Page 78 of Hiding for the Holidays
He presses a single finger into me, and I whimper.
“Is this what you want? You want me to finger fuck you, baby?”
“Yes… No.” I nod then shake my head and he laughs.
“Can’t make up your mind, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me, properly,” I beg, my fingers digging into his head as he keepstorturing my breasts.
“You want my cock in this tight little pussy?” I nod eagerly as he moves up to kiss my lips. “Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes,” I hiss as his finger slowly pumps in and out.
“Tell me you’re my good girl,” he commands, staring into my eyes as he lines himself up with my pussy.
“I’m your good girl,” I whisper as he starts to slide himself inside me. “Ah!” I cry out as he pushes all the way into me in one slow, deep thrust. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, and he’s so large, I feel every inch of him.
“Leo!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby.”
I nod eagerly as he starts to move. I cry out with each thrust and when he grabs my left leg and pushes it up towards my head, practically splitting me in two as he reaches a new depth, I come hard around him, screaming my release so loud I fear the neighbors will hear. My entire body shakes and convulses as lightning shoots through my veins, lighting up my whole body.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight!” he hisses. His thrusts grow harder before he holds himself tight against me, his head tipping back and his eyes closing as he growls through his own release.
When he finishes, he gently lowers my leg and drops down on top of me. I stroke my fingers through his hair as my body starts to come down with his.
“Wait here.” He climbs out of bed and grabs a pack of wet wipes from his nightstand drawer. Pulling them out one at a time, he carefully cleans us both. When his hand swipes between my legs, it has my body tingling again, even after everything we just did. But he doesn’t linger.
Once he’s cleaned us up, he climbs back in and pulls me tight against him, my head on his chest and I lift my leg to wrap around his.
We lay there quietly for a while, just enjoying being close to one another as my eyes grow heavy.
He lets out a huge sigh of contentment as his hand squeezes my hip, making me feel safe and protected. He whispers something so quietly, I’m not even sure if I hear him right.
“I love you, Rosie.”
Before I can question whether I heard him right, I succumb to sleep.
“She goes nowhere without us.”
“No shit.”
Voices stir me from my sleep, and I slowly blink my eyes open, trying to figure out where I am.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Leo says as an arm squeezes me gently. My eyes adjust to the room, and I find myself laying on his chest, his arm curled around my back.
“Leo? Who were you talking to?”
“That’d be us.”
I jerk in surprise at Grant’s voice and the squeeze from a different hand on my thigh. I look over my shoulder and realize he’s sitting in bed beside where I am curled against Leo…naked.
I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment at being caught like this. I just slept with Grant a couple days ago, what is he going to think of my jumping into bed with Leo so soon after we were intimate?
“I had no idea you could change color,” a third voice chimes in and my head whips around to find Asher sitting at the bottom of the bed, looking smug as his eyes wander down my bare back.
I try to pull tighter against Leo, feeling vulnerable, andinstantly Asher’s gaze softens as Grant and Leo pull the sheet up to my shoulders, no longer exposing my back to the room.
