Page 63 of For Butter or Worse
They locked eyes. She could do this. She wanted more of him around her, inside her, all over her. She and Leo would be friends with benefits. Or at least that’s how she decided to justify what this was.
She unclasped her bra and removed it. As she did, his pupils dilated. The buzz of anticipation rocketed through her.
His palm wrapped around the back of her neck, and he pulled her against him. Her nipples stiffened against the soft scrape of his chest hair. “I’d always suspected you had absolutely perfect breasts. I do like being right.”
Perfect they were not—her right one was noticeably larger than her left—but she wasn’t about to correct him on calling something on her body “perfect.” She had heavy and impressive breasts, something many men had loved about her body. And while finding the correctly sized bra, or trying to work out, in general, had proven to be trickier because of her cup size, she always loved seeing a man’s reaction to them.
He circled her nipple lightly with the tip of his finger. “Do you want this?” he asked.
She nodded, feeling the brush of his chin just above her head. He pinched and tugged the bud between his thumb and index finger, just hard enough that a little hiss escaped her. He cupped her breast in his palm so that her nipple pointed up toward him, and he lowered his mouth to her. He gently pressed her shoulder into the wall as he sucked so sharply on her nipple that she gasped.
As he bit and nibbled, warmth coursed down and through her until she turned damp and slick. As ridiculous as his pajama pants were, she pressed her wetness against him and felt his erection throb back against her.
He took her need as a cue, kneeling in front of her while keeping a hand on her nipple to tug and pinch. His other hand found its way to her panties, and he lightly traced his finger along the edge of them, teasing.
She could feel his hot breath against her inner thigh as his fingers inched her panties down her legs. As he slid his palm over the top of her mound, she arched toward him so he could feel just how excited she was.
“Nina...” He breathed. “You are so fucking wet.”
“You made me so fucking wet,” she panted back.
The situation didn’t seem real—not him, not the strength of his hands, not the way her body melted like butter in a skillet for him. Because this couldn’t be happening with Leo. But it was.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her leg and wrapped it over his shoulder. The angle opened her up to him, and he breathed out and across her bare thighs as he made his way to her center. He started by parting her with his fingers and flicking her clit with his tongue. Her head fell back and against the wall. She’d never been eaten out while standing, but being able to watch Leo from above was undeniably sexy. He began to lick her clit, gently circling with his tongue and applying more pressure whenever he found the tip of her bud.
Her leg tightened against his back in response, but he kept her firmly planted with his heavy palm against her hip. Then his tongue dipped down and delved into her, filling her entirely.
He spread her open with his free hand and nestled one, then two of his long fingers inside of her, dipping them in and out as he circled her clit with his tongue. He sucked her into his mouth, then lapped at her as softly as the tip of a finger stroking her. She rode his face, moving against the rhythm of his fingers as they fucked her.
“Please...” She was barely able to get the word out. Her legs began to tremble. The one wrapped around Leo tightened, then released as the pressure continued to build. She raked her hands through his hair, urging his mouth to bring her to the point where she had to erupt...and she did. She let out a series of moans as pleasure surged through her, her core throbbing as Leo held her in place until she’d finished.
When she came back to her senses, her hands were still in Leo’s hair. She removed them and leaned harder against the wall. Her limbs were light as cotton candy. When she looked down, Leo’s normally soft brown eyes were nearly jet-black. He looked up at her, leaning his cheek against the leg he’d propped up, and gave a small smirk. She wasn’t sure what his expression meant, but she was eyeing his still prominent length...
He stopped her. “It’s okay,” he said. “Tonight is all about you. Watching you was enough for me.”
She squinted at him. Was he trying to tell her he didn’t want her touching him? She was certain that, judging by his very obvious erection, that wasn’t the case.
“Maybe it wasn’t enough for me,” she said.
He tried to hide the smile crossing his face. “Next time,” he said reassuringly.
After this, there was no turning back, and Nina wasn’t sure how to even move forward. She liked Leo, that was a fact, but she had to make sure her feelings didn’t get confused with the boundaries she’d set and he agreed to—a physical relationship.
And in the moment, she wanted more of him, too. She didn’t care what they were, or where they were headed. She wasn’t interested in stopping what they were doing. And whenever he wanted her, she planned to make him come just as hard as she had.
24
LEO
Leo woke up to a thud. He blinked awake, then sat up. The light trickling in through the curtains suggested it was early enough that not even the sun had fully risen. Once his eyes adjusted to the room, he saw Nina bending over to pick up the shoe she’d dropped. Her hair was brushed, the makeup was gone and she’d managed to put the dress back on without his zipper assistance.
This wasn’t the first time he’d invited a woman home only to have her leave early the next morning. Serial dating over the years inevitably led to some casual encounters. This was, however, the first time he’d been unnerved by the move. Was she actually planning to just sneak out? He’d agreed to her request that last night wouldn’t mean anything—just sex—but still.
She turned to look at him with the cautious speed of a bank robber who wasn’t sure if she’d just tripped the alarm. She cringed when he waved.
“Cinderella left her shoe behind, and things turned out all right for her,” Leo said. A worried knot formed in his throat. Had he done something wrong to make her want to flee his house? Had she completely regretted everything that had happened?
Just the thought of last night, of how she’d moaned then tightened around his fingers... He was hard again. He bunched a bit of blanket around his erection.
