Page 103 of Last Chance Love

“I’d say it’s more than an act. You managed a lot for someone supposedly covered in just window dressing and playing pretend.”

“I mean, fake it till you make it, right?”

“I think it was a little more than that.”

“You love to give me more credit than I deserve.”

“Or just the right amount.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, pulling his arm free as he tried to roll off the bed. “That’s enough compliments for one day, thanks!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” I barked, rolling with him to wrap my arms around his middle and fight against him, pulling him back toward the bed.

“I’m over it!”

“Are you though?”

“Yes!”

“And what if I started complimenting how good your body looks, splayed out next to me in the morning?” I asked as I stroked his stomach. “Or how amazing it feels to grope you freely?”

“It’s certainly an improvement,” he said wryly, but I could hear the note of tension in his voice that told me I had his complete attention. “But it’s not enough to spare you, now let me go.”

“But I love holding you,” I said, reaching down to find his dick and grabbing it. “Every part of you, especially the big, thick parts.”

“You are just,” he began but stopped because we both knew I could feel him starting to grow in my hand rapidly, “a horndog.”

“Says the man two seconds away from being completely…ah, there we go, hard.”

“The worst.”

“Mmm, but you’re still going to fuck me.”

“Damn right I am.”

Leon was many things, but he was not a liar and quickly proved to be a man of his word. The time of day made things a little tricky. Even with his cabin being more secluded than mine, it was still later in the morning, so more people were up and around than last night.

That didn’t dampen our enjoyment of the moment. I might have had to suppress the groan when he bottomed out inside me, but I still savored the satisfying sense of fullness and the growing electric pleasure. A pleasure that mounted as he held me down against the bed, pumping into me with long, steady strokes that threatened to drive me to the brink of insanity as I craved more.

It seemed that more was not something he was willing to give, and he took his time. I knew it wasn’tjustto drive me crazy with pleasure and anticipation, but that was part of his motivation for sure. No, he was enjoying himself, pushing us toward the edge slowly rather than hurtling toward it as we did so often. I didn’t know what made him want to take his time when we had to get moving soon, but I wasn’t going to complain.

When it was done, he had planted more come inside me as I lay on my back, feeling my own covering my chest and stomach and the hand he’d used to stroke me to orgasm. Our chests heaved, and I was left to stare up at him as he hovered over me, trying to catch his breath. From there, I could gaze up at him and admire his body, a faint sheen of sweat from his exertion accentuating all the good parts.

“I don’t say it enough,” he said, kissing me. “But I do love you. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”

I had been momentarily distracted by the feel of him still inside me, shifting around, but my attention immediately snapped to him. The pressure in my chest grew into a tight squeeze, and I reached up to pull him down to cover him in kisses. It was the first time either of us had gone anywhere near those words since reuniting, and there weren’t enough words in any language to cover how I felt at that moment.

“It feels stupid and lame to say, but I feel the same way,” I said, stroking his hair.

“I kind of figured,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. “But you’re still a horny bastard who likes to manipulate me into being horny.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, laughing, ignoring my familiar disappointment when he finally slipped from me. “Blame me. It’s not like you’re naturally a horndog. You just need an excuse. No, no, not that.”

“Of course not,” he said, helping me get to my feet. “I was well-behaved, practically chaste before I met you. Then you had to go and corrupt me, and now I’m just a mindless beast who can’t keep their dick out of you.”

“That was a lot of words when you could have just said you were going to lie about being horny.”

“I would never lie!”

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