“Fuck, Leona,” he groaned as he slowly licked his way from my core to that needy bundle of nerves currently the central focus of my brain. My mind went blank while he took his sweet time. All I could do was spread myself wider and watch, completely rapt, as his tongue moved against me. “I would have your taste on my tongue for the rest of my life.”
That tension built with every movement of his mouth against me. I whimpered when he pulled back but circled his finger around my entrance.
“I’m going to get you nice and loose, darling,” he whispered. “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard they hear you three floors down.”
“God, I love dirty talk, Wynn.” It was so fucking hot to see him lose control. To see him say the things he usually held back.
I wanted him. I was tired of waiting. I wanted Wynn to make me scream, and then when he was done, I wanted all four of the rest of them to show me what it would be like to be worshipped.
He leaned down over me and took my lips in a heated kiss as his finger pushed inside my core. I sucked in a breath at the slight stretch, but he took his time to gently move, watching my face as he ensured I was comfortable. Once the sensation evened out, his hands came to brush against the bare skin of my stomach.
“You are perfection, Leona. The balm to my broken soul.”
His finger pumped in and out, curling to brush up against that spot inside. Waves of pleasure began to build as his other hand tweaked my nipple. “Yes, oh—right there.”
A euphoric feeling fluttered in all my nerve endings, and I ground my hips down on his hand as I tried to chase it, to catch it and grab hold. It wasright there.
“Do not come until I tell you to,” he warned as his finger paused.
My heart leaped into my throat. “Wynn...”
He shook his head as he slowly, torturously, inserted another finger. The stretch had my head rolling back against the pillow. “Not until I say you can.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands fisting into the plush comforter while he pumped in and out of me. The pressure was so close, if only I?—
His thumb pressed against my clit, and I almost unraveled. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, trapping his hand between my thighs as I tried to stave off the orgasm.
“Please, Wynn,” I begged, chest heaving, legs shaking as I stood right on the edge of oblivion. “Please, let me come. I’m right there.”
His fingers paused, and the urge receded slightly, only for him to resume and push me back up to the cliff. It was torture. It was bliss. And I was going to fucking explode if I didn’t get to come.
When I couldn’t bear to hold it any longer, he whispered, “Come for me, darling.”
I shattered around his fingers with a cry, chanting his name like a prayer. His face was dark with lust, like I was a goddess, and he was my most faithful servant.
“Oh my God, Wynn,” I breathed when the orgasm finally subsided, and I returned to this earthly plane. “I can’t… I don’t… Wow.”
“Watching you come on my fingers was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured as he leaned down to kiss me deeply. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I whined against his lips. “I want you so badly.”
He pulled back and tore off his sweatpants so he was fully naked before me. I stared in awe at the sheer size of him. Thank God he’d taken his time getting me ready because there was no way that would have fit before at least two fingers and one orgasm.
“I’ve been dreaming of this since you breathed new life into my existence,” he said, kissing me fiercely. Then he readied himself at my entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed inside. I sucked in a breath at the slightly uncomfortable feeling as he stretched my walls. He wasbig. None of my toys back at home were even close. It took a strained minute for the feeling to adjust and my body to adapt.
“Alright?” he murmured, brushing my hair out of my face and peppering kisses from my jaw down my neck.
“Mhmm,” I said, breathless, while trailing my hands up his torso’s hard muscles. I couldn’t stop touching him. We were opposing pieces of a magnet, inescapably drawn to one another. “It feels so good. Please move, Wynn.”
His hands dug into the skin of my thighs and hitched them up high. A groan fell from my mouth at the depth of this angle. He thrust all the way to the hilt, and my walls clenched like I was about to shatter again right then and there. He fit perfectly against me, the both of us moving as if the universe formed us specifically so we could join together in this mixture of breaths, kisses, and pleasure.
I had always thought my first time would be filled with nervousness and wedding night jitters, but I’d never felt so comfortable, so at home and at one with my body, as I felt right in that moment with Wynn. His lips took mine as he rockedinside of me. I could drown in the taste and sensation of it all. This was better than I could have ever fucking dreamed. This was better because it was real; it was Wynn, and it was just the beginning between my men and me.
His thumb came between us to rub against my clit as he worshipped my body with languid thrusts. My arms wrapped around his back and pulled him against me, my lips devouring the skin of his neck, doing anything they possibly could to getmore. God, I needed more. Endless, unlimited,more.
“Fuck, Leona,” Wynn murmured in my ear. “I want you to come on my cock. Shatter for me.”
I wasso fucking close, the pleasure already building to a head again. Everything felt like too much, too stimulating, and before I could even realize what was happening, I careened off the edge. The orgasm ripped the breath from me.
