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He lowers his mouth to my neck, whispering my name as his hands explore the curves of breasts, the hard tips of my nipples, and sliding over the roundness of my belly. “You have no idea how much I want you…need you.”
My hips automatically try to move over his cock, notched between my legs, but his hands hold me in place.”
“Wait for it.” He sinks his teeth into my nipple, and draws it into his wet, warm mouth before I can even register the pain. His gentle tugging clenches my core, I can hardly speak to beg.
“Leo, please.”
“Please what?” He flicks his tongue over the tip.
“Ohhh…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You inside me.”
“Your pussy’s dripping for my cock. I can feel it.” Another flick. “So ready to cream all over me.”
When he talks like that, my arousal skyrockets. I squirm, and he finally loosens his grip. I reach for one of the condoms thathe’d left on the nightstand, and rip open the package with my teeth, handing it to him with the latex peeking out from the tear. I moan just watching him sheath himself. He looks back up at me, his gaze as intense as I’ve ever seen it.
I spread my hand over the left side of his chest, feeling his heartbeats raging against my palm. He lifts my hips and eases me down over his cock in one, long, deft stroke. The sheer perfection snatches my breath.
We don’t move for countless moments. Unspoken words seem to dance between us, yearning in silence.
“Go slow,” he orders, watching me under heavy eyelids.
I immediately comply and lift off him, up…and…up…and…up, my legs trembling as I take my time to get from root to tip. He tenses, his ab muscles tightening as I make the descent even slower, my saturated walls, massaging and milking him.
“That’s it,” he groans, our bodies rocking in the shelter of intimacy, shutting out the rest of the world. It’s just Leo and me. Just us.
My vision drugged with desire puts him in a haze of thick dark hair and gorgeous grey eyes like stratus clouds. I emit a ragged moan as I slide down again, my emotions raw and zinging like a live electrical wire. I ripple around him and lick my tongue across his lips. Our temperatures rise, exuding a sultry heat. I up my speed, but he stops me with another firm grip.
“Slow,” he warns again, using both hands on my ass to command the pace. “Like this, until we can’t take it another second.”
I’ve already reached the tipping point. Sweat dots my upper lip and mists my skin. I’ve never come this way, not without clitoral stimulation, but with how he has me tilted, his large crown is hitting some magical spot inside me. I feel an orgasm rolling closer; with every slide and thrust, it lures me to the edge of the cliff that will be my flight. I want to tell him how I feel, saythe words, hear them back, but any conversation is shoved aside in lieu of the urgency building between us.
I lose my mind somewhere along the way. Slow is no longer an option. Feeling it too, Leo lunges upwards, giving me what I crave: that thick, powerful column of flesh, pounding into me, stretching me, battering me with endless pleasure. We are one, our bodies in tandem, seamless like a machine, pistons pumping fast and hard. I can’t hold on any longer. I look into his dark, hooded gaze, avidly watching me as I dive off the cliff…
Soaring…
Screaming…
Sobbing….
Plunging into the most beautiful black sea.
And Leo, his skin fevered, his body growing rigid, thrusts upward one more time, and comes.He crushes me to his chest, kissing me, his heated whispers and raspy groans spilling into my mouth.
We cling together, holding on as if what we just experienced could drown us, and we were each other’s life rafts. I’ve never felt such a profound connection. It transcends mere physical desire; it even surpasses the act of making love. It’s as if some spiritual power orchestrated our union, defying our differences, and weaved together our hearts and destinies into an exquisite yet complicated tapestry.
I brush my lips across his, attempting to calm him through the snarling shudders. When his breaths return to normal, he runs his fingers up and down my back, and to my waist and hips, his touch sensually tender and loving. He kisses away my tears, and the look on his face is one of awe and vulnerability. I get it. My heart had been laid bare too. But I don’t question the why or how of it. Not like Leo would. He’s methodical. Logical. He’s used to keeping a tight rein on his emotions. Although ourbodies are still intimately joined, I can feel him withdrawing little by little, and slipping farther and farther away.
CHAPTER 17
Leo
JAZZ.WHAT THE HELL IS she doing to me?
The shocking speed and intensity of my feelings hits me like the snap of a rubber band. This isn’t like me, or at least the version of myself that I recognize. I have analyzed it up, down, and sideways, but the undeniable fact remains: I’m head over heels for Jazz, the same woman Kai claims to be in love with.
