know what she so badly wanted to say to him. “You like the way I touch you?” She nodded and he said, “Not as much as I like doing it.”
His big hand slipped down, and he plunged his fingers inside her. Gasping, she watched herself in the reflection, feeling his touch, his body beneath hers, and she felt the truth of his statement. Pinning her skirt to her stomach with his forearm, he wrenched her panties to the side so she could see what he was doing in the mirror. Fingers plunging into her, Leo ground his palm against her clit, and she came.
Her orgasm hit without warning, locking all her muscles. A cry sounded, and Amelia realized it had come from her. Pleasure washed over her, exploding out from the juncture of her thighs, sending heat and honey spreading through her veins. Leo held her through it, urging her on with whispered words, his arms wrapped around her body as he guided her through every wave and aftershock. It wasn’t until she jerked at the lightest touch that he pulled his hand away and gently replaced her underwear.
Her body was utterly limp on top of his. Her bralette remained tangled and bunched beneath her breasts, her skirt in disarray. But it took so much effort to even blink that Amelia doubted she had the strength to put herself to rights. Leo lifted her and spun her around so she was sitting across his lap again, then he dipped his head to hers. He kissed her with long, languorous touches until she let out a satisfied sigh.
Then Leo pulled away and readjusted her bralette. He twitched her skirt so it fell over her legs. He swept his hand over her side, up her ribs to her shoulder, then down her arm. Then he tangled his fingers with hers and brought her knuckles up to his mouth. His touch was gentle, a soft touch of his lips to her skin.
“What about you?” Amelia whispered.
“This isn’t about me.”
That was a nice thought, but it didn’t sit right with Amelia. Something about the way Leo said it, the pain he tried to hide in his eyes… There was more to Leo than the playboy. He used his reputation as a mask, but she could see through it.
Sitting up, Amelia turned so she was straddling him, her hands resting on Leo’s shoulders. He tilted his head back, those lazy catlike eyes falling to half-mast as his hands slid to her hips. They watched each other for a beat.
“That was nice,” Amelia finally whispered, a bit stupidly.
Leo grinned. “I know.”
“I want you to feel good too.”
His grin softened around the edges, and his thumbs started making slow sweeps over the skin at her waist. “I told you, Amelia. That wasn’t about me.”
Pleasure still buzzed in her veins. The image of her body draped over Leo’s was burned into Amelia’s memory, and for the first time in a long, long time—maybe ever—she felt sexy in a way that was innate. It wasn’t like she was trying on an ill-fitting piece of clothing and thinking she could get used to it if she only wore it more often. No, for the first time in her life, Amelia understood that she was a sensual creature when she felt safe enough to embrace that part of herself. With Leo, she was safe.
And it was a very,verygood feeling. She tilted her hips and settled on Leo’s body a little more firmly, eliciting a groan from him. Then she whispered, “You were supposed to teach me how to give the perfect blowjob.”
A pulse occurred in his crotch, like her words had a direct line to his dick. It twitched against her still-damp panties, causing her own body to spasm in about fourteen different places.
Leo blinked slowly and finally chuckled as he shook his head. “Nope.”
“No? You’re rejecting me?”
