Page 75 of Cheater and the Saint
When touches weren’t enough, we finally came together.
I stared up at him as he straddled me and lowered his body on mine. His heat engulfed me, and I bit my bottom lip, smoothing a hand down his muscled chest.
Leo winced and stilled a second, but once he was comfortable enough to do so, he began to move. He rolled his body, and with each glide, I watched that damn smirk on his face as I moaned.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from being too loud.
“Don’t hold back, Frosty,” he said before groaning. “I wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”
It was hard to deny him that, so I stopped being self-conscious about the way I sounded and lost myself in the moment with him. And what a powerful moment it was. Instead of fucking me hard and fast like he usually did when he was in control, Leo went slow. Well, all the way up until the end.
“Fuck,” Leo whimpered, increasing his pace and riding me harder. His cock was hard and leaking, and I swiped my thumb across his slit before pumping his shaft. His eyes opened and stared into mine. “Mm. Just like that.”
I jerked him as he brought us closer to orgasm. Once his body began to shudder, and ribbons of hot cum shot onto my abdomen, I let myself join him, our grunts filling the room along with the slapping together of our sweat-soaked bodies.
Makeup sex really was the best sex.
Afterward, I cuddled against his side, resting my head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his middle. He pressed his face into my hair and stayed that way. When his breaths evened out and became softer, I knew he was asleep. I smiled and kissed his chest.
Leo always fell asleep after sex.
I closed my eyes and snuggled in closer, breathing in his faint cologne and focusing on the soft thumps of his heart against my ear. But I couldn’t sleep.
Careful not to wake him, I went into the living room to find my phone. I had seven missed calls and five text messages. All from Leo. I clicked on the first text.
Leo:On my way home. I’m srry.
Leo:Where r u? I just got home.
Leo:I didn’t do it, Frosty. Please believe me.
The last two text messages were more of the same. My heart felt heavy. I guess that explained why he’d been crying when I got home. It was also reassurance that he’d been telling the truth when he’d said he hadn’t done anything.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed with him. I slid into bed, placing one of his arms over me and snuggling against his chest. He smelled so good, like warmth and spice.
Maybe it was a horrible idea for us to try for a real relationship. I’d never had a boyfriend, and Leo had cheated on all of his.
It was a disaster waiting to happen, and as I lay in Leo’s arms, I remembered that tragedies were happy once. That’s what made them tragic in the end; to have that happiness only to see it torn away. But I found I didn’t care.
If our course was set for catastrophe, it’d be one hell of a beautiful disaster.
