She reached out a hand for his belt buckle. “Your turn.”
Leon disposed of his clothing faster than Flora had. Shrugging out of pants, shirt, socks, and shoes at the same time as she kicked off her black heels. When they faced each other again, her eyes were drawn to the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs. How had she lived so long without this wonderful throbbing, clenching ache? As Leon moved toward her, the answer was simple. It wasn’t about wanting a man. She hadn’t felt this way until now for a reason. This was about him.
He pulled her close again, the determined expression on his face making her knees buckle ever so slightly. Placing a hand on her right buttock, he gave it a firm squeeze before letting his fingers gently caress her flesh and tease the divide between each cheek. Flora stood completely still, enjoying the intimacy of his caress.
“I love your ass.” He breathed the words into her hair. “From the first moment I saw you, I dreamed of touching you this way.”
The words were too much, and she squirmed against him, her imagination going wild. When she looked up, Leon was staring at her as if he was afraid he’d wake up at any second and find this was all a dream.
She kissed along his collarbone. “I’m real.”
Taking his hand, she led him to the bed. They lay on their sides, facing each other, and Leon ran a hand along the curve of her waist, stopping at her hip. “I feel as nervous as a kid doing this for the first time.”
“It is the first time.” Flora reached up and cupped his cheek. “For us.”
He slid one hard thigh between hers and she delighted in the contrast between their bodies. His strong, hers soft and yielding. As he tipped her onto her back, she gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch beneath her fingers. Slowly he made his way down her trembling body, kissing various parts of her as he went. The pulse at her throat, the small hollow between her neck and collarbone, then teasing the upper curve of each breast.
Flora gasped as his lips closed over a hardened nipple. His tongue teased the sensitive tip, swiping back and forth until she cried out and twisted as longing boiled through her. Emotion surged to the surface and her throat tightened. The tears that stung her eyelids were a result of the sheer force of her feelings and she blinked them away, not wanting to miss a single, perfect moment.
He moved lower, until he was holding her thighs apart with his shoulders. As he ran his fingertips lightly over her outer lips, Flora arched her back and opened wider. His movements were soft, slow, almost playful as he stroked and teased her sensitive flesh. At the first flick of his tongue, she whimpered.
Leon kissed, licked, and sucked, holding her hips down with his hands as Flora writhed against him. That first touch had brought her to the edge. Now, she was almost sobbing, her whole body shaking, hurtling toward the precipice. Her climax hit hard, flinging her into shuddering, gasping delight.
Leon continued with long, slow swipes of his tongue, even as her body jerked and spasmed. Her head was filled with color and light, normality returning gradually.
“Oh. That was...” She drew in a lungful of air.
He moved back to lie next to her. “Incredible? Amazing? I thought so.”
“But you haven’t—” She blushed. “At least not yet.”
He smiled. “I was hoping you might be planning to do some improvising of your own.”
Flora hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “In that case, these will have to go.”
Leon reclined against the headboard and succumbed to the bliss of Flora’s lips moving down his body. He allowed his last few conscious thoughts to linger on how this felt. There was no guilt or pain. Only a sense of release and rightness.
He knew now that his feelings weren’t supposed to be locked away. His body wasn’t meant to be shut off from its natural urges. And this? Being with Flora? This felt like it was meant to be.
As Flora wrapped her lips around his straining erection, his concentration zeroed in on her, on her warm, wonderful mouth and her soft, fluttering fingers. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
Flora’s fiery mane was a tousled curtain, hiding her from sight as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. Leon gently pulled her hair back, giving him a clear view of the delightful erotic image.
Flora swirled her tongue around his sensitive head before running it up and down the underside of his shaft. The result was a pleasure so extreme it was close to torture. The sucking and flicking heated his blood to boiling point. As Flora perfected her rhythm, and that wicked tongue continued to dance a series of caresses over his throbbing flesh, one hand reached lower to gently cup and stroke.
Watching her through half-open lids, Leon groaned. “Yes. Just like that.”
In response, she purred with pleasure, the sound triggering a vibration that made him moan. He gripped her hair tighter with one hand, the other twisting the sheet almost into a knot. She looked up and he was lost in the vivid blue of her eyes.
The familiar tingle started deep and low. His groans became urgent and Flora responded by shifting position. Deprived momentarily of the delicious warmth of her mouth, Leon ground out a protest. “Don’t stop.”
He needn’t have worried. Using her hands in time with her mouth, she applied the perfect pressure. Leon’s toes curled as she moved faster, licking and sucking, while pumping with her fist. He was breathing hard, his back arching as he neared his climax.
The tip of Flora’s tongue lapping against the most sensitive part of his body was causing his hips to buck up and down, and he managed to give a warning. “I’m getting
