I let him guide my motions, keeping my mouth and tongue busy on his pleasure as he rocked his hips upward. I could see his washboard abs tighten with every thrust. The muscled V pointing down to his crotch was tight as he clenched it in absolute delight. His rumble of pleasure echoed through the room as I swirled my tongue around him.
“Oh, Charlotte...” I'd never heard his voice so close to breaking as he let his head fall back with ecstasy. The heat between my own thighs intensified as he groaned. “I won't last much longer with you doing that.”
If my mouth wasn't so busy, I would have grinned. I loved that I could tip him over the edge so easily. “Let me.”
“Not yet. Not, until I've had my turn.” He pulled back gently on my hair, pulling my mouth off of him. “Stand up.”
Pouting, I didn't stop. I rather liked the idea of getting him off only with the skill of my tongue, but he just tugged a little harder on my hair until I complied. Standing before him, he looked me up and down, lust pouring from his every glance.
“Take the dress off,” he commanded, his voice low and powerful. I swallowed once, not sure if I was ready to give in to him. I wanted to go back to my knees and finish what I had started. He stood up, towering over me, eyes dark and powerful. “Take the dress off,” he repeated
There was no way I could resist him. I reached for the hem and slowly pulled the sundress up and over my head. His eyes dilated at the sight of my curves still in my swimsuit. He reached out his hand, slowly caressing the curve of my hip. His hand didn't stop there, though. He reached up, untying the back tie of my top. With a quick movement, he had my bra off and on the floor.
He palmed my breast, his big hand caressing my skin. I loved how rough the pads of his fingers were on the sensitive flesh. He leaned forward, tipping his head to take one piqued nipple into his mouth. Teeth softly teased the delicate tissue even tighter and I gasped. My body was aflame with just his touch.
He chuckled as I moaned, arching my back into his face and silently asking for more. “Go lie down,” he whispered. “There's more I want to do to you.”
I shivered, wondering what beautiful torture he could have planned for me. I stepped back, taking one step before turning to go run to the bed as he had commanded. He caught my arm and grinned, reaching forward and smoothly undoing the side string to the bottom of my bikini.
I stepped forward, the bottoms falling off effortlessly and grinned at him. I loved the way his breath caught as he watched my naked body sashay to the bed where I spread myself out for his delight.
“God, you are so beautiful.” He stood at the foot of the bed and stared for a moment before stripping off his shirt and leaving it laying on the floor. “It isn't fair to make someone as beautiful as you.”
I blushed, feeling the heat creep down my bare chest. Leo's compliments always felt more real to me than anyone else's. I looked up at him, naked in the dark of the room. He was so damn handsome and virile that I ached to feel him within me. The need growing between my legs was becoming unbearable.
“Leo,” I whimpered. “Don't make me wait.”
“Hold onto the headboard,” he commanded. I reached up, stretching my body out for his viewing pleasure. I flushed with delight at his sudden intake of breath. His cock jumped, ready to take me right there.
He put one knee on the bed, spreading my legs as he climbed onto the bed. With one knee firmly placed at my groin, he traced the curve of my breast with his fingers. I groaned, arching my hips up as his fingers left magic trails of want across my skin. He pressed his knee higher, giving me something hard to rock against as he touched me. I was already dripping wet with desire, but with his thigh between mine, I started to rock.
His hands came around the undersides of my breasts and cupped them together, creating cleavage. He dipped his head, bringing his lips back to my breasts and kissing them. His stubble rasped against my skin, adding a layer of sensation I wasn't ready for. He played with my nipples, rolling one between his fingers while nipping at the other with his teeth.
I brought my hands down to his head, feeling his hair slide through my fingers as I pressed his face into my chest for more.
“Nuh uh,” he said, shaking his head and repeating my phrase from earlier in the day. “Put your hands back up.”
I whimpered, but slowly raised them. Once my fingers latched around the headboard, he resumed his gentle touches. I closed my eyes, focusing only on keeping my arms above my head as he showered me with kisses.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, caressing each breast with the utmost care and love. His hand slipped down to my stomach, splaying out right before my mound. “So fucking beautiful.”
I arched my hips, wanting his fingers to touch me. His thigh was great for rocking against, but I knew his fingers could give me release. He chuckled, the sensual sound filling the room. Slowly, so slowly I was sure I would go insane, he slid his fingers further and further south.
“So wet,” he murmured, his fingers teasing with their feather light touch. “So damn perfect...”
The touch of his fingers against my sensitive flesh made it impossible to control the arch of my hips into his hand. A wordless cry of perfect wonder filled my throat as I rode on white lightning into beautiful oblivion at just Leo's touch. I'd never come so easily, and never just at a touch.
It was just what Leo did to me. I was built to respond to his touch without even trying.
Gasping for breath, wordless and lost to wonder, I barely noticed as Leo positioned himself at my entrance. His hands pinned my wrists to the headboard. I bucked my hips, silently begging to be filled with him. I needed him to be a part of me, to physically complete me.
He grit his teeth as he concentrated on going slow. Inch by fantastic inch, he pressed. I couldn't breathe at the sheer amount of pleasure ricocheting through my body. Every part of our bodies that touched singed with lust as he slowly filled me with himself.
He was gentle, concentrating on giving me pleasure. Slow, deep and smooth strokes to fill my every wish. Except, I wanted him. My pleasure would come with his.
“I'm yours, Leo,” I whispered, the words falling out without me even having to think. I had always been his. “Take me. Make me yours.”
His eyes flashed in the darkness with lust and love. “Oh, Charlotte...” he gasped, ramming the final few inches of himself as deep as he could go. “I don't deserve you...”