Page 55 of Sins of Leo

“Turn around,” he murmured.

She whirled, and he laved the smooth skin of her back with the cloth. Her pulse quickened with desire. When she turned to face him, he could see her nipples puckered with arousal.

Her head tilted back as his head came down. Their mouths met in sensuous embrace that made him dizzy but not stupid. He wasn’t about to make love to Ruth in a primitive bathroom.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked them back inside. The sleeping bag remained spread on the bed, and he lay her upon it. He took only a second to strip his shirt before he joined her, meshing their lips, combining their breath, rubbing his skin against hers.

Her breasts remained bound in a sports bra, but his deft fingers—while out of practice—made quick work of the clasp.

She gasped as he pulled a taut peak into his mouth and sucked. She grabbed at his hair as he played with the nipple,swirling his tongue around it, tugging it with his teeth. The breasts he fondled more than filled his palm. Full, rounded, perfect. Her nipples large and dark and puckered for his touch. When he stroked the calloused pad of his thumb over the tip, she shuddered.

He lay between her legs as he played, the heat of her sex radiating even through her pants. A treasure he wanted to devour but only once he’d had his fill of her taut buds. As he sucked and tugged the nipples with his mouth, she clutched at his head, moaning and squirming. So responsive to his touch.

If this weren’t their first time, he would have been tempted to push her full tits together and form a tight crevice. The thought of tapping the head of his cock against her lips as he slid back and forth in the valley of her breasts had him throbbing hard.

Maybe next time.

Because there would be a next time.

He wished he had the patience to truly take his time, but it had been so long, and she writhed and mewled with need.

It took only a moment to divest her of the rest of her clothing. The pants sliding down curved hips and rounded thighs. Her undies quickly followed. As she lay there flushed with pleasure, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, he stripped, too, and stood there in his naked glory.

His cock jerked as she licked her lips.

It was like she tried to kill him. He quickly fumbled a condom on, having found one in his pack—thank you, Tower.

Given he worried he’d come to fast, he didn’t immediately fuck her. He knelt between her legs and began lapping his dessert. The sweetness of her honey had him humming in pleasure. The way she writhed and clutched at the sleeping bag only had him lapping faster.

She whimpered when he sucked at her clit. Bucked when he grabbed it lightly with his teeth. Came when he kept licking and thrust some fingers into her sex.

The waves of her climax squeezed his digits, and he kept playing with her until she gasped, “Oh god. I’m going to come again.”

That was his cue. He poised himself over her body, the tip of his cock spreading her damp nether lips. He teased her first, wetting the head with her honey, dragging it back and forth against her slit.

The most pleasurable kind of torture.

Slowly, he guided his shaft into the warm channel, feeling it squeeze, even as it stretched to accommodate his girth.

When he was fully seated, he paused to enjoy the pulse of her pussy, the heat of her.

Her hips wiggled, impatient. He obeyed, thrusting deeper and withdrawing halfway, only to slam in again.

As he pumped into her, he cupped a breast and stroked his thumb over the tip, watching her face. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted. Her breathing ragged.

Their bodies rocked in time, locked in an erotic dance that threatened to push him over the edge.

He had to hold off, just a little bit longer. Their rocking and grinding quickened.

Tightened.

With a sharp cry, she came, her muscles spasming around his cock, and he couldn’t hold off any longer. He orgasmed with her.

Nothing had ever felt this good or right.

It terrified.

What if?—

---