Page 85 of Raising Love
His patience wore thin after a few moments. With a strained groan, he pulled me away and eased me back onto the bed.
I gasped softly, inhaling his exhale as he guided himself between my thighs. The sensation of him sliding into my wet heat sent a ripple of anticipation through me.
The first time we did this, it had been a whirlwind—intense, shocking, and like releasing something pent up inside both of us. The second time was natural, like it had been waiting to happen all along.
This time? It felt familiar.
Each stroke was trained, slow, and unhurried. His lips never left mine, our breaths mingling as he pushed deeper. He lifted one of my legs, angling me so perfectly I couldn’t help but arch my back.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his words hot against my lips. He pecked my mouth softly, his hips rolling deeper.
I giggled, breathless. “You haven’t had me enough to miss me.”
“Oh, baby,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave. “The two times were more than enough. Trust me.”
Our attempts to keep quiet dissolved with every thrust. The intensity built between us, the friction both figurative and literal. He slipped his hand beneath me, gripping my ass to open me more, taking me fully, completely.
And there was so much to take.
Leo wasn’t shy, and God hadn’t held back when blessing him.
The way we moved together, my body meeting his strokes, felt surreal. What kind of alternate universe had we stumbled into?
“You feel like you’re mine,” he rasped, his movements slowing to a maddening pace. His words sent a shiver down my spine. “And only mine.”
My mind was spinning, lost in a haze of ecstasy.
“Are you mine, Ivy?”
“Mmm…” I smiled lazily, teasing. “Possessive much?”
“When you feel like this around me?” His hips circled, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “Hell fucking yeah.”
“Mmm, Leo.” My voice was shaky, caught between laughter and moans. “Keep doing that.”
“Oh, I will.” His thrusts gained speed, each one more precise than the last. “I’ll keep doing it every day if you want me to.”
I giggled, then moaned again, my body arching into his.
“Can I do this to you every day, Ivy?” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Can it be me and only me doing whatever you want me to do to you?”
My hand smoothed over his back, sliding to his firm backside, pushing him even deeper.
“Can I, Ivy?”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want me to say right now,” I whispered, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth.
“I want the truth,” he murmured, gripping me tighter, angling me to take him even more.
“Oooh, God!”
“I could make you feel like this all the time.” His lips traveled from my ear to my cheek, stopping at my chin. “I could make your body do more than this.”
I chuckled weakly, my laugh trembling. “You’re sounding real toxic right now delivering good dick and sweet promises?—”
“I love you,” he panted suddenly.
And that made me level my head. “What?”
