He shoves one hand into my pussy, and groans when his knuckles find soaked heat.
“So wet already,” he says.
He pulls back, and his gaze roams me like I’m a priceless work of art. He crawls down the mattress, his muscles rippling, until his breath is hot against my inner thigh.
“Spread for me.”
My legs fall open on command.
He inhales at the sight. “So fucking hot.”
His fingers part my folds, and I moan.
“Fuck, Sabrina.”
His tongue makes first contact. His slick heat sweeps up my pussy and then circles the swollen bud.
My hips buck and I fist the sheets.
He works with patient precision, alternating soft licks and firm suction.
My back bows and a strangled moan rips free.
He slides two fingers inside, crooks them, finds the spongy spot that turns my vision white. “You like that?”
“Yes, god, yes,” I blurt out.
“Good girl.” He speeds up.
My orgasm builds sharp and fast. I gasp, thighs trembling.
He hums approval against my clit as I start clenching.
“Leo!”I cry.
The stars fade, but he doesn’t stop.
“I can eat your gorgeous pussy all day,” he says.
He keeps licking, his fingers thrusting deeper.Over-sensitive nerves spark. Pleasure piles on pleasure until it tips toward unbearable.
“Too much,” I pant.
“Take it.” His voice is ragged. He drags his mouth lower, replacing fingers with tongue, fucking me with long strokes. The filthy wet sounds echo in the bedroom.
I glance down. While he’s tongue fucking me, his hips rock against the comforter. He’s rutting into the sheets like an uncontrollable animal, pre-cum smears all over the gray cotton.
The sight flips a switch inside me and I’m orgasming again.
“LEO!” I scream.
He growls. He thrusts harder with his tongue. Harder, and faster.
His shoulders abruptly tense and he shudders, a groan ripping from deep inside his chest.
Hot fluid spills onto my thigh as his cock unleashes while he’s still feasting on me. The primal honesty of it detonates yet another orgasm.
My pussy clamps around his tongue, and I scream again, wordlessly this time.