Page 51 of King of Temptation

Instead, she rubs the tip of her nose against mine. “Leo.”

Something in the tone of it makes my breath hold in my chest. It’s sweet and vulnerable and needy. “Baby.”

“I know how much you’ve done for me. I’ll pay you back someday. Promise.”

She’s got this ridiculous sense of fair. I’ve never met someone more concerned with not taking, despite how little she has, and it makes it so easy to give. I can be stingy but not with her. Never with her. I let go of one of her tits to run my palm back down her belly and then I slide my fingers into her thong, my middle finger gliding right through her folds. “You give me more than enough.”

“I don’t give you anything,” she whispers.

I kiss her then, her sweet mouth so soft under mine. One of my hands is tweaking a nipple, the other is cupping her pussy while my finger circles her clit. Her hips are starting to move, chasing the pleasure, as she bucks into my palm.

I don’t even know how to explain to her that I don’t need her to give me anything other than permission to let me keep her close.

It’s my job to give to her. Care for her. It’s her job to…

I guess I see the problem. She must not think sex is enough. But for me, it is. She steals my breath every time I look at her and the fact I get to touch her…

“You give me plenty.” And then I push my fingers lower, one of them sliding into her soaking wet pussy.

We both groan, and I look back to realize the tub is about to overflow.

Reluctantly, I let her go, sliding my hand back out of her underwear. I turn off the water and then drain some so that we don’t overflow it. She’s taking off her thong and I reach out my hand to help her into the tub.

She steps in, sinking into the water with a sigh, as I shuck off my jeans to climb in behind her. Her skin slides against mine as she settles back into me. I reach for some soap and start scrubbing her down.

I mostly just want to touch her skin. There are some faint bruises on her biceps but that’s about it. My fingers glide over them as I kiss her neck, her ear. I hate that he left them on her, and I do my best to soothe them away.

But I’m no longer in a hurry. Now that we’re naked, I honestly want to slow this down. I’ve never been a guy for taking my time. I like things fast and hot. But tonight, right now, I feel different.

Like it’s more important to be slow and gentle. To show her… I search for the words.

To show her that she’s in good hands.

I try not to think about why that’s important to me. My hands are gliding over her belly, her body relaxing into mine as I kiss along her shoulder. She reaches back and twines her fingers into my hair.

Which means, I scrub the soap across her exposed armpit, making her jerk her arm away with a wild giggle.

“Are you ticklish?” I’m grinning too, wanting to touch her there again. Maybe I want to tickle her there with the stubble on my chin.

“No,” she gasps, moving away to give me a little splash.

I love knowing this about her and I pull her close again turning her upper half so that her breasts are crushed into my chest, her hip pressing into my groin.

Her arms twine around my neck as I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth to really taste her.

The tub is big but not big enough that she could straddle me that way I’d like her to, so I push up, holding her waist as I rise, water cascading down our bodies. I step out of the tub, carrying her with me. Water spills onto the floor as I grab a towel. I don’t want to stop kissing her long enough to dry off, so instead, I heave her higher, my arm under her ass so that her legs wrap around me.

Which has my cock pushing against her pussy.

I slide in slowly, remembering how tight she was last time. It’s not different this time, her walls gripping me as I ease in.

But she doesn’t seem nervous tonight.

In fact, her hips arch in a way that pulls me in deeper. It looks so beautiful, the way her body rolls but it feels even better. “My little dancer,” I grit out, pushing deeper inside her. I’m half tempted to just fuck her right here. The floor is slippery though, the pools of water on the marble. And I want to see her ride me, watch her hips roll, and so I start for the bedroom door, keeping my cock buried deep as I hold both her ass cheeks in my hands. Even as I walk, I’m naturally pumping in and out of her, her little whimpers and mewls making my cock harder as I walk and fuck her at the same time.

Sex with Kim is on some other level. She grips me with her legs, leaning her upper body away from me which drives me even deeper inside her.

I stop walking, my vision blurring. It’s so good, I can’t even breathe, so instead, I just hold her ass as tightly as I can.

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