Page 3 of Reckless Love

I was so sensitized that any movement seemed to turn me on. So when he brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples my body bowed from the tension.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.”

But instead he cupped my breasts, weighed and massaged them, then began drawing circles. “So sensitive.”

I arched forward, willing him to pinch me. He didn’t. He kept up his slow, delightful torture.

“You know,” he rumbled, “too many people rush. They miss the pleasure that can be attained from a slow, sensual teasing.”

“I hate to be teased.”

He brushed the tips of my nipples. “You’re lying. You fucking love it.”

I shuddered. He was wrong but I was discovering he was also right. “I like it fast and hard and with a little pain.”

“No you don’t,” he whisperedover my lips. He finally gave me a very light pinch.

I closed my eyes and sank into the sensations.

He kissed me once. “Your body responds to slow. Maybe it’s just your mind that wants fast.” He pinched again. Not hard. Just enough to keep his fingertips clamped around me. He didn’t move or tug.

All I’d ever known was fast. It was what I thought I needed to block out my mind.Maybe I’d been wrong all this time. “Show me.”

He sat me on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of me. He kept up his slow teasing of my left breast while his hand skated down my body. He didn’t go straight to my pussy, though. He took his time. He caressed my skin and hips, he massaged my thighs as he wrapped them around him. Then and only then did he dip his hand between us.

Again it was a slow massage. He moved his powerful fingers over my lips and up to the tip of my clit. He applied pressure in long strokes. Then he dipped down and took my nipple into his soft, warm mouth. At the same time he slid his middle finger inside me.

I cried out because I swear I was about to come again. But I didn’t. He sucked on me while his fingers worked a long path in and aroundmy channel. One finger became two. My entire body tensed.

Then everything was gone as I was moved to the center of his large King-sized bed. Leo came at me. It was the best kind of show. His eyes were dark and hooded. His cock large and throbbing, bobbing as he rolled on a condom. Every muscle in his shoulders rolled with tension.

Fuck, how I wanted him like this.

“You havethe most beautiful pussy, Esme. Truly. It’s pink like a flower and soft like a petal.”

No one had ever said such sweet things to me before. I always thought I’d hate it. That it would ring false and insincere, but coming from Leo it was perfect.

“I love the way you feel against my tongue,” he continued as he spread me wide. “You taste divine.” Then he sank into me. One glorious inchat a time. He didn’t pull back and thrust in. Instead he simply pressed forward, taking his time, waiting for my body to stretch for him.

I felt every hard inch. Felt each bite of pleasure and pain. He was such a perfect size. Not so long he bottomed out early, and not so thick it took time to accommodate him.

Perfect.

When he was buried to the hilt he took my hips in hishands and slid back out just as slowly. It was a fucking mind game and a physical pleasure all rolled into one. He did this several times, using his full length to tease me. I liked the way it looked too. I liked the sight of his hands on my hips as he pumped into me. I thought that was exactly what I needed.

That was until he moved over me and pressed my arms into the mattress, makingit impossible to move.

“This is what you want, Esme. I can see it in your eyes. You want slow. You need teasing. And then you need to take it, don’t you?”

I shivered. “God, yes.”

“Say you want it.”

“I want it.”

He pressed even deeper until his hips were flush with mine. “Be specific. Tell me what to do.”

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