Reaching round, I dropped my hands to his waist, sliding them under the band of his sweats and spreading my palms out over the firm ass cheeks I couldn’t get out of my head. His growl was almost feral when I sank my fingernails into him and squeezed.
Nothing but a tangle of limbs, tongues, and teeth, I bit at his lips and arched my body into his, dragging my hands up until they found the bottom of his shirt. With rushed movements, I yanked until Leon pulled back, panting, and tugged the shirt over his head. Tossing it behind him, he clutched handfuls of my black tank and slid it up over my torso, dragging it up my arms, raising them higher as he worked the fabric off, until both of my arms were stretched above my head, and the top fell to the floor from my fingertips.
He captured my wrists in one hand, then trailed his other tortuously slowly back down, the pads of his fingers stroking over the sensitive flesh of my throat and collarbone, the sides of my breasts, waist, stomach. My eyes fluttered open, landing on his, and we both drew in a staggered breath when his fingers breached the hem of my panties and stroked through my wet flesh. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he fought to keep his eyes on mine. And failed.
“Fuck.” His forehead fell down on mine, eyes shutting as he sank a finger inside of me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed, his lips brushing against the bridge of my nose.
Lids shuttered, I gasped as he worked a second finger inside. He shifted, dropping a kiss on the end of my nose, then my cheek, before his lips found mine again, and his tongue slipped between them.
I gripped on tight as he drove his fingers in and out of my body, the rhythm building, gaining momentum. Releasing my lips, hand still pinning my wrists to the fridge door, he lowered his head and sucked my nipple through the thin lace of my bra as his thumb found my clit. And it was enough to catapult me into oblivion, to leave me writhing between him and the fridge as I rode out the surging waves of ecstasy until my body gave out and sagged against him. He pulled his fingers from me and wrapped me up in his arms, holding me tight against his chest.
“You okay?” he murmured, his lips rustling my hair as our chests banged out a chaotic symphony between us.
I nodded into his shoulder, sliding a hand over the slick surface of his back.
He eased away a little, tugging my chin up, those sparkling blues working over my face. Emotion lashed at my chest, slicing away at my defenses until there were too many lesions to close. I couldn’t keep him out right now. I felt too much.
And if I were honest, I knew I’d felt too much for a really long fucking time.
“You hungry?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“What do you want?” His words echoed around the room.
All in. For one night. And then I’d remind myself why I had to keep him out. “You.”
Every muscle in Leon’s body tensed. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“We do this again,” he began, eyes finding mine, “you gonna run out on me?”
It was just the tiniest glimpse of vulnerability, but it was there, and it wrapped around my heart. Pushing up on my toes, I breathed the word no against his lips then threaded my hands through his hair.
Leon dipped to meet me without hesitation. Sliding his arms under my body, he lifted me from the floor and walked us out of the room. Our lips stayed connected as he climbed the stairs and paced down the hall, pushing into my bedroom.
My back hit the bed and his weight fell down on top of me. I worked my hands into his waistband with jerky movements, pulling the fabric down over his ass. He helped me remove his pants, then knelt between my legs and peeled mine off.
“Jesus,” he choked, eyes climbing over every inch of skin and settling on the scrap of damp lace between my thighs. Leaning forward, he hooked his thumbs under the edge of my panties and worked them down, then reached for a condom and rolled it on.
Fisting his hardened length in one hand, he took hold of my thigh with the other and stretched my leg wider, his dark gaze locked on my exposed flesh.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, then settled between my thighs and brought his face to mine. With our noses touching and breathing each other’s breaths, a deep well of emotion opened up as Leon held my gaze and slid into me.
My back bowed off the bed, lids falling shut. He took my hands and pushed them up over my head. It was almost instant, the dizzying rush that coiled and slithered through me, pulsing where our bodies joined. I wrapped my hands around his and met his every thrust, warmth filling my chest as he drove deeper. Our lips fused, fingers clutching, and I squeezed my eyelids shut as our bodies rocked together.
“You feel so fucking good around my dick,” Leon groaned into my mouth, his movements ragged as he chased his orgasm.
Throwing my head back, I brought my legs up and locked them tighter around him, pulling him deeper into me until he bottomed out. A long, floaty moan left my lips, flowing between us, and Leon rose up on his arms, staring down at my face.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he panted, voice hoarse.
With every slide against my walls, the friction built, climbing until it reached a dizzying crescendo. A choked scream broke from my throat as pleasure tore through my body, curving my spine. I latched onto Leon's shoulders, fingernails sinking into his skin as he slammed his lips down over mine. He swallowed every gasp while I squirmed underneath him, my thighs squeezing his hips.
His deep groan vibrated against my mouth, pelvis slamming into mine one final time before he ground into me with a low growl and his teeth snatched at my lower lip.