Page 63 of The Watcher's Bride

“Oh my god, Leo,” I pant, gripping the countertop as if I might float away.

The pressure mounts and I can feel the orgasm ready to explode as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and mouth. My whole body convulses as I reach my climax, and I cry out in sheer ecstasy. But I want more. I want to go the whole way, to finally lose my virginity, something I never thought would happen.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me, Leo,” I beg as he moves closer to kiss me. I can taste myself on him, which only turns me on more.

I reach out to unbuckle his pants, but he stops me. “Not here. Not for your first time,” he says before effortlessly picking me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me upstairs to his bedroom. I pull my dress over my head, discarding it on the way, enjoying the naked desire in his eyes as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples harden, and he pauses in the hallway, pressing me against the wall to lick and suck them. I can feel his erection pressing against me, making me hungry with need as I grind against him.

“Fuck, you’re making it hard not to fuck you right here,” he growls.

“Then do it,” I challenge, but he continues to head toward the bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed, stepping back to look at me appreciatively. I resist the urge to cover myself and allow myself to enjoy the way he looks at me.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, and I channel the same confidence I felt when he watched me behind the mask.

As I do so, he slowly removes his pants, his eyes never leaving me. I caught a glimpse of his penis before when I spied on him in the shower, but now I’m able to see it in its fully erect glory. My eyes widen slightly at the sight, and I wonder how on earth it will fit, it’s so big.

I watch as he begins to touch himself, just as we used to. My eyes roam over his broad shoulders and the intricate tattoos that snake over his chest and muscled arms. His washboard abs work down to a v, like an arrow pointing directly to his confident and proud erection and strong, defined legs. But it’s his piercing blue eyes that I keep returning to, the way he looks at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen almost makes me believe it.

My nerve endings are still sensitive from my last orgasm and I’m quickly able to bring myself to climax again.

“Please, Leo, please. I want you, I need you,” I beg.

He moves to hover above me, kissing me deeply as I can feel him pressing against my entrance. He kisses my nipples before his tongue dances with mine once more. I place my handson his tight buttocks, pulling him close, trying to encourage him to enter me.

“I should get some protection,” he says, pulling back, but I shake my head.

“No, I want to feel you, I don’t want anything between us.”

“You sure?” he says with a small frown of concern.

“Yes.”

I’m so wet and aroused that I expected it to be easy, but there’s still a tightness and some discomfort as he pushes his tip inside. He takes his time, going slowly, filling me inch by inch, allowing my body to expand and accommodate him. Only once I’m ready does he slowly start to thrust in and out. As I get used to the sensation and there’s no longer any pain, it feels incredible. He fills me completely and the walls of my pussy clench and spasm around his cock.

“Fuck, Nora, this feels even better than I imagined,” he groans.

I love that I can drive him wild, that it’s as good for him as it is for me. One of my biggest fears was that I’d be bad at this.

He thrusts deeper, hitting new spots that send new waves of pleasure through me, and I gasp and moan, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer, wanting more, wanting everything.

I can feel another climax building inside me, a different, deeper sensation, and before I know what’s happening I’mcrying out with pleasure as it ripples through me. My pussy tightens around his cock, and I can tell that he’s close too.

“Come for me,” I beg, wanting to please him too.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, looking into my eyes.

“I’m yours,” I reply, holding his gaze, willing him to see the truth of what I’m saying in my eyes.

Finally, he allows himself to let go, thrusting deep and grunting in pleasure as his seed shoots into me. We lie like that for a moment, neither of us wanting the moment to end before he rolls to the side. He kisses me gently, looking at me with such love in his eyes I wonder why I was so afraid for so long, how I couldn’t see how perfect this man is for me.

“Is it always like that?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Definitely not. But for us, it will keep getting better,” he promises.

Despite how exhausted, sore, and spent I feel, part of me wants to discover just how much. He must see the devilish look in my eyes as he chuckles lightly before kissing me on the forehead.

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