Page 29 of Easy Rumba

“Be gentle with me, Leo.”

“I will.”

I shift Elise out of my arms and lay her flat on the bed before lowering myself down between her thighs. I can smell her desire, and it makes my dick so hard it could pound nails into the toughest wood, but I won’t push her.

I reach into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and start to lower them down her thighs. I can see her pussy is still as neatly trimmed as it used to be.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur.

Elise must panic because I see her eyes go wide as a thought suddenly hits her.

“No,” she says and grabs my hand.

I instantly stop and sit back.

“Talk to me,” I urge. Her pajama bottoms are halfway down her legs. She’s completely frozen in place and isn’t even attempting to hide herself from me. “Elise.”

“I might not be as pretty as I once was down there. When I had Izzy, I tore and had to be sewn back up. Simon said it was my fault for demanding natural childbirth instead of a caesarean like any normal Hollywood star.”

My top teeth grind against the lower ones again, and I’m sure my jaw tics with anger.

“Elise, listen to me. Your pussy is mine. It always has been. It gave life to an amazing little girl, and there’s no way you could be blamed for choosing to do things naturally. Let me give you an honest opinion on how pretty you are there.” I flick my eyes down to between her thighs. “Because from here it’s looking damn fine.”

Elise lets go of my hand and apologizes as she does.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry. Talk to me always.”

She nods and lays back down on the bed.

I finish removing her pajama bottoms and throw them onto the floor. I inhale her seductive smell again. It’s like the finest honey—sweet and completely feminine. My tongue darts out and traces a path up her slit. There’s no evidence of any damage to her perfect pussy from having Izzy. I knew there wouldn’t be, but I’m sure Simon would have told her there was. Another reason to punch him in his face if I ever get to meet him. Concentrating on the task at hand, I retrace the path of my tongue before pushing a finger inside her. Still as tight as I remember, I can’t wait to thrust my dick deep inside her and feel her come around it. I wonder if she’s on the pill? Maybe we can both get tested, and then we can do it without the condoms this time…I’m getting far too ahead of myself.

Pushing a second finger inside Elise, I concentrate on her clit peeking out of its hood, enticing me to play with it. My tongue flicks over it fast and then slow, tantalizing and teasing the writhing woman under me. My fingers pump in and out of her as she moans with lust filled groans.

“Leo,” she murmurs breathlessly, and I know she’s on the edge of her orgasm.

I press harder on her clit and then use my teeth to nip at the bud. Elise takes off, her body clamping down on my fingers and pulling them deep within her. The essence of her orgasm flows from her, coating my mouth in her juices. I lap up every last drop until she settles back down with a long, contented sigh. Withdrawing my fingers from her slowly, I don’t bother giving back her pajama bottoms. Instead, I settle her against my body so she can feel my hardness, and I cradle her until she falls asleep. I eventually join her, knowing the missing part of my life is back where it belongs.

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