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He clamps a hand to the inside of my thigh, and I spread my legs wider for him, like I’m holding up aWelcomesign. I dig my heels into his back. His finger slides over my clit a few times before he slips it inside. While his tongue continues to tease me, his finger pushes in and out, stretching and scissoring.

My insides constrict, and a thrilling hum racks my entire body.

“Leo?” I whisper into the night. “I need you.”

A rough, quiet chuckle sounds out between my legs. “You don’t know how insane that makes me to hear ya say that. I jus’ might come with you,” he teases. But it’s not in a condescending way, it’s sweet. “But I’m not done with you yet, Darlin’.”

What the hell does he want from me? To finish me off like this? To see me dissolve into a puddle of pleasure?

At my thoughts, he says, “I wanna watch ya fall apart, Sugar. I wanna see what I do to you.” And then his face disappears between my legs once again. I suck in a shuddering breath when his tongue strokes against me.

The intensity builds again. Faster this time. Relentless. It’s everything unfathomable and perfectly magical at the same time. I gasp as each shudder builds deeper in my core, curling and wrapping around me until I don’t know what is causing this sheer pleasure. Is it his hand, his tongue? Does it even matter? Because the orgasm pulses around me before it finally zeroes in, and I fall. I teeter over that edge of bliss before I, at last, plummet.

By the time I finish, my breathing has accelerated, and I blink open my eyes. I find him watching me. Lustfully, satisfied, enamored. It does something inside me. A sense of power builds in me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

And I’m not ashamed to admit—I like it.

CHAPTER 9

Leo

I’m stunned into silence. Giana is breathtaking as she lies beneath me, sprawled open and breathless. Watching her get off almost had me coming undone myself. It was the most arousing experience I’ve ever encountered.

I think about slapping myself awake because, again, I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch.

All the jerking myself off in preparation for this paid off. It was a surefire way I didn’t blow my top before I was ready.

Nudging Giana’s legs open, I lower myself on top of her and peer into her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more enamored.”

“Gah, Leo,” Giana squeals, throwing an arm across her face again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me, Sugar. I’m tickled you let yourself go.” Lifting her arm, I set it flat next to her head and drag my fingers over her smooth wrist and palm until our hands are locked together.

“I’m not embarrassed. I just wish you could’ve got off too.”

Her words are blunt, and it has my erection straining against my pants.

I nuzzle my chin in her neck, causing her to squirm beneath me. “I mean…I’m hopin’ I still can.”

Lifting my head, I peer into her eyes. They search mine with such reverence and I know she’s finding the same in mine. Because that’s all I can feel when I look at her.

Respect. Admiration. Friendship.

She nods once, her lips pulling into a reassuring smile.

I lower my face to hers and grin against her mouth as we kiss. I deepen it quickly, and a quiet moan escapes her throat. With my fingers still intertwined with hers, I press her hand firmly against the sleeping bag. I spread kisses down her neck and to the dip in her collarbone as I thrust my hips. My erection pushes against her sensitive spots, and she sucks in a breath.

God, she feels so good. I need her now.

Rising to my knees, I wrestle to undo my jeans and don’t take my eyes off her. She licks her lips, and her hand glides over one of her breasts. The action sends a pulsing in my cock, and I can’t kick my boots and pants off fast enough.

“You ready for me, Sugar?”

“Mhm,” she mumbles, her hand still working and massaging her tit.

Lowering myself to her once again, I grip my dick in my hand. I drag it over her entrance a few times to wet the tip. Her little mewls get me more aroused, turning me inside out. I push inside her, and blood pounds in my ears. The same sensation as the first time hits me like a crashing wave, but it’s different somehow. Better.How that’s fucking possible, I’m not even sure.

I push deeper with each thrust, and she writhes beneathme. Like this, with me inside her, we are one. I’ve never felt closer to someone. Instead of scaring the shit out of me like it probably should, I want it. I crave it.

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