Page 38 of Easy Rumba

Chapter 17

Elise

I’ve had one of the best evenings of my life. The time flew by, and the second I got in the car with Leo, I knew I didn’t want it to end. I’m secretly very happy Gabby offered to have Izzy overnight because it means I can put on my big girl panties, figuratively of course, and take the next step with Leo. I want him surrounding me, holding me, and inside me. Bringing me to orgasm, again and again, as we both show each other our true feelings.

Arriving home, I place my shopping bags down on the floor while Leo checks to make sure the front door is secure. All the time, we keep looking at each other but say nothing. My heart beats quicker, and I can feel my desire building between my thighs already.

“I can’t believe I have a second chance with you. I must have done something good in my life.” Leo pulls me flush to his body

“I think you’ve done lots of good in your life, Leo.”

He presses his lips against mine, and I return his affection by opening my mouth to deepen our kiss. Eventually he pulls away from me.

“I was an inexperienced schoolboy last time I was with you, Elise. I’ve changed, I’ve learned, and I’m going to spend the entire night showing you just how good I can make your body feel.”

“I don’t doubt it for one minute. You’re a man of your word, even if it’s taken fourteen years.”

I drop my hand for Leo to hold, and I lead him into my bedroom—it’s girly but not overly feminine. The white walls and building prints give it a touch of masculinity. The hundreds of pillows on my bed, not so much. Leo swipes them all off with one hand as I go to lay down, but he stops me.

“No, I want you to undress for me. Show me every inch of that beautiful body of yours.”

He takes a seat on the bed, leaving me standing in front of him. My fingers reach for the beads around my neck, and I pull them over my head. My hands shake with nerves. I’ve never done this before for anyone, but when my eyes meet Leo’s dark ones, I know I can do it.

My t-shirt is next. I take the hem and raise it up slowly. Leo watches every movement the fabric makes. When I reveal the white bra I’m wearing underneath, he licks his lips. I pull the t-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor before taking a step closer to Leo. He reaches out and runs his fingers in a feathered touch over my stomach. I feel chills cascade through my body.

“More.” His voice is raspy with desire.

I step out of my sandals. Then undoing the button of my jeans and the zipper, I turn to the side and start to lower them down my legs, which are newly toned from all the dancing. I pause halfway, and Leo reaches forward and gives my bottom a light tap.

“No stopping,” he orders, and I lower my jeans to the floor. Pulling them off my feet, I push them aside before standing up in front of Leo. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel beyond confident in my body.

“Mmm,” he murmurs and strokes over my stomach again and then up to my breasts. “Beautiful.”

I reach behind me and unhook my bra. Lowering the straps over my shoulders, I allow the cups to pool into my hands. They still cover my breasts, but when Leo raises an eyebrow at me, I lower them, and the bra falls away, leaving my breasts exposed to him. He begins to play with them, stroking his fingers over the skin and then up to the nipples that pebble with delight. My skin is sensitive there, and I shut my eyes to enjoy his exploration. His hands move to the waist band of my panties, and I open my eyes as Leo leans in and sniffs me.

“Succulent as always.”

He removes my panties, then pulling me toward him, he lays back on the bed and positions me so I’m straddling his face.

“Pretty.”

I should feel embarrassed being so exposed to him, but I’m not. I relish the way he worships my body, especially when he sticks his tongue inside me and laps at my desire. I feel the orgasm immediately building within me. Leo is a maestro with my body and plays it like the finest instrument. His fingers flick at my clit, and I ignite. A flurry of stars bursting in my head as the orgasm explodes, flooding my senses. I can hear myself calling Leo’s name while my body shakes and bathes him in my release, but it doesn’t sound like me. It sounds far away because I’m flying so high.

Leo withdraws his tongue from my body and flips me over, so I’m now laying flat on my back on the bed. He presses his lips to my mouth again, and I relish the flavor of them. It’s a mixture of him and me combined.

“See how wonderful you taste.”

He lathers my face with kisses, hard and fast then slow and seductive. I’m on the edge again so quickly it’s ridiculous. How can one man play my body this way and leave me with no control over it? When I’m with Leo, I’m a wanton harlot.

I lick my lips again, removing from them the last residue of my orgasm mixed with Leo.

“I taste like I need something bigger instead.”

See, complete whore.

Leo raises his eyebrow at me.

“I think I can oblige.”

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