Page 81 of Jump-Start
“Place one hand on my throat,” I instruct, and he does so without hesitation. I almost moan from the pressure he applies, so firm and gentle at the same time.
“I can feel your heart racing,” he says, his thumb caressing the side of my throat. “Are you excited about my cock?” I nod without thinking, and he uses his other hand to pull my panties to the side. One of his fingers dips inside of me, and he lets out an approving moan. “More than excited, I see,” he adds and brings the same finger to my clit. I slam down on him without another word.
“Fuck,” we say at the same time, the way he fills me perfectly sending me to heaven instantly. I wrap my hand around the wrist of the hand that’s around my neck, smiling with pleasure.
“Bounce, sweetheart, chase your pleasure,” he says, and I obey, the switch of power between us smooth and easy.
I come down hard on him, grinding so my clit rubs against him. His hold on me tightens, but I’m enjoying it. Fuck, I’ve never enjoyed sex as much as I do with Leonard.
“Alright, enough of this,” he says when I’ve brought my movements to a painfully slow tempo to tease him again. He picks me up and slams me down on the couch, thrusting inside of me so hard, I scream out in pleasure.
“Oh God, yes, yes, yes,” I moan as his strokes go deep and hard at a steady rhythm.
“Yeah?” he asks with a smug smile, but all I manage to do is nod. I nod and moan and whimper because he feels like heaven. Being intimate with him like this is like having found my other half and getting to feel us align with every stroke. It’s everything.
“More, more,” I beg, and he gives me exactly what I want.
“All your teasing, but now here you are, begging to come,” he says, cupping my tits for a brief moment before his hands move to my wrists to pin them over my head. He rests them on the armrest of the couch, fucking into me with shallower strokes now. “So do it. Come all over my cock, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Pleasure consumes me until my toes curl and my back arches.
“You first,” I say, but he shakes his head and claims my mouth, sending me straight over the edge.
I come harder than I ever have before, the anticipation from earlier giving me a release so strong, everything inside of me shatters. Then, pleasure sweeps up all the pieces and puts me back together. My head floats into its personal paradise, and I faintly feel him falling apart inside of me too. Leonard collapses onto my chest, his fingers snaking behind my back and toward my bra clasp. I smile as I slide my hands into his hair.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a bead of sweat rolling down my neck.
“In a few minutes, you’re going to want more, and I need you completely naked for round two,” he explains, undoing the clasp and pulling the fabric off my chest. He presses a kiss to either breast, tugging on my panties and urging me to kick them off, which I do.
“Happy now?” I ask as he settles his head onto my chest, one of his hands flat against my ribs.
I can’t help but admire how beautiful his dark skin covered in black ink looks against my tan, untattooed one. I can’t help but drool at the way his long fingers are splayed out across my ribs, the veins in his hands sticking out. I can’t help but lick my lips when he offers me one of his breathtaking smiles, his full, plump lips stretching over his straight, white teeth.
“Very,” he replies, placing more kisses on my upper body. “I love being naked with you,” Leonard whispers after a few moments of silence. “You’re so warm and soft. You feel like my home,” he says, causing tears to shoot into my eyes. “You are my home,” he whispers, and they fall down my face because he’s my home too.
He’s my happy place.
He’s where I want to be when I’m standing in a room full of people and can’t catch my breath.
He’s everything good and true about my life, and I don’t want to lose him, ever.
“You’re my home,” I reply, and he looks up, panic crossing his eyes face he sees the tears falling from the corners of my eyes.
Months ago, crying because of sweet words or crying in general would have been unthinkable. Not anymore. I don’t want to close myself off with Leonard when I’ve never felt more like myself than when I’m with him.
“You’ve always been my home, sweetheart. After every race weekend, your apartment was my first stop. After every win, I called Graham first because I knew you’d be with him and have lots of opinions about my performance. After every happy moment in my life, I showed up at your door because it wouldn’t have been a truly joyful memory if your face wasn’t in it,” he says, causing more tears to escape me.
I wiggle down on the couch until I’m completely underneath him, my arms wrapping around his back until I’m tucked against his side.
“You’ve shown me what it means to live, Leonard. You’ve taught me how much the little things matter, what a single person’s smile can do to another.” He kisses me once, then leans his forehead against mine.
“Your smile is my favorite. If I could, I would keep them all to myself, bottle them up, and hold onto them forever,” he says, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, smiling.
“Champ?” I ask, and he snorts at the nickname.
“Yes, Starling?”
“More,” I mumble against his throat, feeling the deep vibration of his chuckle move through my body.
“Insatiable,” he says and slides down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders and grinning. “Just my type,” Leonard adds before placing his tongue against my pussy and making me drift into the land of pleasure again.
