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Leo crouched in front of her, wobbling as he struggled to keep his balance on the soft mattress. ‘You read—fuck!’ he cried, toppling backwards.
Unprepared for him to fall without warning, Ella fell back to the bed with his weight on top of her.
‘Shit!’ He leapt off and crouched above her. ‘You okay?’
She couldn’t keep her giggles inside. ‘This is ridiculous!’
Leo’s concern melted into a heart-stopping smile. ‘Hashtag nailed it.’ He lay on his side next to her, his head propped up on his hand. Magic seemed to dance in the air between them, but then his smile dimmed. ‘Ella,’ he began softly.
‘Yes,’ she replied, her heart beating faster.
‘You don’t have to kiss me in the panto.’
A wave of disappointment crashed through her. ‘It’s fine! I don’t mind. It’s just a peck.’
He frowned. ‘But I never want you to do anything you don’t want to.’
An insane flash of bravery moved her vocal chords before she could stop them. ‘Maybe we could practise first? So we know what to expect?’
His eyes widened slightly and his gaze dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second. ‘Um, Yeah. Good plan.’ He swallowed. ‘If you’re sure?’
‘I think it’s for the best,’ she replied, trying to keep her voice level.
‘Definitely.’ Leo’s voice seemed to have dropped several octaves.
‘So… I give you permission to kiss me.’
‘Now?’
She nodded, no longer able to form words. Her body was burning with anticipation, desire blazing through every part of her, stealing the oxygen from her lungs. Leo looked unsure, his cheeks heightening with colour, but Ella no longer cared or questioned if this was real for him or not. All she cared about was that he did it before she combusted on the spot.
Then, just as she was terrified he wouldn’t, he lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers.
The pleasure was so sudden, so acute, that she gasped. Never before had a kiss felt so powerful, the flicker of a butterfly’s wings from the other side of the galaxy knocking her world off its axis.
Leo withdrew, his pupils so huge that only a tiny ring of brilliant blue remained.
‘Again,’ she whispered, freezing as she realised she’d vocalised her thoughts.
He didn’t reply, only brought his lips back to hers with a soft warm pressure that sent sharp prickles of light shooting through her like stars. This time he didn’t pull away, dropping kisses along her jaw and down her neck that made her head spin.
He’s kissing me. He’s kissing me.
Ella’s breath came quicker, trying to keep pace with her frantic pulse and the chaos of her thoughts and feelings. Grabbing his back, she clutched the ridges of muscle, feeling them ripple with the laboured movement of his breath. Was he as affected as she was? The thought disappeared, lost in a whirlwind of sensation as Leo kissed his way back to her mouth, taking her lower lip between his and gently tugging.
The moan began deep in her chest, vibrating through her before she could stop it. He slanted his head, capturing her mouth, his tongue meeting hers as if wanting to taste the sound of her desire and feel her pleasure as his own.
It was too much and not enough, a sensory riot bursting through every cell. Recalibrating every setting, every truth, showing her a new reality beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.
His tongue slicked against hers with licks of molten fire, and his fingers ran through her hair, clasping her head to pull her closer. Every inch of her skin was alight, her blood boiling, her mind white hot in its focus.More. More. More…
Shifting beneath him, she spread her legs, urging him to press his weight where she wanted it most. He did, circling his hips, rolling the solid length of his arousal across the epicentre of her need, over and over again.
Pleasure shot from her mouth to her clit, burning bolts of lightning that made her quiver with their intensity. Clenching her core, she chased a feeling that curled deep inside. There was no room in her mind to question what was happening, where this was leading, or who she was with. She’d ceded all control to Leo as he led her towards the edge of the horizon and into the heart of the sun.
Time lost all meaning. There were just his hands holding her tightly to him, his lips and tongue making her burn, and the throbbing, yearning pleasure in her pussy that pulsed with each roll of his hips. Her heart was tripping over itself, pounding so fast she didn’t know if she would survive. Wrapping her legs around the back of his, her arms clamping around the broad expanse of his back, she held on tighter as he pushed her higher.
He moved faster, grinding his pelvis against hers, groaning into her mouth. The sound ignited the touch paper of her climax and she started shaking. Tiny whispers came to her.This isn’t possible. This can’t be happening. But they were instantly burnt to ash by the inescapable force of her oncoming release as it built and built to the point of no return.
