Page 18 of Leif

I wanted this. I wanted everything he was promising me with that skilled mouth of his.

His hands slid down my sides and gripped the hem of my shirt. He hauled it up, and I moved back a bit to let him pull it over my head. For once, I wished I had something sexier under it than the plain white bra with its wide straps that helped flatten down my chest a bit.

His fingers found the clasp on my bra and freed it as his lips came down on mine again. In a gentle motion, he hauled the thing down my arms and dropped it next to us.

The cool air tightened my nipples, and I prayed he wouldn’t be upset my breasts were bigger than I let anyone believe. But he didn’t say a word, and the appreciation in his eyes heated up my core.

He turned me, and I let him drop me onto the edge of the bed as he knelt before me, his lips on my chin, then between my breasts, then moving lower down my stomach. He pressed me back onto the bed gently, and he freed the button of my pants and hauled them down my thighs.

I let out a gasp as he yanked my panties down and tossed them aside. His lips touched the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I glanced at him. He looked good between my thighs, kneeling at the edge of the bed, his serious expression locked on me as if he was silently asking permission or giving me a chance to tell him to stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

His lips touched my inner thigh again, trailing up toward the heart of me as I fisted the blankets and struggled to calm my thundering heart.

The second his hot lips touched me, I let out a stunned gasp and held my breath. I’d never been touched like this before. Sure, I’d touched myself; I’m human after all, and orgasms help me sleep, but no one had ever done it for me. The sensations were totally different than when I touched myself.

His tongue parted me and touched my clit, sending pleasure like wildfire racing across every inch of my flesh and heating me up inside. The tips of his fingers trailed up the outsides of my thigh and came up and around to part me for his mouth. The absolute vulnerability of being spread for him to see, touch, and taste hit me hard, and my thighs started to tremble.

He formed a seal around my clit with his lips, and his tongue began to work the little nub with pressure that felt just right. My back ached, and his hands flattened to my hips before stretching p my belly, over my ribs, and up to my breasts.

The second he touched my chest, I let out a whimper of fear and pleasure. His hands stilled for a second, and then he grabbed a big handful of one tit, then the other. Dragging the pads of both thumbs across my ultra-sensitive nipples, he wrung a moan from my lips as his tongue worked double time on my clit.

My whole body began to kink and coil tight as could be, and my fists wrinkled the blankets as I gripped them so tight I pulled the tucked ends right off. All the sensations began to run together, and I couldn’t hold back as it all broke.

White filled my vision, and a low groan escaped my lungs as pulses of white-hot pleasure rippled through my core. He backed off, his tongue suddenly gentle as he drew out the implosion with little circles of my clit with his tongue.

He let out a growl of appreciation and lapped at me, the little vibration doing funny things to my brain as I gasped, my thighs trying to tighten around his head as if I could stop him. His hands left my chest and gripped my thighs, forcing them down toward the bed while he held me open for his mouth.

As the ripples began to ease off, I still couldn’t see or think straight. I wanted more. I wasn’t sure what my body was begging for; after all, I’d had an orgasm. Usually, that was enough. But my whole being was crying out formore.

He lifted his head, his sexy, almost unfocused eyes locked on me.

“Your turn.” I’d never said something so brazen before, and I could feel my cheeks going red. But I wanted to taste him. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me. A bit of fear crept in. What if I couldn’t please him as he’d pleased me? What if I was bad at this?

Something in his eyes told me not to worry.

I sat up, stunned by the trickle of moisture between my thighs. Had I ever been so wet afterward before? I didn’t think so.

He didn’t seem convinced, so I stood up and grabbed his hands. Pulling him to his feet, I tried to ignore how odd it felt to be naked before someone. Especially since he was still halfway clothed.

He stood up, and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, not caring that my moisture was on his lips. My other hand ran up his chest, loving the heat and power of him. Letting go of him, I reached for the front of his pants, freeing him of the button before tucking my thumbs in the waistband of his pants.

I lowered his pants, kneeling as I went. When he sprang free before my face, I let out a gasp and glanced up into his eyes quickly.

He stepped out of his pants, and I guided him toward the bed as he’d done with me. Of course, I knew he was letting me move him. There was no way I could just push him around, and his trust—the fact that he was letting me do this—meant a lot to me.

He lowered onto the edge of the bed, and I knelt before him. Wrapping my fingers around him, I took the tip of him into my mouth almost experimentally and realized he tasted warm and clean. I took more of him, my gaze still locked on his face like I could read him and know what to do. I’d never done this before, and I wanted to be good at it.

As I took him deeper in my mouth, his abs tightened, and his hand found my hair and gripped, but not painfully. Excitement filled me, and I slid down, then back up and down again, loving the feeling of him and the way he groaned in pleasure as his head tilted back.

My heart crashed around in my chest, and I continued moving. The carpet under my knees and the soft bed pressed to my breasts grounded me in the moment, and his warm, wet cock swelled in my mouth even as I tried to take him deeper in my throat.

“This feels so good.” His voice lifted my senses and boosted my excitement, and the fragile thread that held me back snapped.

I took him deep, and he growled, his hand tightening in my hair as my pulse shot through the roof. I wanted this. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.

Suddenly, he pulled back. I tried to move with him, but he reached down and picked me up like I weighed nothing. I found myself in his lap, and his lips met mine savagely.

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