Page 48 of Reckless Love

Chapter 17

Iwoke up the next morning sore and more relaxed than I’d ever been after one hell of a night of hotel sex with Leo. He said he thought this should be our new ritual on weekends like this. When one of us needed complete, mind altering pleasure, we should get completelyaway from our normal lives and I agreed.

So I stretched in a luxurious king sized bed as the morning light streamed in. My muscles ached in a good way. My pussy throbbed but I loved it. I couldn’t wait to do it all again.

“Breakfast is ready. Would you like me to bring it to you?” Leo stood naked in the doorway and I wondered if that was how he answered the door or if there was arobe hidden somewhere.

“No, I’ll come out there.” Since Leo was naked I decided it was pointless to pull on any clothing. Besides, the smell of bacon was like a beacon that couldn’t be bothered to wait for something as frivolous as clothing.

I ate like an athlete, shoving food in my face until all the plates were empty. “I forgot how sex can take it out of you.”

Leo smiled.“You were so gorgeous last night. How do you feel?”

“Amazing. Happy. How about you?”

“Amazing. Happy. I needed last night. I didn’t realize how much I was holding back or that I hadn’t felt like myself in a while.”

I froze with one last piece of toast halfway to my mouth. “Because of me?”

He considered his answer for a moment. “Yes and no. I think we both paused whenwe started dating because we needed to find a new way forward. In that way, yes it’s because of you, but it also has nothing to do with you.” He took a sip of coffee and shook his head. “Like you, sex has always been a huge part of my life, but even before we met I’d become lost. I was drifting from one date night to another, giving what I could, helping when possible, but never really engagingfor myself. I think I was ready to settle down, I just didn’t know it yet.”

“Settle down?” I never liked that term. It sounded...well it sounded sad. Like settling instead of going after what you really wanted.

I think Leo saw my worry because he hurried to explain. “Jeffry and Hope actually pointed it out to me after we met. I crave intimate relationships but I’d always avoidedthe most intimate of them all: a true partner. I probably avoided it because I doubted I’d ever find someone who understood that partnering with me would be complicated.”

“That they wouldn’t be able to understand that your personal relationship was only one part of your sexual life.”

“Exactly. Then we met and I knew I’d found my soul mate but we needed time to get to know each otherbefore we dipped a toe in anything else.”

Gah! He was so sweet. And the fact that he wanted to protect our love was what made me love him even more. So I went to him and curled up against his chest. “Last night was perfect. I learned a lot about you.”

“Like what?”

“That you’re a voyeur.” Leo watched for the first half of the night. He sat on the chair in the corner, his handon his cock, and watched as I gave him a one-woman show on the bed.

He kissed the top of my head. “You knew that, didn’t you?”

“No. Not really. I just thought you liked to watch and talk dirty. Last night I discovered you get off on watching and you talk dirty because you like to describe everything.” And do meaneverything.He told me what he wanted to see, he gave me commands,and he also kept up his usual stream of filthy descriptions. The man had a fantastic vocabulary.

He laughed and I bounced in his lap. “That sounds about right.”

His cock twitched to life beneath me. “Mr. Hancock, I do believe you’re ready for more.”

“Oh I am,” he growled.

I swallowed hard as the memory of his eyes burning for me as I touched myself flashed through mymind. “You want to watch again?”

He spun me on his lap so I was straddling him face to face. “I want it all, love. I want to watch, I want to be inside you, I want to hear you scream for more.”

I rose up on my toes, encouraging him to fill me now.

“Too soon,” he whispered. “You’re sore.”

“Not too sore for you. I want you, Leo. I want you now.” It stung as he filledme but the pain soon disappeared into the pleasure. “I’ll always want more of you.”

He massaged my hips, then my shoulders and neck, taking my hair in his hands. “I’ll never get enough of you. Ride me, Esme. Ride me good.”

I used the back of the chair for leverage, taking him inside me in long, sure strokes. I watched with fascination as his eyelids fluttered shut. His shoulder musclestensed under me.

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