Page 60 of The Devastation You Reap
"Let me make you feel good, Red," I damn near growl.
She hesitates, a war raging behind her eyes. Her body is fully on board, but her head is another matter. It just goes to prove I've got a little more work to do yet to get her to trust me.
"L-Leon, I don't—"
I move her so she's on her back and wrap her legs around my waist, resisting the urge to see if she's wearing her white cotton panties, but only just.
"Shh," I say, leaning over her and caging her head in with my forearms. "I won't do anything you don't want, Red. You want me to stop, all you gotta do is say the word."
She holds my eyes for a beat before nodding slightly.
Dropping lower, I let my lips brush her ear.
"Has anyone ever made you come before, Red?" I whisper. Her fingers twist in my shirt as she registers my words.
After a second, she shakes her head.
"Good. You're always going to remember this then."
"Oh God," she whimpers when I kiss across her jaw and down her neck.
When I sit up, I find her blue eyes are darker than I've ever seen them.
"So fucking sexy," I mutter, trailing my fingers down her neck and between her breasts.
She bites down on her bottom lip, her desire and nerves colliding and making her tremble beneath me.
Her eyes drop from mine to my chest momentarily and I'm reminded of the way she mentally undressed me in the library earlier and I make it easier on her by reaching behind my head and pulling my jersey off in one smooth move so she can see me in the flesh.
"Oh God," she gasps, her eyes taking in every inch of me as her cheeks burn redder and her chest heaves more violently.
"That good?" I ask, a cocky smirk playing on my lips.
"I think you already know the answer to that."
"It doesn't matter what I think. Right now, I only care what you think."
"I think… I think you should still be kissing me."
"Hell yeah, I should."
Leaning back over her, I capture her lips with mine, plunging my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck to tilt her to the perfect angle.
Dropping to the side to give me better access to her, I lower my hand, touching every inch of her I can get to.
"Leon," she moans when I squeeze her breast again as she arches into my hand, her body desperate for more.
Flipping us over, I place her on top of me and wrap my fingers around the bottom of her shirt and quickly pull it up her body, dragging it over her head before she knows what's going on.
"Perfect," I groan, sitting so we're chest to chest, just the light pink lace of her bra between us as I find her lips again.
"You feel that?" I ask, gripping her hips and holding her against me, swallowing down the moan of pleasure that wants to rip from my throat at the move. "You do that to me."
"Leon," she moans, her head falling back as I continue to grind against her.
Latching onto the exposed skin of her throat, I suck hard until I know it'll hurt, unable to ignore my need to cause her pain, to mark her as she loses herself on me.
Ripping one of her bra straps from her shoulder, I expose her and pinch on her hard nipple.
