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And we hit the ground running.
Before Leo even had the bedroom door closed, my shirt was on the floor and I was working on my pants. It wasn’t so much a race as it was our bodies screaming for each other in a kind of desperation, demanding each other with as strong an impulse as the need for oxygen. When our bodies intertwined and he kissed me, we attached so firmly with one another that a dozen horses running in opposite directions couldn’t pull us apart.
There was a comfort in his body that I couldn’t have anticipated. For knowing someone for so short a time, it was remarkable how close I felt to him. The computer may have shot out numbers, but those numbers meant nothing. The feeling was what was real and if this wasn’t genuine, then it was a damned good imitation.
Every inch of his body sent me wild, and I trusted him. At that moment, I was certain I was going to spend a lifetime with him. That idea should have calmed me and given me a sense of patience, but it did nothing of the sort. Instead, I wanted more and more of him, more than I knew what to do with. If he was a bottle of wine, I would have poured him until my glass runneth over, and then I would have kept on pouring until I was swimming him in his intoxicating red glow.
That’s exactly what it felt like being with him: like I was drunk in the best way possible. His hands held me tightly against him and led me to the bed, where he dipped me down so gently that, with my eyes closed, I didn’t even realize I was moving until my back eased onto the still-too-firm mattress.
I took the moment to open my eyes and look at him. In the soft light of the moon coming in through the bedroom window, Leo was even more breathtaking than usual. It almost hurt to look at him, he was so beautiful. And knowing that I could touch him, and even feel him inside me, only made him all the more unbelievable. The feeling of magic was one rarely experienced by grown women, but at that moment, it was completely overwhelming.
With a gentle efficiency, Leo moved his face between my legs, this time not torturing me but heading straight for my clit as I grabbed onto the sheets and held on for dear life.
“Just need to make sure you’re nice and wet,” he said, which was a self-fulfilling comment. Just hearing those words caused the juices to flow for me, and I’m sure it was practically a waterfall down there for him. But just to be sure, he ran his tongue over me a few more times, smiling and moaning with pleasure as he did so.
Then he paused and looked up at me with a serious look. He didn’t need to use any words for me to know what he was thinking. It was as though his eyes were asking me the question, “Are you ready?”
Truthfully, I wasn’t sure that I was, but I nodded anyway. In response, he crawled up my body, caressing my sides as he tongued my rock hard nipples and, in one fluid motion, slid his massive cock into me.
I let out a quick sigh in response and, again, with just his eyes, he checked on me. It was a quick, subtle check, not nearly enough to slow his momentum, but it was enough for him to make sure he hadn’t inadvertently hurt me. It was hard to blame him — he was packing some serious power between his legs, and, if he wasn’t careful, he could cause damage. Fortunately, he wielded his sword expertly and the only thing I was at risk of was a dangerously intense orgasm.
The magic continued as he matched my rhythm, rocking me back and forth as he penetrated me deeper and deeper. I couldn’t help but stare at the small indentations of his hips as he thrust into me, watching those muscles tense and relax with each and every push. There were so many things about Leo to drive me wild, but at that moment, those hip muscles were what my mind fixated on. God, it was hot. If I wasn’t careful, just those small divots would be enough to push me over the edge, but I held the feeling inside. This was going to last as long as I could possibly allow it to.
He lifted my legs up and held them against his shoulders, changing his angle of entry just enough for everything to feel completely different, and I began to practically see stars. The room lit up and I was transported inward, focused only on every sensation Leo provided me, not just in where he was touching, but in reverberations throughout my body. It was so intense that I had to remind myself to breathe and, once I did, I wondered if I would have passed out otherwise. My body no longer put the need for him alongside oxygen — it had now decided that he was even more important.
He slammed into me with almost superhuman strength, allowing me to feel the full force of his power. And with each thrust, he let out a masculine grunt that was shutting down whatever remained of my civilized mind. At that moment, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence if you paid me. Hell, if you shoved hundred dollar bills in my face, I probably would have no concept of what they were. The only thing that mattered to me was Leo and his perfect body, which he had complete control of and, as a result, also had complete control of my body.
A coherent sentence did come out of my lips, though I don’t remember thinking it before I said it.
“I want to ride you,” I said.
Leo paused for a second and looked at me with that sexy smile. He lowered my legs and held onto my body as he dove onto the bed on top of me, then rolled around so I could be on top. After adjusting myself, I put my hands on his stomach for balance and slowly lifted and lowered my body on top of him. His face had an expression of absolute ecstasy on it, and I couldn’t believe that it was all from me. I was doing this to him. It was my body that was giving him the same kind of overwhelming pleasure he was giving me. Just the thought of him coming inside of me sent a shiver through my body, and I picked up speed, hoping I’d be able to make it happen.
But he wasn’t going to allow himself a release until I got one. His rugged hands clung to my hips, allowing me to feel his strength even as he lay under me. At the same time, I had complete control of exactly where he was hitting against me, letting me use him as my own personal vibrator. Except he was so much better than that cheap toy I’d relied on for so many years.
It was too much for my body to take, I’d have to work towards release. With a slight angle forward, I let him push up against my clit and pounded into him with everything I had. If I had even a slight thought that I might be pressing too hard against him, the look on his face immediately convinced me otherwise. He wanted me to keep going — as if I could stop at this point — I was past the point where anything could stop me. We could see the atomic blast off in the distance through the window, and it still wouldn’t be enough to keep me from the orgasm I’d very much earned.
And so I relaxed and allowed the orgasm out. As I did, I felt Leo come inside of me, filling me with his essence and bringing me even more pleasure. I screamed with delight, letting all the air out of my lungs only to refill them and begin again. Leo fell back against the pillow and I leaned down on top of him, kissing him and kissing him and never wanting the moment to end. Just like the last time, I wanted to remember this experience forever in perfect detail, but that was impossible. We’d just have to rely on making new memories just as good as this.
As we leaned against each other, naked on the bed, things felt complete. Or, rather, almost complete. Leo covered us in a blanket and we lay in each other’s arms for a while until my even breathing and closed eyes must have convinced him I was asleep. As delicately as a man building a ship in a bottle, he eased himself out of bed and opened the bedroom door. Bagel came in and joined us and slept at the foot of the bed as Leo crawled back in next to me, spooning me as I actually fell asleep.
Now things felt complete. And, with the baby on the way, things could only get better.
CHAPTER20
***LEO***
The baby supply store was a world of possibilities, awash in pastel shades of blue and pink. A kind of miniature Ikea where all of the shoppers were in an afterglow of excitement and wonder. As a doctor, I always dealt with the harsh realities of pregnancies, particularly the risks involved and the obstacles along the long path of creating another human being. While there were moments of joy and even mild euphoria, it was nothing like what I experienced here. This was like catnip for parents-to-be, and I wasn’t immune to it. In fact, if I had been on the fence about parenting before entering the store, now I was completely on board and embracing the future life I’d committed to.
It was nothing compared to the awe and wonder that had taken over Mila’s face. She’d come down with a hard case of baby fever, and it was only going to get more and more intense in the months leading up to her giving birth.
“Where do we even begin?” I asked.
Her eyes were giant saucers, taking in the store’s sights slowly and methodically. Plenty was happening in her head, but there was an overwhelming amount of sensory input. It was an enormous warehouse of cribs and mobiles, giant blocks and small couches, strollers and high chairs, pacifiers and bottles, stuffed bears and wooden trains. Everything one would need for the first year of a child’s life was here and, if anything, the trick was figuring out what we didn’t need. After all, we only had a limited amount of space at the moment, though that wasn’t the permanent situation. I’d lived in a house before when it was just me and Hannah, and that sometimes felt tight. Mila and I were both pulling in comfortable incomes — we hadn’t talked about it, but it seemed obvious to me that we’d want to give the baby as much space as we could possibly afford.
But that was neither here nor there.
Mila still hadn’t answered my question. To me, it seemed as though whatever words she needed were beyond her ability to access at the moment.
