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“Oh fuck, Rosie!”
His arm was trembling, his abs taut and clenched. He had a hungry, needy glint in his eyes. He was on the brink, exactly where she wanted him.
She sat up so she was hovering over him. “Not yet, Leo. Not yet. Get close, then pull back. Can you do that for me?” Her voice still sounded prim, but with a huskiness that she hoped was sexy.
“Yes. I’ll do anything,” he said so earnestly. So desperately. “Please, Rosie.”
She could tell he was getting close. His eyes were hooded, his breath thunderous. He was shaking and sweating and struggling. She ran her hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear, caressing his jaw. He melted into the touch, almost like he was expecting it.
She slapped him, and he clearly had not been expecting it because the impact made him come all over her.
Chapter Six
Leo fell forwardinto Rosie’s body, pressing his face to her stomach. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He kissed away the stripes of come he’d left on her. His skin was buzzing with relief and satisfaction. His face stung in the best fucking way.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. He didn’t know why he was saying those words. They felt good. It felt good to apologize for coming before she’d wanted him to, and for making her messy with his release, and because he’d loved her once and it hadn’t worked and he was so, so sorry. “I’m sorry.”
He licked the spunk off the swell of her breasts and the tops of her thighs. Damn, that had been awesome, but he’d basically blasted her.
She was making shushing noises and holding him steady, petting him. He loved to be cuddled after sex, found he needed a bit of sweetness to reorient himself, to fall safely down to earth. But he wasn’t done worshiping her yet.
He pushed her back in the chair, shoved her legs apart, and dove between them.
“I’m sorry,” he said again before sucking her swollen clit into his mouth.
“Oh my,” Rosie gasped, which was such an understatement for how her body quaked against his lips.
She tasted incredible. Bright and fresh. He was too excited to do this cleanly, to be suave and focused. Instead, he ate her like a starving man.
She grabbed onto his hair and hissed out, “Yes, Leo.”
Her legs pressed against his shoulders and her back arched. He could tell she was struggling. Close, but not getting there.
He lifted up for a breath. He felt her arousal on his chin. “What do you need, Rosie?”
Her eyes were smashed shut, and she shook her head. “The second ones are always hard.”
“That’s okay. Does it feel nice? I’ll keep going if it feels good.”
“Of course it feels good,” she said with an eye roll.
“Okie dokie.” He rubbed his chin through her folds, following with his tongue, slowing down to savor it. He could set up a tent and live there for the next five days. Everything he needed was right there.
He brushed his lips against her clit, letting his piercing roll over her. Her toes curled, and she humped against his mouth.
“More,” she choked out. “Need more.”
“Tell me what you need. Let me please you.”
Rosy red blazed across her cheeks. “My ass. Play with my ass.” She opened her eyes. “If you want. You don’t have to. It’s okay.”
The sudden reticence jarred him.
“Hey now, where did my stern, bossy bitch go? You don’t apologize for jack shit, Rosie. You tell me what you require, and I give it to you.”
She let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Finger my ass. I’ll come. I’m a hair trigger with ass play.”
“Mmm, lucky me.”
