As he licked, teased, and lightly sucked at my nipples, his hands found the hook on my pants and undid those as well. A moment later, the pants pooled around my ankles, leaving me standing there only in panties.
To my delight, he never slowed his onslaught. He still worshiped my breasts with his kisses while his hand pushed between my legs insistently. He cupped my pussy. I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips, arching them, grinding against his hand to relieve some of this building pressure, the tension coiling inside me.
His dark chuckle was self-satisfied enough to be arrogant, but I didn’t care. He could gloat all he wanted as long as he kept making me feel this way. This was what I needed. To lose myself in pleasure for a time. No fears. No concerns. Only delicious friction and physical bliss.
The fire was behind me, warming my bare skin, but I burned hotter on the inside. He claimed my mouth again—a wonderful distraction as his fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties and drew them down over my hips. When they were low enough, I moved to let them fall, not wanting him to break his kiss.
He did, though, embracing me and swinging me around easily before lowering me to the couch. My stomach fluttered, and my pussy was hot and wet and aching for him.
Leon still stood, watching me with lust, his gaze tracing every inch of my body, reveling in me naked before him. I leaned back on my elbows, smiling at him, letting him enjoy something he clearly loved.
“Goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, almost like a profane prayer.
My heart melted. This was what I needed. And I also needed him naked.
Luckily, he’d decided the same thing, but in typical Leon fashion, he made me wait on him. He pulled his wallet and a condom from it, then tossed it all on the coffee table right next to the couch. Then he grinned as he undid the button on his jeans and shoved them down.
I got to admire his powerful body as he took off his boxer shorts as well. In the orange glow of the flames, he looked like a demon wreathed in fire. His hard cock thrust from his body from dark pubic hair trimmed so short it was barely there.
My heart started beating even faster in anticipation of him taking me, fucking me. He knew what I needed without me having to beg. He moved to the couch where I waited. He settled between my legs and leaned forward to kiss me.
I lost track of time, kissing him back, our tongues sliding together. His lips left mine, but only because he was so eager to enjoy my body. His kisses moved lower again, exploring freely. My anticipation shot even higher the closer his mouth came to my pussy.
His tongue teased my belly button, making me giggle. I was ticklish. He glanced up along my body, his green eyes flashing with amusement. Then he kissed lower, his hands on my sides and caressing their way down to my hips.
His hands were so warm as he spread my thighs even wider, fully exposing my folds to him. I stared down at him, biting my lower lip to keep from panting. He teased kisses on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, gradually moving toward my slit but taking his sweet time and driving me mad with anticipation.
He spread my folds and leaned in close, his hot breath on my inflamed, wet flesh. I gasped, my body shuddering as his tongue delved into my pussy. Waves of pleasure slammed through me. My hands clenched, and a desperate moan left my mouth. The tip of his tongue traced a circle around my clit, and it was all I could do to stop from breaking apart into an orgasm. I didn’t want this to end too soon.
“You like that, beautiful?” Leon’s voice was rough and raspy, and the sound of it seemed to vibrate against my throbbing clit.
I couldn’t form words. All I did was give another plaintive, desperate cry. That inarticulate moan had answered his question if the triumphant gleam in his eyes was anything to go by.
He lowered his head between my thighs again, his tongue slipping deep inside me as he slowly licked me from top to bottom. He broke up the pattern by flicking the tip of his tongue over my engorged clit, making me moan and twitch.
It was too much. If I didn’t slow him down, I was going to come hard. Quickly, I reached down and clenched my hand in his short hair, moving my hips from his mouth and pushing at his head.
“Wait, wait,” I gasped, trembling on the absolute edge of an orgasm that I didn’t want to happen yet. I was greedy. I wanted more. I wanted this to last forever.
He flashed me a sultry smile from between my shaking thighs. I could see him considering getting me off anyway. I was so sensitive and turned on that it wouldn’t take much to have my eyes rolling back and my body clenching with waves of pleasure. He wanted to command my body that way. But he’d have plenty of time for that. He had to trust me. I wanted him inside me when I came.
My heart lifted when he did as I pleaded. Nobody liked a selfish lover, and as much as I loved a commanding partner who could read my body like a book, it absolutely melted me when he put my needs above his own. That was what I considered a real man. Not some donkey cock but a man who did everything I needed when I needed it. A man who played my body like a fine instrument and loved every instant of making the music.
He crawled his way up to capture my lips in another fervent kiss. I put my hands on his muscular shoulders, feeling their hardness under my fingers. The taste of my juices lingered on his lips as he kissed me. I’d never shied away from anything like that, and he seemed to like my boldness.
I was more than ready for him to fuck me. My pleasure had plateaued to safe levels again. He broke the kiss and leaned back on his knees between my legs. His cock jutted upward from balls pulled tight against his body. The firelight fell across his muscled, perfect body and made him stunning. He leaned over and grabbed the condom from the coffee table, ripped it open with his teeth.
He moved to roll it on, but I sat up and intercepted his hands. Grinning, I took the condom in one hand while stroking his shaft with my other. Long, slow strokes, from just beneath the head all the way down to his balls. I brushed his balls slightly with the base of my grip with each downstroke, watching his body tense with pleasure.
He stared back through half-lidded eyes, his gaze moving along my naked body like a caress, as warm as the heat from the fire.
Taking the condom, I slowly rolled it down his shaft while cupping his balls. When he was sheathed, he leaned forward, gently but firmly pushing me down onto the couch again.
Leon braced himself over me, staring down into my eyes with an intensity that had my heart skipping beats. He stole another kiss, his tongue invading me, and I French-kissed him back as enthusiastically as ever.
He supported his weight with one arm and grabbed his cock at the base with his other hand. I angled my hips for him as he positioned the head of his cock at my slit. He sank his cock into me slowly, deeply, and the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, pulled another gasp from my lips.
He began to fuck me slowly, giving me time to adjust to him. His thrusts were deep, rocking me as he drove fully home. He leaned down to plunder my mouth with dizzying kisses.
