Page 58 of Cat and Mouse

I use my knee to push her legs apart and then thrust my thigh between hers. Her eyes roll a little. My hands on her hips help guide her as she rolls her hips, trying to get closer to me. She's seeking pressure, seeking release, and I'm going to give it to her.

She darts her tongue out and licks her lips.

I pull down her top to bear her breasts to me. She's so beautiful like this, all moaning and breathless.

I lick my way from her neck to her collarbone before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I bite her gently, then soothe it with my tongue before repeating the action on the other nipple.

She's so close to the edge. I can tell by the way she's riding my thigh.

My hands are back on her hips, loving how she's gyrating, trying to get herself to the edge. There's already a wet spot from her on my thigh.

"So fucking needy," I say before leaning and taking her nipple back in my mouth. I suck it, wrapping my tongue around it.

She gasps.

She whimpers.

She trembles.

And just when she's about to come, I pull my thigh from her.

I want her desperate and undone.

"What are you fucking doing, Leonardo?" She reaches out to me.

I smirk as I take a step back.

She's confused, her eyes wide, her breasts out. "Make me come, now."

I tsk, taking another step back. "I'm going to need you to remember your manners. You accused me of murder earlier, remember? You look so pretty when you say please. Call me selfish, but I would rather you asked nicely."

"Are you serious?" she asks as her hand runs through her hair.

I nod, then turn to survey her house. It's sparsely decorated. It's straight out of a catalogue, so damn impersonal.Who doesn't have a single picture of themselves hanging around the room?

I turn to ask her that question just to catch her slipping a hand into her pajama bottoms.

I charge immediately, pulling her hand and pinning it to the fridge.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"If you can't take care of it, I'll do it myself."

I glare at her, taking her other hand so I can cross her wrists and hold them up. "Rookie mistake."

"Oh really?"she bites back as she flexes her fingers.

I adjust my hold on her. Then slowly, I pull her shorts down until they're trapped at her thighs. She can't move her arms or her legs. The protest on her lips dies out when my fingers make contact with her wet slit. She shivers as I slowly rub back and forth. I use her wetness to rub circles on her clit, loving her little sighs.

Then I slide one finger in, pushing it in slowly. Her green eyes roll back, her head banging against the fridge.

This is my favorite version of her, so damn pliant.

I bring her close to the edge, and when she starts quivering, I pull my finger out. She cries out. I press open mouth kisses to her neck and chest, using my tongue to slide over the already forming hickeys.

"Leonardo, please."

I chuckle against her collarbone. "I knew I would get you to beg again."

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