Slipping down my back, her hands are hot and needy. When I push myself up onto my elbows, looking down on her she quirks her lips slightly. I can tell she’s nervous and that she’s putting on a brave face, but there’s this excitable energy cocooning us. It’s like there’s a tightly wound copper coil that’s passing current between the two of us. Sparking and igniting all the want and control we’ve held onto from the moment we met.
I see it in her eyes, she’s as desperate as I am. And she’s so fucking beautiful it’s a sin. No one should be as magnificent as she is. Creamy skin, deep rusted rose lips and so much fucking soul and spirit in one exquisite being.
Her gasp as I kneel between her thighs on the edge of the bed is mouth-watering. And when I begin to strip her vest off, she lifts her arms over her head. Her back bowing off the duvet, her thighs press to the outside of mine.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Cassie is the most delicately splendid thing I’ve ever seen. I have to swallow down the need to feast on her rosy tipped breasts, even though it physically hurts.
“You’re a vision, Cass. Fucking stunning.”
Her shoulders relax like she was afraid I would think otherwise, and sitting up, her hands find my chest with a sigh, like she’s finally found home.
“Leo?”
“Yeah?” Shuddering at the gentle scrape of her nails over the lines of my tattoos, I close my eyes. Her lips graze one of my nipples and I can barely hold myself together.
Opening my eyes, I look down at her to find she’s smiling. That same twisted smile she has when she’s curious.
“Does this feel nice?” She licks her lips when I nod and grazes my nipple again, slower this time.
It’s impossible for me to get my words out, because…
Fuck yeah, it feels incredible!
The need to lay her out and get my fill of her builds deep inside me. All I want is to strip her down, break her open, and own her. But she’s waited this long and she’s trusting me with her virtue, the least I can do is let her explore a little before I let myself follow through on all those things.
Keeping my hands at my sides, I luxuriate in her curious, tentative touch. I know that the minute I allow myself to touch her like I want to, I won’t be able to stop.
Her fingertips trail down my torso, following the lines and grooves of my muscles, and the farther down they venture the higher she raises herself. Tucking her legs beneath her, she shuffles closer with her hands anchored on my hips.
“I don’t really know what to do now. I can’t think and my hands are shaking too much.”
“What do you want to do?” I ask her, and when her cheeks bloom a bright pink, I pull her flush to me. “What do you need?”
“I need you to take what I’m giving you,” she begs tremulously, “please.”
When I get off the bed her eyes widen in the way that they always do when a person is trying to hide their disappointment. She actually thinks that I’m capable of walking away from this now.
“Lie down.”
Immediately she does as she’s told, following my every move with her eyes as I reach into the bedside table where I’ve dumped the contents of my pockets.
I take a condom out of my wallet and drop it on the bed, beside her, as I shut the drawer and crawl over her body.
Spreading her legs, her hands rest on the side of my ribs like she’s unsure of what she can and can’t do. She’s like Bambi trying to get up for the first time. Awkward and startled.
Meanwhile, I’m fucking drowning in all my desire for her.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
When she opens her eyes, I realise something, and I feel like a complete and utter moron for not realising it sooner—she’s the woman that will smile and nod, even when there are tears in her eyes and she is scared, she won’t back down.
“Stop thinking, there isn’t anything you can do to me that I won’t like.” It’s the truth. “When it comes to sex, your body knows how to get what it wants.”
Nodding, she takes in a long breath and when she stills, I touch my lips to hers. I don’t wait for her to open them. My tongue pushes into her mouth and at the same time her legs tighten on either side of me. Hands trailing up my back to my shoulders, her hips buck up to mine and she rasps out a low moan when our groins meet.
“Good girl.” Her fingers twine in my hair in response to my praise. Kissing down her throat to her jaw, I fucking tremble at the feel of her tightly beaded nipples rubbing up my chest.
In the moonlight her creamy skin has a silver lustre to it that’s ethereal and I can’t help but pull back to really take her in. She’s slender and there is a womanly softness to her body, but she’s toned and tight. Strong.