Page 62 of Arranged with Twins
“Perfect.” Leo nods as the jeweler boxes our selections. “They match your ring.”
Our final stop is a smaller boutique tucked away on a side street. The pieces here are more avant-garde, designed for women who aren’t afraid to make statements. I find a black dress with intricate beadwork that catches the light and moves like liquid when I walk.
“Try it on,” he says, though his tone carries more command than suggestion.
The dressing room is barely large enough for one person, with mirrors on three sides and soft lighting that makes everything look intimate. I’m struggling with the dress’s complicated back closure when the door opens.
“Need help?” Leo steps inside and closes the door behind him.
The space immediately feels charged, dangerous. “Someone could catch us.”
“Let them.” He moves behind me, finding the closure with which I’ve been fumbling. “Hold still.”
His hands are warm against my back as he fastens the dress. When he finishes, his fingers linger on my shoulders, tracing the line of the fabric. “Perfect,” he murmurs, and his breath is warm against my neck.
I meet his gaze in the mirror, and the hunger I see there makes my knees weak. “Leo...”
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” He slides his hands down my arms, creating goosebumps in their wake. “How much I want you.”
“We can’t. Not here.” Even as I protest, I lean back against his chest.
“Can’t we?” One hand settles on my waist while the other traces the neckline of the dress. “You look like a goddess in this. I want to worship you properly.”
The combination of his words and his touch sets fire to my blood. All day, I’ve felt powerful and desired in ways I never experienced before. Now, looking at myself in his arms, I see the woman I’m becoming. She’s confident, sensual, and unashamed to take what she wants.
What I want is him.
I turn in his arms, pressing my body against his. “Then worship me.”
His control snaps. He backs me against the mirror, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that’s desperate and consuming. I respond with equal hunger, fisting my hands in his shirt as I pull him closer.
“Not here,” he says against my lips, though his hands are already pushing up the hem of the dress. “The car…”
“Yes, here.” I nip at his lower lip, emboldened by the day’s revelations about my own desires. “I want you to take me here, like this.”
The raw need in my voice breaks through his last resistance. He strokes my thighs before lifting me against the mirror as I wrap my legs around his waist. The position is perfect, intimate, and dangerous in all the right ways.
“You’re going to kill me.” He groans before trailing his lips down my neck.
“Good.” I reach between us to work at his belt, and my fingers are clumsy with urgency. “I want to drive you as crazy as you make me.”
When I free his cock from his pants, he hisses at the contact of my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He’s already thick and hard, with pre-cum leaking from the tip. He’s ready for me, and the knowledge that I did this to him sends liquid heat through my pussy.
“I want your cock inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
The declaration seems to snap something inside him. He pushes aside my panties with rough efficiency, tearing the silk slightly under his urgent hands. He dips a finger into my pussy and moans. “So wet.”
I nod, impatient for his cock inside me, but he’s taking no chances that I’m not fully ready. He starts to stroke my clit, lightly at first, but then with more pressure and speed. I tremble, clinging to him, and biting down on his shoulder lightly to muffle the cries trying to escape me.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispers. “Be bold and take what you want.” Combined with his fingers on my clit, his words hit all the right notes, and my first orgasm crashes over me. I whimper and bite down a little harder to keep from making too much noise. He groans, clearly not in pain, and tenderly strokes my clit until I start to come down from the release.
When I’m able to focus again, I shift enough to let him line up his cock with my opening. We both moan when he brushes the head against my slick flesh, and I arch forward, seeking more of his cock. He gladly gives it to me, lining up with my sheath and surging inside me. The first thrust is deep and claiming, stretching me as he fills me completely. We both groan at the sensation. He’s so thick inside me, and the angle makes every inch feel magnified.
“Leo,” I whisper as my head falls back against the mirror. “You feel incredible.”
This isn’t the worshipful lovemaking of our last encounter. This is primal, desperate, and entirely mine to control. I roll my hips against him, setting a rhythm that makes him curse under his breath. He grips my thighs, holding me steadily as I take what Ineed from him. I tighten my muscles around his cock, ensuring he’s getting as much pleasure as I am.
“More,” I demand softly, biting his shoulder again through his shirt. “I want you to fuck me harder.”
