Page 8 of His Handyman Skills

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Should I take off my clothes,” I blurt out, my face getting impossibly hotter as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“Such an eager little thing,” he chuckles, kissing the tip of my nose. “But yes. I probably should have had you do that before I got you here. Get up for me.”

I do as he says, sitting up while keeping my eyes locked on him. He reaches out, grabbing the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up over my head, leaving me with nothing but my bra to cover my chest. He reaches around behind me, giving me a sweet kiss as he makes quick work of the clasp lying flat against my back. Then, when he leans away, he takes the garment with him.

I feel exposed, but Leo doesn’t give me time to dwell on it. His hands are insistent at the waistband of my jeans. When he gets the button and fly undone, he pats my outer thigh – a signal for me to lift my hips – and takes them along with my panties off in one swift movement.

All of a sudden, I’m laid completely bare in front of him. Half of me wants to cover myself up and hide away from him, half of me loves that I’m naked for him. I decide to push that thought down. Leo wants to see me. He wants to talk care of me and give me the “more” I’ve been craving. I can trust him with seeing my body. I can trust him in touching it and making me feel good.

“God, Nicole,” he murmurs, his breathing coming out ragged as he carefully lies me back down. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I might be the luckiest man on Earth.”

I giggle, my own voice sounding far away in my ears. I don’t know how to respond to that, but the praise makes me glow. If he thinks he’s the luckiest man on Earth, then I’m the luckiest woman in the universe.

Leo cups my cheeks and leans down to connect our lips in another kiss. It’s as much about getting his lips on mine as it is about getting me comfortable. I relax under him after a few seconds of sweet, delicate kisses. Then, once he can tell I’m ready for things to go further, the hand on my cheeks starts drifting down my neck.

I sigh into his mouth, his touch so soft, gentle and reverent that I feel like I’m being worshiped. It’s like I’m his altar, his church. I am the most important thing in his life, and right here, right now, he’s showing me his devotion.

When he reaches my bare breast, I nearly yelp at the contact. I didn’t even know it, but my nipples are so sensitive. At my reaction, Leo smirks against my mouth as he rubs the pad of his finger over the pert, pink nub. When it’s fully hard, he starts pinching at it, and I arch up into his touch.

Our kiss gets messy as I struggle to maintain composure. It’s obvious that he doesn’t care, because he keeps kissing me within an inch of my life while playing with my nipple. Then, when he’s satisfied with what he’s done, he moves onto the other side.

I’m prepared for the sensation this time, but it still knocks my breath away. Leo slows his kisses down, matching my sloppy, haphazard pace. It’s indulgent and a little filthy. I don’t ever want him to stop. I could die with my mouth occupied with his and I’d be happy.

When his touch finally drifts from my breast, I’m only vaguely aware of it. His fingertips trail down my stomach, making the muscles just beneath the surface of my skin contract. Then, his hand finds the top of my thigh, and he squeezes, firm and possessive.

He pulls away from me then, his gaze burning on my face. I’m about to ask what he’s looking at when his fingertip grazes my inner thigh. I gasp, the touch completely unexpected. As though emboldened by my reaction, he lets his hand drift higher, the side of his hand brushing against my folds.

“You make the most amazing faces,” he says, continuing to tease me. “I wish there was a way to kiss you and watch you. I’d rather kiss you while I do this, though.”

“While you do what?” I ask.

I think I have an idea for what he’s planning. His hand hasn’t stopped the tiny, almost imperceptible movements that send jolts of electricity through my body. Still, I need to hear it from his mouth.

“This,” he says as he finally runs his fingers firmly through my folds.

I can’t even bring myself to care that I didn’t get exactly what I wanted. His hand is even better than hearing him tell me what he’s planning. My body nearly convulses, and as I’m reeling from his attention below my belt, his mouth is on mine again.

I don’t know where to focus. His tongue is exploring my mouth while his fingers collect the dampness between my legs. Then, just when I think he can’t make me feel any better, his fingertip circles my clit.

“Oh my god,” I gasp against his lips as my legs twitch violently.

“That feel good, Shayla?” Leo asks, sounding incredibly satisfied with himself.

“Yes,” I say, forcing my eyes open so I can get a look at him.

His pupils are blown, and his usually incredibly dark brown eyes are nearly black. His lips are spit-slick and slightly parted. His gaze flits all over my features like he can’t quite decide where to focus his attention either.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with lust. “You really wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against his hand without my permission. “I want it all.”

“In due time,” he promises before leaning down to kiss me again.

Leo continues teasing my clit as our lips slide together sensually. A pleasant warmth builds in my body starting in my stomach and spreading all the way through my torso and into my limbs. I know this is the beginnings of an orgasm, but I don’t want to come yet. I want his hands on me as long as possible.

He doesn’t seem to have the same qualms, though. When I’m not expecting it, he withdraws his touch from the bundle of nerves. I don’t even have time to miss it before he’s sliding one of his thick, strong fingers into my pussy.

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