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want to devour me.
His hands roam every inch of my impossibly aroused body. Every stroke painfully teasing me.
I squirm beneath him as his eager mouth plays with each of my taut nipples.
And when he looks up at me his dark eyes are so steeped with desire it sends a quiver through my already overexcited body.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside of you,” he whispers then nibbles on my earlobe.
“Have you got condoms?” I ask.
His eyes go wide. “I don’t have anything. Literally. All of my stuff is still in Raven and Xander’s room.”
I’m dying to find out why Raven and Xander’s room is no longer his room, but I also don’t want to ruin the moment. And I have a feeling the answer to that question is a definite downer.
“Have you got condoms?” His voice sounds desperate.
I shake my head. “I thought if I had them handy it would be too great of a temptation to—um—go back to my old ways.”
He bites his bottom lip for a long moment. “Are you on the pill?”
“I get injections,” I tell him. When he tilts his head like a puppy and gives me a questioning look I give a short explanation of the birth control method.
“I want you,” he pleads. “I want to be inside of you right now more that I want to breathe.”
“Neither one of us is exactly a poster child for safe sex,” I remind him.
“I’ve always used condoms. Always . I never dive into the pool without a wetsuit.”
“I do too,” I tell him.
“Have you ever done it without one?” he asks.
I shake my head. “What about you?”
“Nope.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Not even with Raven?”
“No,” he repeats.
We both stare at each other for a long moment. Then he finally asks the question we both knew was inevitable. “Do you want to?”
“My body wants to…” I admit. “But I don’t want you to attach some kind of meaning to it.”
He frowns. “I won’t.” But I can hear it in his voice. The lie. He definitely will.
“It’s still just a fuck,” I explain. “Nothing more.”
“I’m cool with that.” His words don’t match the look in his eyes. The look in his eyes says he wants to possess me. He looks like an only child who doesn’t want to share his toys.
“Okay,” I finally agree. I’m desperate to have his dick inside of me and it’s clear I have no more willpower. Even though the rational side of me is screaming not to do it I still consent. And I know that things will get complicated and messy and Leo will become even more obsessed with having me than he already is.
“Okay?” His voice cracks.
“I said yes. Now fuck me before I change my mind.”
He doesn’t hesitate for another moment. When he pushes inside of me without any barrier between us I know I’m in big trouble. Sex with Leo is already different than any other fuck in so many ways, but having him bare inside of me feels better than I ever imaged he could feel.
The hardness and rawness of his thrusts flood me with pure ecstasy. And before long I’m completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his rhythm.
Our rhythm.
Our bodies seem to become one. The shared tempo binding our bodies completely.
When his drives become deeper and more frantic he knows exactly when to stifle my loud moan with his exquisite mouth.
With one final plunge I’m hurtled to the point of no return. I let out a cry of pure delight as Leo shudders and explodes inside of me.
Even though we’re both sweaty and sticky Leo wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
I try to wriggle free, but he won’t let me go. He tightens his arms around me instead.
“Do you want to cuddle?” I tease.
“Maybe…”
I can’t help but laugh. It strikes me as funny that I’m the one who wants to fuck and run and Leo wants after-sex intimacy. So much for the gender stereotypes.
“You’ll need to let me go eventually,” I warn. And I realize I don’t just mean this moment. No good can come from Leo wanting some kind of a relationship with
His hands roam every inch of my impossibly aroused body. Every stroke painfully teasing me.
I squirm beneath him as his eager mouth plays with each of my taut nipples.
And when he looks up at me his dark eyes are so steeped with desire it sends a quiver through my already overexcited body.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside of you,” he whispers then nibbles on my earlobe.
“Have you got condoms?” I ask.
His eyes go wide. “I don’t have anything. Literally. All of my stuff is still in Raven and Xander’s room.”
I’m dying to find out why Raven and Xander’s room is no longer his room, but I also don’t want to ruin the moment. And I have a feeling the answer to that question is a definite downer.
“Have you got condoms?” His voice sounds desperate.
I shake my head. “I thought if I had them handy it would be too great of a temptation to—um—go back to my old ways.”
He bites his bottom lip for a long moment. “Are you on the pill?”
“I get injections,” I tell him. When he tilts his head like a puppy and gives me a questioning look I give a short explanation of the birth control method.
“I want you,” he pleads. “I want to be inside of you right now more that I want to breathe.”
“Neither one of us is exactly a poster child for safe sex,” I remind him.
“I’ve always used condoms. Always . I never dive into the pool without a wetsuit.”
“I do too,” I tell him.
“Have you ever done it without one?” he asks.
I shake my head. “What about you?”
“Nope.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Not even with Raven?”
“No,” he repeats.
We both stare at each other for a long moment. Then he finally asks the question we both knew was inevitable. “Do you want to?”
“My body wants to…” I admit. “But I don’t want you to attach some kind of meaning to it.”
He frowns. “I won’t.” But I can hear it in his voice. The lie. He definitely will.
“It’s still just a fuck,” I explain. “Nothing more.”
“I’m cool with that.” His words don’t match the look in his eyes. The look in his eyes says he wants to possess me. He looks like an only child who doesn’t want to share his toys.
“Okay,” I finally agree. I’m desperate to have his dick inside of me and it’s clear I have no more willpower. Even though the rational side of me is screaming not to do it I still consent. And I know that things will get complicated and messy and Leo will become even more obsessed with having me than he already is.
“Okay?” His voice cracks.
“I said yes. Now fuck me before I change my mind.”
He doesn’t hesitate for another moment. When he pushes inside of me without any barrier between us I know I’m in big trouble. Sex with Leo is already different than any other fuck in so many ways, but having him bare inside of me feels better than I ever imaged he could feel.
The hardness and rawness of his thrusts flood me with pure ecstasy. And before long I’m completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his rhythm.
Our rhythm.
Our bodies seem to become one. The shared tempo binding our bodies completely.
When his drives become deeper and more frantic he knows exactly when to stifle my loud moan with his exquisite mouth.
With one final plunge I’m hurtled to the point of no return. I let out a cry of pure delight as Leo shudders and explodes inside of me.
Even though we’re both sweaty and sticky Leo wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
I try to wriggle free, but he won’t let me go. He tightens his arms around me instead.
“Do you want to cuddle?” I tease.
“Maybe…”
I can’t help but laugh. It strikes me as funny that I’m the one who wants to fuck and run and Leo wants after-sex intimacy. So much for the gender stereotypes.
“You’ll need to let me go eventually,” I warn. And I realize I don’t just mean this moment. No good can come from Leo wanting some kind of a relationship with
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