Page 35 of Leo

He nodded and eased her panties down and over her hips. She kicked it away and watched as he continued to stare at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sliding to the left, he turned her to face him, fingers stroking her cheek and then her neck.

“Touch me, please.” He urged her.

She placed tentative hands on his chest, loving the combination of warm male skin and crinkly chest hairs. His breath caught when she became bolder and eased her fingers over his nipples.

“What? Should I stop?”

“No,” he laughed hoarsely. “Please continue.”

She did, using her fingernails to scratch the tight bud. He inhaled sharply and felt his sex stretching at an alarming length.

“I want to taste it.”

The breath literally left his body when she said that.

“Leo?”

“Yes?”

“May I?”

“Yes.” His hands tightened on her arms as she bent her head. She used the tip of her tongue to flick over the flesh and sent his blood heating beyond words. When she tugged at the nipple, he had to force himself not to cry out.

His body went rigid, and he cursed softly. She became so fascinated, whether it was from his reactions or the taste of him, but she started sucking and sending him into mindless agony.

“Baby.” His voice was harsh, his hands racing up and down her back. “I can’t. Sweet God. You have to stop.”

He had to pry her away and held her at arm’s length for a few minutes as he fought for control.

“Good God.” He lifted a hand to cup her cheek. His eyes were smoldering, his body shuddering. “I think it’s only fair that I returned the favor.”

Pushing her gently back, he straddled her and started feathering kisses on her face. He kissed her eyes and then went to her cheeks and the sides of her mouth, nibbling on the bottom lip. When she opened them, he shook his head.

“Not yet.” He went for the exposed area of her throat, brushing the hair back. He felt her slender curves trembling. He tongued the hollow of her throat and heard her gasp of pure pleasure.

Moving down slowly, he kissed the top of her breast and hesitated slightly before twirling his tongue around the rigid flesh.

The taste of her was more than he had imagined. Nothing in his dreams or even the waking moments when he had pictured her naked and writhing under him had prepared him for the silky and sweet texture. He explored with his tongue before taking the nipple between his teeth.

Her startled cry had him shuddering and when she clutched at him, her moans echoing around the room, he went further. His hungry tugging of the flesh had them spinning in a mad vortex of passion that sent them flying off the edge. Her fingers went for his hair as her body arched.

Reaching between them, he palmed her sex, loving the feel of the downy hairs against his skin. It took just that, and she went flying. Her scream rent the air as her body convulsed. He hardly felt her fingers digging first into his back and then his shoulders as she exploded.

He waited for the storm to abate somewhat, before moving down her body. Her flesh was quivering, her body twitching.

When he kissed her stomach, she reached for him blindly.

“Wait.”

He went still - wondering if he had been too hasty or too slow.

“Please.”

He settled next to her and arranged his expression carefully. “What is it?”

Her eyes were bright and feverish, and her lips were parted.

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