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Leo may be dominant in many ways, but he always ensures I feel in control, that I feel it’s my choice. “I couldn’t be more ready for you, Leo, and for whatever comes next.”
A smile breaks over his face as he pulls me against him into a tight hug that envelops me in security and presses our heartbeats together.
“Let’s go home, Sweet Pea.”
“Yes,” I say, thinking about my mom and picturing her smile. She was right, the heart always knows.
By the time we gethome, it’s too late to call Zay. He’s working the eight-to-eight night shift. I have to settle for sharing my excitement via text. I also assure him that I won’t leave him in the lurch with the rent. He would never think that, but I include it in the message anyway.
I stand on the narrow separation between the kitchen and the living room as if for the first time, seeing the apartment and all its possibilities. “What do you think about a music theme, with black and white prints on the wall above the couch covered with all the greats from jazz to hip hop, maybe some vinyl?”
Leo comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I like it a lot.”
“You do?”
“Hm-mm.” He nuzzles behind my ear as his hand slips beneath my sweatshirt. “We should christen our place. I read that it’s good luck.”
“In that case...” I turn in his arms. “Which room should we start with?”
“Right where we are.” He pivots with me, and my bum hits the edge of the kitchen counter. “I love you.” He repeats those precious words before his lips crash down on mine. Savagely. Possessively.
Leo pulls the sweatshirt over my head and the tank beneath it, working adeptly through the layers. His breath comes out hot against my skin as he kisses from the tattoo under my ear all the way down to my breasts. It’s as if I’d been wilting without his touch, and every slide of his tongue waters my flesh and nourishes my spirit.
He hooks his thumbs into my leggings and I wiggle to help him pull them down and off my feet. Eyes blazing, he slides his fingers beneath the edge of my panties and strokes them through my hot liquid.
“I-I haven’t showered.”
“I don’t care.” He keeps moving his fingers in and out of me before withdrawing them and licking each one.
I shiver, despite my body being on the verge of burning up.
“Turn around, baby.” The words are voiced softly, but I hear the authoritative command in them. I do as he says, bracing mypalms on the granite. He sidles in close. With my hair piled up in a top knot, he plants soft, moist kisses on my nape, whispering my name as his hands explore the front of me, running them over the curves of my breasts and stomach.
The pace of his touch doesn’t match the pace of my need. “Hurry,” I moan.
“Patience, Sweet Pea.” His fingers continue their slow exploration inside my panties and across my sex, brushing the opening, testing my wetness, getting agonizingly close to where I need it, then pulling away. Leo’s a master at teasing. He drags my underwear down my legs, rendering me naked. He must just lower the front of his joggers and underwear because it only takes seconds before I feel his thick shaft rubbing over the cheeks of my bum and down the crease. “I fantasize about all the things I want to do to this ass. Kiss it, eat it, fuck it.”
His raw words incite another burst of wetness.
He spreads my cheeks, and I feel him nestled, hot and hard between them, as he squeezes my flesh together and thrusts up and down.
“You’re killing me,” I pant.
“Are you protected?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I croak. “Please, Leo. I need you.”
“You’ve got me, Sweet Pea. I’m yours.” He runs a finger over my sex, dipping inside and dragging my juices higher, wetting my taint and pushing one, then two fingers inside, causing my moans to escalate. The toys add an illicit, carnal element to our lovemaking, but there’s still nothing more arousing to me than Leo’s touch, his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
“Grab on tight to the counter.”
Throbbing, moans escape from my lips as I feel him between my legs just before he plunges. He warned me of what was to come. But the sheer force and intensity of it rips from me a shocked cry and sends me rocking forward. If I hadn’t beensoaked, it would have been painful. Instead, he feels exquisite inside me, bare, without anything between us, physically or emotionally.
I cling to the counter, welcoming the power of each thrust that brings me higher, and winds me tighter and tighter, triggering something inside that shatters me apart. I sob out his name, and with his arms around my waist, he brings my back against his chest, slowly moving in and out. I turn my head over my shoulder, seeking his mouth. Our side kiss is a delicious wet mess of tongues. “I love you,” he murmurs in between kisses and thrusts.
“I love you,” I whisper back, and then, shuddering against me, he comes.
Leo
