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The stretch is nice, but not nearly enough. If my mouth weren’t so occupied with mine, I might voice that thought. Instead, I choose to enjoy the affections he’s giving me. Maybe it’s a good thing his one finger leaves me wanting. It means this will last longer, that I’ll get more time with him.

“You make the most adorable little sounds,” he says, pulling back from my mouth slightly.

I wasn’t even aware of it, but now that he’s pointed it out, I realize that I’m breathing heavily. Each exhale carries a soft, airy sigh. The stimulation is bringing out involuntary reactions that I can’t quite get ahold of. Maybe I should care. Maybe I should be self-conscious. I’m not, though. I feel like a goddess. I feel like I’m the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world.

“You think you can take another finger?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I reply, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Good,” he mutters, inserting another digit into my pussy. I inhale sharply, but push harder into his touch. “That’s a good girl.”

This time, I’m completely aware of the moan that escapes my lips. This was the stretch I was looking for, the pressure I wanted. I think I could still take more, but this is more than enough. The feelings of my impending orgasm get stronger. It’s difficult to ignore the way the muscles in my body start to get tight. I feel like I’m a spring poised to go off at any second.

As if sensing how close I am, Leo changes the angle of his hand slightly. The heel of his palm rubs against my clit with each thrust of his fingers. It’s obvious that he’s doing everything he can to get me off, and I know it won’t take long for him to succeed.

“Leo,” I gasp, my back arching off of the bed. “Leo, I–”

“You close, sweet girl?” he asks, leaning back to smirk down at me as he continues his ministrations. When I nod, he chuckles and says, “Go on then, Shayla. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

I used to think it was silly, that coming on command was something that was only in smutty books, but now I know that’s not true. It’s as if his words possessed me. My orgasm is punched right out of my body. Pleasure overtakes me, and Leo’s the one who willed it.

My climax is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It feels like I’ve lost all control of myself. My thighs clamp around his hand, and my eyes roll back in my head. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids as he continues to work me through it.

After thirty seconds, my pleasure starts to wane. The stimulation almost overwhelms me even though it’s still just as sweet. It isn’t until the sound of my whimpers changes that he stops touching me.

“God, you’re perfect,” he says as he cups my cheek and leans down to kiss me again.

It’s lazy and indulgent. It strikes me that maybe it’s not just me that’s perfect. It’s me and him together. Without him I’m just something average, a girl with a shitty roommate and no idea what I want to do with my life. With him, none of that matters. I’ll find purpose and meaning. We’ll find purpose and meaning.

While we make out, Leo lowers himself between my legs, and I feel a hardness in the front of his jeans. He hisses, pulling away from my mouth and lifting his hips. Apparently, he hadn’t meant for me to feel that.

“Are you…” I start.

“I am,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “You were just so gorgeous. You have me all riled up.”

“Oh,” I giggle, the idea of having this kind of effect on him.

“You know,” he says, kissing my forehead,” if you want, there’s something else we can do that’ll feel even better.”

“I want it,” I say. “Please.”

Chapter Six

Leo

With Shayla’s permission, I lean back and rip off my shirt. Before it’s even landed on the floor next to her discarded clothes, I’m reaching for the button of my jeans. Then, making quick work of those and my boxers, I reach into a nightstand for a condom.

When I glance at Shayla, her eyes are locked on my cock. There’s lust clouding her eyes, but something else, too. I think it might be an undercurrent of fear. I don’t say this to brag, but I’m pretty well hung.

“Will it…”

“It’ll fit,” I assure her as I rip open the condom. Then, as I’m rolling it onto my length, I say, “We’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her gaze burning into my soul. “I trust you.”

“Good,” I reply as I reposition myself between her legs.

Before I line myself up, I kiss her again. I can feel the tension in her body when our lips connect. As we kiss, she slowly relaxes. It takes a few minutes for her to completely melt into my touch, but that’s okay. If all she ever wanted to do was kiss, I’d be okay with it. I’d be grateful just for the opportunity.

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