Page 108 of Worth the Risk

And with that, he nudges his way inside me inch by glorious inch. He circles his hips every so often to help me stretch for him, and it takes a little while, but I’m soon seated completely on his shaft. I’m stretched to my limits, but nothing has ever felt so good, not since him, anyway.

He stays still, allowing me to acclimate to him.

“Birth control?” he asks.

Oh shit, condom.But pregnancy is not what worries me.

“Yes, I’ve had the shot. Clean?” I ask.

“As of two weeks ago, yes, and I’ve not been with anyone else since…” he starts but then stops.

I know what he means without him finishing that sentence. He means since we have reconnected.

Sierra told me about the blonde she saw him coming out of a bar bathroom with, and my desire subsides at the thought.

Noting the change in me, Leo places a hand under my chin and lifts it to meet his eyes. “They meant nothing, Kylie. Stay with me. All that matters is us right here, right now. There’s no one else here, just you and me. Feel me, baby,” he encourages as he slowly moves inside me.

My desire builds again as he continues his slow torture, never once breaking his eyes away from mine. He moves forward so my back is firmly against the side of the pool and starts to thrust. Harder, faster. The ecstasy is like nothing I’ve ever felt since being with him. I’m soaring higher, my climax within reach. My thighs clench around his waist in anticipation, and before long, I explode harder than I have in a long time.

My walls clench around him as I scream his name, and he pumps into me until my body relaxes. He doesn’t come but rather starts to pound into me even harder.

“Another,” he demands. “Give me another.”

That won’t be a problem because another orgasm is right on the horizon. He’s the only man who has ever set me off more than once, and he knows it.

“Fuck, Kylie, you need to get there,” he groans between thrusts.

“I’m close. Please don’t stop.”

That spurs him on, and he picks up his pace as he reaches between us and rubs circles on my clit.

“Oh my God, Leo.” My head thrashes side to side as my third orgasm rips through my body, and I shudder in release.

He groans as he thickens and twitches in release while throwing his head back, the first time breaking our eye contact.

“Fuck. Your pussy is like a vice on my dick. I love the feeling of you milking my cock.” He continues to thrust until he’s finished, then gently pulls out.

Emptiness fills me once he’s no longer inside me.

He lays his forehead on my shoulder, and I hug him to me.What now?I don’t know what to say. Did I let desire take over common sense? I knew this would eventually happen. We are like two moths to the flame, knowing we’re flying into the heat but not able to resist it. This past week has led up to this moment. The sexual chemistry and pull to each other are still incredibly strong between us.

Although, when we met again that evening at the bar, he did say he finds women who satisfy him now. The thought is like a cold bucket of water to me, and all the post-sex ecstasy quickly dies.

Wiggling out of his embrace, I move away from him. Heading to the other side of the pool, I mentally kick my ass for allowing what just happened. In the moment, it felt right. Not so much anymore.

I climb the stairs and grab a towel to dry off. Leo makes his way out of the pool and comes up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. “Do you regret what happened?”

Do I?I do, but I also don’t.

“We should get Riley and go back to your place. It’s past her bedtime,” I say instead of answering his question.

Maneuvering out of his arms, I grab my stuff before starting toward the elevator with him following closely behind me. He wants to say more, but I don’t want to talk to him right now. He said others are more satisfying to him, but he fucks me like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t figure out which way is up with him.

Leo grabs me by the arm and swings me around to face him. “What the fuck is it, Kylie? You’re making me feel like I did something wrong to you. You were there with me… you wanted it as much as I did. I believe your words were ‘Fuck me, Leo.’”

He thinks that’s what’s wrong with me? That I feel as if he wronged me somehow?

“You’re sending me mixed messages. You act like you can’t get enough of me when we’re together, but then you said you go after women now who are more satisfying. Which is it?”

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