He pulled away for just a moment. He had to tell her… “Eres gloriosa.”
“You’re the glorious one,” Daisy said, as she pulled at the hem of his T-shirt. “I want to see you, Leo. I need it.”
He caught the note of desperation in her voice. Then he remembered how he’d found her. He pulled his shirt over his head. Once again she was working on the fastening of his pants. He heard her mew of frustration. As confident as she seemed, apparently she wasn’t adept at undressing men. For some reason that made Leo smile.
“Honey, it’ll be faster if I do this.”
“Fine,” she said, clearly irritated.
Leo pulled off his pants and briefs in one fell swoop. He bent and picked her up once again and placed her on the bed.
“I know you’re strong and I’m small, you don’t have to keep proving it.”
“I’m not trying to prove anything. It’s just expedient to put you just where I want you.” He put one knee on the bed and stroked his fingers from her throat, between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach to the top of her panties.
“I think these can go, what do you think?”
“Definitely.”
Slowly, he pulled the white cotton down her legs, exposing her pretty brown curls, with a hint of glistening pink.
As he pulled them all the way off, he couldn’t help but notice her siren-red toenails, so at odds with her no-nonsense lack of make-up and unadorned fingernails. It was like she hid this little bit of femininity and he was lucky enough to see it.
He picked up one dainty foot and kissed her arch.
“No, kiss me,” she protested.
“I am.”
He spread her legs so that he could crawl up the bed and lay between them. He wrapped one arm around her head and stared at her delicate breasts, which were perfect for her petite body.
“You’re staring.”
“I’m just planning my attack, your body requires thought.”
She smothered a laugh.
He cupped one breast as he licked around the swollen nipple of her other breast. Warm, plump, and a flavor that was all Daisy. He twirled and swirled his tongue around the turgid tip, while his hand lovingly caressed and lightly squeezed her other breast. Daisy began to squirm beneath him, making little mewling sounds. He continued his ministrations, bound and determined to make her ask for what she wanted.
Her knees cocked up and squeezed his hips, starting her own brand of torture.
He groaned and gave in. He sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Leo felt her fingers spearing through his hair, holding him close to her body. He began to pluck her other nipple, loving it when her hips arched up and her nails bit into his scalp. He needed more, so much more, but this moment of play was better than anything he’d previously experienced and he didn’t want it to end.
Daisy moved again. This time it was her foot teasing the back of his leg, ever upward until it was resting on his right flank, leaving her hot, wet flesh pressed against his stomach, tempting him beyond belief.
When she started to rub herself against the ridges of his abdomen, he lost it. He literally lost it. He turned over and sat up, and grinned in satisfaction as he stared into Daisy’s surprised eyes.
“I think we should try this, what do you think?”
Her hands cupped his cheeks and she swooped in for a kiss as she undulated against him. She took him ever upwards, spinning up into the heavens with her dizzying blending of lips and tongues.
As she took him over, he moved his hands along her thighs until he reached the lips of her sex. She moaned against his lips as his thumbs stroked along her silken, wet folds. Up and down, he continued to caress her, moving upwards to her clit, then he circled her swollen bud.
Daisy threw back her head and cried out.
“Leo, don’t stop.”
He smiled seductively. “Wasn’t planning to.”
He looked down where his fingers brushed against her, circling and plucking. Daisy was shaking. He caught her around her back and held her up as he continued his sexual torture. He loved watching her face as she climbed the ladder toward ecstasy.
He listened to her little cries of need, watched as her face suffused with color and her hair thrashed around her head. Nothing in his life had ever been as sexy as seeing Daisy reach for her release.
“Leo,” she wailed as her hands grabbed his biceps.
“Come for me, Daisy,” he said as he teased her flesh a little harder, just a little more, watching her face.
Her body shuddered, her eyes got wide, and then it hit her and she shouted out his name.
“Leo!”
“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.”
She slumped forward and he pulled her close. For long moments, Leo did nothing more than hold her trembling body close to his, murmuring words of praise and comfort. Finally, she pushed up, her gray eyes glittering with mischief.
“Uh-oh.”
“I call for a do-over.”
“Are you saying you didn’t like that?” Leo teased.
“Oh, you know I did, but I know a way we could both like it better.”
He pushed back a stray lock of hair away from her cheek. “Daisy, listen to me, seeing you come apart in my arms, was one of the best moments of my life.”
11
“Do you want to talk about what was bothering you now?” Leo asked.
Daisy couldn’t understand what he was saying. Was he crazy? Hell to the no. A lady never left a gentleman wanting. At least not in her codebook.
She leaned forward and once
