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I took the hand off my breast and, for a moment, I felt a bit of tenseness. He stopped kissing me.
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to..."
But I took his hand and sucked on his finger, letting it go all the way into my mouth as far as I could take it without gagging. And then I took that hand of his and pressed it right between my legs. God, it felt good, even through my work slacks. They wouldn't be staying on for long.
"Okay," he said. And immediately went back to kissing me as he rubbed his hand against my clit, giving me just enough pressure that I never wanted him to let go.
He was just unbelievable. There was a burning desire inside him, yet he still demonstrated the kind of patience as someone building a house of cards, fearing that one wrong move would send the entire thing toppling down. In other words, he was on his very best behavior. It gave me an odd sense of control. He knew I could leave at any minute, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. So, whatever I wanted. Whatever I desired, he would do it so long as it kept me in his apartment.
This was too much power to trust in me — I had no choice but to toy with him just a little.
I stood up, and he immediately froze. When I looked toward the door, he practically sucked all the air out of the room, but when I took a step forward towards the room where we’d put the bed together the other day, he let the air right back out of his lungs.
“Come on,” I said, then didn’t look back as I fell onto the bed, with the new, hard mattress that hadn’t been broken in yet. I suppose we’d have to do what we could to soften it up.
He followed after me and closed the door behind him — the last thing we needed was for Bagel to come in and interrupt things. She was still fast asleep in the other room watching Puppy Palace.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled both my pants and undergarments off in one fell swoop.
“Get me wet,” I commanded him, leaning back against the pillow and waiting for him to come to me.
I’d had men go down on me before, but they were all completely inept, like little boys brought to the cockpit of an airplane, looking at all the buttons in awe and having no idea what to do with any of them. Even with my very specific — though polite — instructions, none of them could get me anywhere close to the point of orgasm, and eventually, I had to just tell them to stop because I was getting bored.
That wasn’t going to happen with Leo. For one thing, this was his field. He was an expert who knew exactly what he was doing. But that wouldn’t have even mattered, because I wanted him so bad that he could just brush against me and it would still drive me wild.
Which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t under my spell, too. I knew he was. And he would do whatever it took to keep me from leaving (though I got very clear vibes from him that he wanted to dive face deep into my pussy, regardless of whether I commanded him to or not). Still, there was a cute smirk on his face. A kind of confidence in his eyes suggested that maybe I’d given too much away and ruined the game. It was a form of poker we were playing, and he was calling my bluff. I may have left the night before, but I wasn’t going anywhere right now.
He pulled his tight shirt off of his torso, revealing a body that was absolutely wasted on a doctor. This man could have been a model with a frame like that. Any job where he had to wear clothes was a cruel joke.
Leo dropped the shirt onto the floor and approached me slowly. Hungrily. He fell to his knees, placed his face between my legs, and inched closer and closer to where I wanted him. It seemed he was in a teasing mood, too. Instead of licking my pearl, he kissed the inside of my legs with the same softness and patience he gave my lips. It felt as good as it was frustrating. I wanted him in exactly one place on my body, and he was dancing around it, inching closer and slowing down with every step. It could have taken him a million years to get to my pussy and I would have been waiting on him for every second of it, moaning in pleasure as he dragged me along with the temptation of release.
With the heart of a saint, he gave in and began to tongue my clit with gentle, quiet taps. Like a whisper in a room of silence, each one of those taps hit me with the pleasurable equivalent of a ton of brick. God, my vibrator at full blast didn’t have the impact of the tip of his tongue.
That was just him getting started and, as he increased his speed and intensity, I had to hold on to the side of the bed for dear life. I looked down at him and saw him absolutely going to town on me and loving every second of it, which only drove me wilder. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to make me come before he even had a chance to deflower me.
I wasn’t going to let him do that.
My hands lifted his face towards me, revealing a devilish smile.
“Leo,” I said, “I want you to take me.”
There was a slight look of shock on his face, as if he wanted to make sure he heard me right.
I nodded. In slow, certain terms, I repeated myself.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He gave me one last lick before standing up and taking off his jeans. He wore tight briefs, and I could see the clear outline of his firm cock. Frankly, the thing he was packing in his pants was outright intimidating. And when he brought down those briefs to give me a full look at it, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was absolutely massive, unlike anything I’d ever seen or even imagined.
I was wet and more than ready for it.
Leo leaned down on top of me and kissed me. When the kiss ended, he watched my eyes for signs of discomfort as he slid into me. There was a small amount of pain, but it was overshadowed by the pure pleasure throughout all my body.
As he had with his tongue, he started slow. Gentle sways in and out, with intermittent kisses between my breaths. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, looking deep into my soul as he continued to penetrate.
It wasn’t like in the movies, where everything was in dreamy slow motion with big, orchestral music. Instead, it was quiet and simple, just like everything else in real life, but it gave it a different sense of drama because it was so obviously real. This wasn’t some fantasy like I’d had in my head from the other night, where images would pop in and out of my mind like a music video. Instead, there was a fluidity to it all, where I was in complete control of where I was looking. I turned my head to focus on his abs that tightened with each pulsating thrust, then lifted my chin up a bit to get a glimpse of his perfect ass before putting my hand on his bicep, which was firm and oh so real.
And I returned to his face, noticing the thin layer of sweat beginning to form on his brow. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, focused on the task at hand.
