Anger flares briefly, white hot and right under the surface but I bury it down.
This isn’t about that, and it’s definitely not about me.
So, I kiss those terrible words forever etched on her skin because whether she has them or not, Leonor is truly perfect, and she’s mine.
“Leo?” I glance up at her as I keep moving down her body, worshiping every bit of this woman all the way down to the soles of her feet before I brush my lips along the inside of her thighs. She looks at me with so much love that it steals my breath but it doesn’t stop me from asking, “Can I kiss your pussy, Leonor?”
She nods as a tear rolls down her cheek, whispering her response. “Yes.”
Then I do.
I press my lips to her pubic bone, continuing over her triangle piercing until I’m gently running my tongue along her slit. I never take my eyes off of hers as I keep going, slowly, almost reverently licking her core, kissing it softly before Leonor opens for me.
Even after everything she’s been through, after feeling like she was spiraling out of control, her pussy is still dripping wet for me and I need her to really understand what that means.
I reach up and take her hand, bringing it carefully down to my mouth. Smiling up at her I suck on her fingers before pressing them to her clit, showing her how swollen it is before cautiously slipping one inside of her. Leo’s other hand finds its way into my hair, her hips lifting as I push her index in and out of her core a few times before sucking on it again.
Then I’m losing my clothes and climbing back up her body.
“How are you doing?” I ask as I settle between her thighs, my cock hard as stone and resting against her pussy as I wait for her to respond. “You’re ok?”
Leo nods as she quietly cries, giving me the sweetest smile as she pulls me down so we’re bare chest to bare chest. “I’m ok.”
I arch a brow because I want to be sure.
“Really. I’m ok, Norman, and honestly, I need you inside of me.”
“You have to tell me if you need me to stop.”If it hurts.“I’m not going to care because this is about you and what you need, sweets, nothing else.”
Leonor smiles through her tears, cups my cheeks and leans up to kiss my lips. “I need you inside of me, sweet boy, and you have my consent.”
Propping myself up on one forearm, I reach down between us and fist my shaft, running the head through her folds before I press it to her entrance. I don’t take my eyes off her face, not once and when my girl holds her breath as I slip the tip inside, I pause to be sure she’s good.
And she lets me know by the way her hands move down my chest and around to my back, further to my ass where Leo pulls my hips until they’re flush against hers.
“Fuck,” I hiss, her walls so goddamn tight and positively soaked. “You still ok, sweets?”
“Mhm,” she hums with a nod before lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist. “I need you to move, though, please.”
Trying to be gentle and slow isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, not when I’ve missed my girl so goddamn much and have been worried about her just as long, and even though she says she’s ok, I don’t want to hurt her.
Which is why I pump my cock into her slowly, burying myself all the way to the hilt before I pull it almost all the way out. My thrusts are languid and careful, sweet and unhurried. I kiss her to match, making love to this woman almost lazily, and I had no idea how fast that would get me there.
Fuck.
There’s something about this that is so goddamn intimate, so beautiful and it has my balls so fucking tight already that I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last.
“Leo,” I pant, my pace quickening the tiniest bit. “Sweets, I?—”
“Whatever you want to do, whatever you need to do, you have all the permission to do it, Norman, because I’m right on the edge and I need you there with me.”
Thank fuck.
But I don’t take that as the green light to plow into her.
No, I drop my hand between us again and start rubbing her clit in time with my hips, circling it to the same rhythm, my cock thrusting with each gentle swipe.
Leonor’s hips buck and her back arches, her head pressed back into the pillows but she never breaks eye contact. “I love you, Norman.”
