Page 76 of Ride the Wave

Has he lost his fucking mind?I’m practicallypantingat this point.

‘You’re not very good at reading the room, are you, Leo?’

A smirk plays on his lips. ‘I need verbal confirmation, London.’

‘You want me to beg,’ I huff, shifting beneath him.

‘I was going for a simple word of consent, but hey,’ he grins, before pressing his mouth against the seam of my thong, my skin tingling beneath his lips, ‘if you want to beg—’

‘Yes, I want this, Leo,’ I say, biting my lip as our eyes meet.

‘Guess we’ll save the begging for later then.’

‘You wish.’

‘We’ll see.’

As he pulls my thong down over my legs, dropping it on the floor, butterflies flutter around my stomach. He parts my legs and kisses along my thighs, teasing and tormenting me in every way he can, before I finally feel the soft pressure of his mouth on me. My head tips backwards as his tongue swirls over my clit, finding the right spot straight away and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through me. I gasp as heat builds beneath the strokes of his tongue, gripping fistfuls of his sheets in my fingers, my legs beginning to tremble.

‘You’re so wet for me,’ he groans in satisfaction, his tongue circling and swirling over me, his hand pressing firmly against my thigh as it shakes. ‘Is this good? Like this?’

‘Yes,yes,’ I utter, trying to remember any of the English language.

He increases the pressure and a moan slips out of me as he winds me higher and higher with this heavenly torment, my hips tilting against his mouth, my body slipping out of my control. With his tongue still sweeping over my clit, he slides his fingers inside me and I think I might lose it completely then and there, my muscles clenching tightly around him, tipping me close to the edge already.

‘Leo,’ I gasp, my nails clawing at his sheets.

‘Fuck, I love that,’ he mutters as I writhe beneath him, his fingers sliding in and out of me, ‘I love you moaning my name like that.’

He increases the pace, his mouth covering me again, licking, teasing, sucking, and the ecstasy is rippling through me, wave after wave of pressure building as he coaxes me closer. I’m barely able to breathe, my brain struggling to comprehend how it can possibly feel this good. With one arm bent over my shoulder, my hand clinging at the pillow for dear life, the other flies to his head, my fingers tangling in his thick, messy hair.

‘Oh my God, I want you so badly,’ I manage to say between erratic breaths. ‘Leo, I need you inside me. Please.Please. Oh God.’

‘You want me to stop?’

‘No, don’t stop!’

I hear him chuckle and I know he’s smug as hell right now because he got what he wanted – he made me beg. His fingers and mouth keep the same pace, perfectly coordinated, reading my reactions. My muscles squeeze around him, pleasure coiling up the core of my body, turning me into a pleading wreck.

‘Oh fuck, Leo,’ I whimper, and he groans again at me saying his name like that and I know I’m going to scream it when release closes in because it’s the least I can fucking do.

The sensation builds and builds until I can’t hold out any longer, intense pleasure rolling through and consuming every inch of me as I tighten around him and spasm, his name echoing off the walls of his bedroom as I cry it out. I come hard, my body shuddering and arching beneath him.Fuck. Ing. Hell.

My orgasm gradually subsides, my chest heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath.

‘Oh my God,’ I breathe as Leo presses his lips against my thigh. I think he may be as obsessed with my legs as I am with his lips. ‘That was… oh myGod. Please come here.’

He chuckles softly, finally giving in to my begging and moving up to lie next to me so I can turn to look at him, mesmerised by his strikingly dark eyes, the slope of his nose, his gorgeous lips, the strong jawline – all of him. He’s the most beautiful man I know.

You would have the power to devastate me if I stayed here longer, I think.

‘You’re unbelievable,’ I murmur as he kisses along my cheekbone to my lips. ‘And you’re a psychic. Didn’t you hear me begging?’

‘I think I must have been a little distracted,’ he says playfully. ‘What was it you said? Something along the lines of you wanting something…’

‘You’re going to make me say it again.’

‘As much as I possibly can. What was it you wanted?’

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