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With a small smile, he kissed my wrist, the inside of my elbow, my collarbone. I tugged against his hands just to test him, and he held me fast. Heat pooled in my core, and I rubbed my thighs together to alleviate the neediness I felt between my legs.
He glanced down and back up to catch my eye. “I’ll get to that,” he promised, then kissed down the slope of my breast. My breath hitched as he licked my nipple, then drew the tight peak between his teeth.
I wriggled some more. This was torture. Sweet, delicious torture that I couldn’t get enough of. He let go of my hands, and they dropped to his shoulders. I pushed his head further down.
“Hurry,” I said.
“You’re lucky I’m not stubborn,” he said, slipping his hand between my legs and nudging them apart. His fingers found my clit through my shorts, and I sighed. “That’s not really good enough, is it?” he asked.
I shook my head. Wordlessly, he pushed the fabric aside and slid his fingers inside me, his mouth still teasing my nipple. I arched against his hand, making the cot squeak.
“That’s a little better,” I told him.
He pushed deeper. “Just a little better? I can feel how wet your pussy is, Samantha. I know how much you want me.”
“It’s a lot better,” I admitted. I reached for his cock through his pants because I wanted to and for retribution. “Feels like you want me, too.”
He tugged my shorts down my legs and lifted me up to drag me onto his lap. “So fucking much.” Looking down at my body, he swore, then laughed. “No bra, I assumed no panties.” Running his finger along the edges at the crux of my thighs, he shrugged. “No problem.” Taking both sides in each hand, he yanked them clean off my hips.
I laughed, not sure if I was horrified or delighted. I lowered myself onto the hard bulge straining against his pants, grinding against him as I leaned over to let my breasts brush against his chest.
“No, this isn’t fair,” I said, rising and glaring at his pants. “Not fair at all.”
Leo gently slapped my bottom, grinned, and lifted his hips to whip them off and chuck them on the ground with my clothes. I lowered my gaze to his cock, now free in all its glory. Wrapping my hand around the silky flesh, I brought myself down. He made tutting noises, but I kept going.
“I need this,” I said. “I don’t want to wait.”
He bit his lip and held onto my hips while I sank onto his thick cock, taking every inch inside me with a moan. He grunted when I began to move in long, slow strokes.
“Good call, Sunshine.”
I let my head roll back, closing my eyes to try to focus and savor every tiny sensation. Cool air blew from a vent in the ceiling to ruffle my hair while his hands were hot at my waist. He ran his palms up and down my sides, and I could feel him looking at my body, knew he had that small, half smile without having to see it. His thumbs brushed across my nipples, and I shivered, slowing my movements even more.
I tossed my hair back, and he gathered a handful of it and held it away from my neck, leaning close to kiss my exposed throat. I stopped moving just to feel him filling me. Opening my eyes, I took his face between my hands and dipped my head to kiss him. Our tongues danced together, and he held my hips to begin moving me, his own hips rising underneath me.
“Yes,” I murmured, at a loss for any other word. It was the only word I needed.
“Now?” he asked.
I nodded, and he began to work his magic fingers. He barely slid them over my clit when I gasped. How did he know just what to do? A few more sinuous strokes and I was screaming, and he still kept going until I was near collapse.
I dropped my head to his shoulder, panting for breath, but in the best possible way. His movements became faster, and I held on tight to his shoulders. I gripped him with my thighs, and he let out a loud moan that took up the tiny space.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to his chest, and when I looked up, he kissed me. It was sweet and soft, and I shimmied even closer to him. When our heartbeats stopped their frantic pace, he slid me off his lap and reached around to find my shorts.
“Not sorry about the panties,” he said low near my ear as I wriggled back into the shorts and then pulled my tank top over my head.
I settled in beside him, our backs to the wall and our legs hanging over the side of the cot. I was no longer on the verge of panicking despite still not knowing what was going on outside or the silence we both lapsed into. He ran his fingers down my arm and leaned over to drop a kiss on top of my head. Already I was beginning to wonder why I’d let myself lose control like that.
“Don’t say that was a mistake,” he said after a few more moments of silence.
I let out a long sigh. “But it was, though.”
His arm slipped from around my shoulder, and I felt the loss of his comforting touch; at the same time, I knew I didn’t deserve it. “I know,” he said roughly. “I just didn’t want to hear it.”
I laughed, not so much because anything was funny, but there was nothing more I could do. He joined in, and we giggled until his phone rang, stopping us both abruptly.
“You had your phone?” I asked with mock incredulity. “I could have been playing games this whole time?”
