Once the chicken dish was in the oven, I started cleaning up the mess so there would be less after we ate.
“Here, let me.” Leo stepped behind me, taking the cleaning cloth from me. His arms bracketed me on either side as he squirted dish soap on the rag.
“What are you doing?” I knew exactly what he was doing after all his stolen touches, but all I could think about was the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“Helping.” His breath was hot against my ear as he put the rag in my hand and guided it to the cutting board I’d been preparing to clean.
My hands trembled slightly as I let him control my movements, hyperaware of every point of contact between us. I should have stepped away, but I leaned back into him instead, relishing the feeling of being enveloped by his strong frame.
We washed the few dishes quietly, although there was nothing quiet about my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Resisting him was futile; the combination of wine and proximity had weakened my resolve.
With the last of the dishes in the drying rack, we dried our hands, but instead of stepping away, Leo’s hands fell to my hips, turning me to face him.
Pushing him away would have been the wise choice, but my body was too amped up and my inhibitions lowered from the wine.
Leo’s grip tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his lips barely brushing mine.
All I could manage was a breathy, “Don’t stop.”
His mouth claimed mine, and I melted against him, all thoughts of resistance forgotten. With the taste of wine on our lips and the heat building between us, I couldn’t bring myself to care about consequences.
How long had it been since I’d let myself do something so selfish and self-destructive?
My fingers fumbled with his belt, and he took over as I pulled his shirt from his pants. He leaned back against the counter as I pushed his pants and boxers down. I didn’t really enjoy giving blow jobs, but that didn’t stop me from dropping to my knees in front of him.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and looked up at him. “Just this once, Leo. To get it out of our systems.”
His jaw clenched, and he nodded. “One time.”
Channeling all the power of the blow job gods, I licked the tip of his cock as I slid my fist up and down his length.
He groaned and fisted my ponytail. “Fuck, you look so perfect on your knees.”
The praise made my stomach erupt in flutters. My tongue ran over his shaft, from head to base and back up again. He held my head, firmly but gently.
He moaned as I took him fully in my mouth. “You’re so good with your mouth, princess. Yes, just like that.”
The slight pull of my ponytail spurred me on as I sucked. I felt the tension in his body as his hips began moving, seeking more from me. I took him as far as I could handle, my cheeks hollowing as I worked to push him to the edge.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. I want to come down that pretty throat so bad.” He pulled out of my mouth, his hand moving to my cheek. “But I want to come inside you even more. Do you want that?”
“Yes.” My voice was raspy with need but also with nerves.
He held out his hand, helping me to my feet. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nodded.
He kissed me as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him. I kissed down his jaw to his neck as he carried me out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom.
Even if this was a horrible idea, it was too late to stop now.
His eyes were dark with need as he laid me down and kicked off his pants that were somehow not around his ankles. “You have way too many clothes on.”
He knelt in front of me as he tugged off my pants and panties. His hands slid up my legs before lifting one onto his shoulder. “Beautiful, and so wet.”
I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. “Leo... I’ve... I don’t- oh God!”
I was going to tell him that I didn’t expect him to go down on me, but his mouth was already on me, flicking my clit with his tongue. I gasped, my hips arching into the sensation. Having a man who knew what he was doing between my legs was better than I expected.