Propping himself on one elbow, he begins to draw a swirly pattern with one finger over my mound. “The tattoo should go right here. Something ornamental and pretty to accent this beautiful little pussy of yours that I adore so much. Will you do that for me?”
“Maybe,” I say and half smile through the pleasure. His suggestion of a tattoo sends my mind one place. There’s only one artist I can imagine giving me such a tattoo. Even though Toni would do it for me, and is the more appropriate designer for what Leo is asking for, Maddox is the one I picture every time Leo brings it up.
It’s all I can do to push the image aside, and I reach down to tangle my fingers in Leo’s thick curls as he parts my folds and nuzzles at my clit. He nips at the flesh on either side and my core pulses and floods with wet heat.
I love how he makes me feel. Every day of the last few months, we’ve found both solace and happiness in each other, escaping grief within the bubble of my bed. I never see him sad when we’re here. The pain appears at other times when he thinks I’m not looking, so I know he still feels it, but I’m glad this one place allows him to forget. He is more and more insistent about trying new things though, and I’m more and more hesitant, though I don’t know why. The tattoo idea may be my mental block. If I can’t do something as benign as get another tattoo in such an intimate spot, how can I do some of the other things he keeps asking for?
The teasing flick of his tongue against my clit is sufficient to drive other thoughts from my head, and I’m grateful they disappear. All that remains is the sensation of his thumbs gliding along my outer lips while he sucks and licks my center. He pulls away to look at me, enthralled by the wet, glistening, pink flesh that throbs for him now.
“Leo, don’t stop.”
His mouth quirks, and he glances up at me. “You’re so wet, ángel. So beautiful. Let me look at you.”
I’m breathing hard, and his teasing only makes me more desperate. He pushes my thighs wide and urges my knees up toward my chest, gaze intent on my sex. I’m spread open, bared to him, desperate to be filled. But today, he seems determined to torture me. He rubs two idle fingers over my clit, then runs them down to my opening and pushes in, twists, and curls enough to tease my G-spot and make me gasp and buck. Then he lets out a breathless chuckle and slides his fingers out and keeps traveling south.
When his fingertips graze my rear, I jerk upright and drop my legs. “Leo! What the hell?”
His eyes have a wicked glint as he grabs me behind the knees and hauls me toward him so I fall on my back again, then he lowers himself over me. “Your ass is so goddamn tempting. It’ll feel good. Trust me.” His cock grazes my wet skin, and I part for him again, still more than eager for him to be inside me, but I’m more cautious now.
“I said no. You keep asking for things I’m not okay with. I just want you to make love to me.”
“And bite you, and spank you, and drip hot wax on your nipples, and tie you up . . .” He rocks his hips against me, teasing his entire length along my clit as he lists all the things we have done, each and every one something I asked for. He keeps up the torture as he lifts each of my hands above my head and pins my wrists. I gasp at the rush from being immobilized beneath his solid, muscular bulk.
He keeps teasing me with his cock, rubbing faster but never entering me, and I writhe and buck when he dips his head and latches on to one nipple, biting hard.
“Leo!” I beg, but he’s relentless. He rubs and bites and licks until my mind is about to explode, then with a slight tilt of his hips, he’s at my entrance and slams into me in a glorious, hard thrust that makes me cry out his name again. He works me up so well that I’m already at the edge, and it only takes two swift thrusts before my world explodes in a blast of pleasure. I don’t have time to come down, so I ride the high, in love with every second of how he makes me feel.
My lingering annoyance at his incessant requests for ass play makes me bold today. I don’t think he grasps how off-putting and invasive it is whenever he tries it, so in my haze of uninhibited pleasure, I decide to show him instead. I slip my hands down his back and squeeze his ass, enjoying the flex of both solid mounds of muscle as he drives deep. Another orgasm threatens to break, my body already thrumming with it, my hips moving on their own to chase it. When I get close, I take the chance before I can chicken out and plunge one finger into him.
He jerks in surprise, then gasps and freezes as if he’s lost his breath. A second later, his body seems to catch up and he releases a desperate groan. But rather than object to the invasion, or pull away, his tight ring of muscle squeezes my finger. He shudders, grunting as his cock explodes inside me in a series of violent pulses more intense than I’ve ever felt. I completely forget about my
