Keeping one hand in his, I put the other between my legs. He adjusts the bulge in his jeans when I rub two fingers around my clit.
“Faster,” he says, studying my actions.
Our foreplay is rushed because our time is limited. I slow down. To hell with the party. This matters more to me. Standing on tiptoes, I press my lips on his. He doesn’t deny me the kiss. He parts my lips with his tongue while I reach for his jeans, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He groans into my mouth when I free his cock from his briefs. He’s thick and hard in my palm. Tearing my mouth from his, I slide down to my knees. He watches me with hooded eyes as I take his root in my hand and stretch my lips around the crest.
“Fuck,” he says, cupping my head.
I lick down his length before taking him back into my mouth. Like he taught me with the dildo, I breathe through my nose and swallow him as deep as I can.
He keeps the pace, pumping through my lips, but he lets me decide how far I’m willing to go. I hollow my cheeks until an earthy, masculine taste coats my tongue. Doubling my efforts, I suck harder while stroking him with my hands where my lips don’t reach.
“No,” he grits out, locking his fingers around my arms and pulling me to my feet. “I’m not coming like this.”
I open my mouth to protest but swallow my words when he positions his cock at my entrance, bends his knees, and impales me in one, hard thrust.
When he pulls out, my body slumps against the mirror at my back. He wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the vanity. My naked butt hits the cold marble surface, my dress still scrunched up over my hips. Cupping my knees, he pushes my legs wide open and presses with more urgency inside me.
I lock my ankles around his ass and tilt my hips forward. The position allows me to take him deeper. He groans when my inner walls contract around him. Planting a palm on either side of my body on the vanity, he catches his weight on his arms and chases after my lips again. I burrow my hands in his hair and kiss him wildly and desperately. He meets my urgency, tangling our tongues before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
The dress and why I’m wearing it are forgotten as he punches his hips up and rolls them. Needing to breathe, I break the kiss and lean back my head. His gaze locks on mine. Reading my face, he slides a hand between our bodies and massages my clit. When I gasp, he rubs faster. A gentle pinch, and I come.
He grunts and stills, his body pulling taut as he finds his release. He doesn’t close his eyes or look away. He rests our foreheads together, staying inside me as we catch our breaths.
A chill runs over my arms. The evenings are getting cooler. Autumn is around the corner. Soon, it will be winter. I never liked the cold, but now I look forward to it simply because with Leon, every season is new. Will we huddle in bed under the covers or make love in front of the fireplace? Will we take a drive to one of those far-off places like he promised, inhaling the sharp smell of the grass that has been burned in preparation for spring? Will we ever feel the wind on our cheeks because we’re driving fast for fun and not because we’re running? As long as Gus rules our lives, we’ll forever be looking over our shoulders.
After a moment, he lifts his head and brushes the hair from my face. “Are you happy, Violet?”
The question is charged. I know what he wants to hear, but there’s no longer space for lies between us. “I like it here. I’m making friends.”
“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you’re happy.” He adds in a soft tone, “With me.”
My breath catches. I swallow. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
He pulls away, letting his cock slip from my body. “Seeing how ecstatically happy your old life has been, that’s not very hard to achieve.”
“What are you saying?” I whisper.
Placing his hands on my thighs, he says, “I’m asking for everything. I don’t want you to be better off. I don’t want you to live a mediocre life. I want you to live your best life. I want you to be the kind of happy one reads about in fairy tales.”
He’s asking me to love him, to abandon all caution and take the greatest risk of all. That’s a lot of responsibility to place on a person’s shoulders, especially for someone who never had any intention of falling in love. I’ve only just admitted to myself I want this life. That this is enough.
When I don’t reply, a shutter drops in front of his eyes. He takes a step away.
“Leon,” I say, his name a plea. “You asked for honesty and trust. I gave you that.”
“You did,” he agrees in a neutral tone.
“Isn’t that enough?”
His voice softens. “That’s plenty.”
Biting my lip, I watch him as he adjusts his clothes. My body is sated but my heart feels strangely empty. It aches for the man who wants everything. Will I ever be enough for him?
He grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the vanity and gently cleans between my legs. “I better have a quick shower.”
“We’re still going?”
“You bet your life we are.”
“But I won’t have time for another rinse-off.”
He drops his gaze to the junction of my legs. “I prefer that you go like this. I want all the other men to smell me on you.”
My cheeks heat. “You’re such an animal.”