Page 62 of Love Bleeds Red
“Oh yeah? I bet I can make you shake better than that.”
I lightly smacked his arm. “I know you can.”
He helped me with the rest of his clothes, and when he was finally as bare as I was, we just looked at each other, taking in every detail. Every hidden glance, every hurried touch, every minute of waiting and now I finally had him completely and openly.
I’d felt him through his pants before and knew he was large, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how big he actually was. Then I noticed the glints of metal along the underside of his shaft.
“Is that...” I started, my eyes widening.
“Piercings,” he said, his voice rougher now. “Do they bother you?”
I reached out tentatively, running my finger along one of them. He hissed in a breath from my touch. “No,” I whispered. “They’re... God, Leon.”
He climbed onto my bed and positioned himself against the headboard. “Come here, love.”
I crawled over to him and he lifted me easily, settling me between his legs with my back pressed against his chest, his hard cock pushing into the small of my back.
In the mirror, I could see both of us, so exposed and vulnerable, and immediately wanted to look away. “I look so...”
“Beautiful,” he finished, as his arms tightened around me. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I want you to see what I see. Don’t look away.”
His warm hands skimmed along my sides and up my ribcage until I gasped. I watched our reflection as he caressed the curve of my breast, teased my nipples with gentle circles. It was strange and intimate and overwhelming all at once, but so damn good.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured against my neck. “Just like you were doing before I got here.”
My breathing turned ragged. “Leon...”
“I’ll help you,” he said softly, taking my hand in his. “Guide me. Show me what feels good.”
He already knew how to make me feel good, but this wasn’t about his knowledge of my body. This was about exploration. About showing me how much I affect him.
Slowly, he brought my hand down to rest between my legs, his fingers covering mine. “Like this?” he whispered, pressing my fingers against my clit through his touch.
I nodded, unable to speak clearly as I watched us in the mirror, his larger hand covering mine, both of us touching me together. It was so hot, I could barely breathe.
His voice dropped to a low growl as I dipped our fingers lower, spreading my wetness where I needed it. “That’s it, love. You like your fingers in your cunt?”
Oh God, his filthy mouth had me biting back a moan. “Yes…”
His eyes were focused on my face, watching every expression in the mirror, memorizing every gasp. He gripped my thigh with his free hand while our joined fingers worked between my legs. The way we looked, me spread wide, him focused on helping me come, it was too good. I felt myself spiraling closer and closer.
“Look at how perfect you are,” he murmured. I felt his cock jerk along my back, and oh God, I wanted him inside me. “Keep going. Don’t stop until you’re shaking.”
Our fingers moved faster, and it’s like he could sense I was close, could feel the way my muscles tensed. In the mirror, I watched my expression as I grew closer to the edge, saw the desperation on my face. And Leon, he looked ready to combust, but he clenched his jaw, fighting for control.
I reached my free hand behind my back, gripping his cock, and working up and down his shaft. “Fuck, Bailey… Love, I’m going to come if you keep at that.”
“Please,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Leon, I want you. I want all of you.”
His breath hitched. “You sure? We don’t have to?—”
“I’m sure,” I interrupted, turning my head to meet his eyes directly instead of through the reflection. “So fucking sure.”
He stilled our joined hands, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me close. “After you come,” he said, barely holding it together. “I want to feel you fall apart first. Then I’ll give you everything.”
Our lips crashed together, tongues tangling with passionate, frenzied kisses. His fingers slid back along my clit, rubbing small tight circles. I exhaled into his mouth, stifling a moan.
“Watch yourself come, Firefly. See how fucking perfect you are,” he said as he cupped my chin, turning my face forward.
