“Come here, Tinsley.” I go towards him, stepping in between his thighs. Leo’s hands slide under the edge of my shirt, holding my hips in his firm grasp. My hands delve into his hair, massaging him as I move my fingers through it.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I think I should be asking you that. I practically kidnapped you from your parents, uprooted your life, and we’re basically on the run,” he says, trying to hide his need for sleep.
“I’m okay, I promise.” He pulls me in, wrapping me up in his arms. His head lands between my breasts, and he holds me. I’m not sure if it’s for my sake or his own. I bask in this moment, both of us being still. Not a word is spoken, nothing needs to be said. We stay like this for a few minutes until Leo lifts his head.
“Why don’t we do one better, you wash my back and I’ll wash yours.” He wiggles his eyebrows, causing me to laugh. The heaviness that was on his face moments before has all but disappeared.
“That was the worst. Who uses that anymore?” I question while trying to get my laughter under control.
“Your man,” he grunts, standing up. Leo picks me up, hoisting me over his shoulder and marching towards the bathroom.
“I guess we’re showering together? Saving water and all that?” My hand uses his ass for purchase and maybe to feel him up a little bit. I mean, it’s only fair, right? His own hand is on my ass, practically doing the same thing.
“Damn straight.” Leo slides me down the length of his body, allowing us both to feel each other, every slope and curve of my body. When I feel the bulge of his length, it makes me long to feel it deep inside me.
“Leo.” My breath leaves me. He cups my cheek as he kisses me. Leo isn’t slow and tentative, oh no. He devours me, as if he’s wanted me as long as I’ve wanted him, from the moment I first laid eyes on him in my father’s study. I knew then Leo was the one for me, even with the weight of the world falling down on my shoulders.
“I feel you, baby, but I’m not taking you yet. When I do, you’ll be in my bed, naked, writhing beneath me, and I’ll take you all fucking night long.” His words make the ache inside me build higher while also plummeting my hopes that tonight will be the night.
“Okay.” I step back from him, ripping my clothes off, knowing that Leo really needs the rest, but also, I really want us both to find pleasure.
“Slow down, Tinsley. We have time, and I want to watch as you show me every inch of your body. A body that I’ve been fantasizing about more than I’ve ever had the right to, until now.” My shirt is over my head, my leggings long since discarded. I’m in nothing but my matching bra and panties. It’s the one thing I splurge on for myself. All of them have to match, no matter if it’s cotton, lace, satin, or silk.
I nod and slow things down, taking my hair out of its messy bun, letting the long tresses fall around my shoulders.
“Your turn,” I respond. Now that he’s asking me to hold on, I want to take everything in that is Leo Martinez. He pulls his shirt over his head, giving way to his warm skin tone, muscular build, and hair that’s sprinkled across his chest. My gaze never leaves his hands as he unbuckles his belt and then the button of his pants. We both stepped out of our shoes the moment we entered the room, or this could have really gotten awkward.
My breath hitches when he lets his pants fall to the ground. Last night, he was in shorts when we went to bed. Tonight, he stands in front of me sans clothes, and he’s definitely not wearing boxers or shorts. My eyes home in on his slight happy trail that leads to the small thatch of hair giving way to his hard length. The way it’s pointing towards his navel, long and thick, has my mouth salivating.
“Don’t even think about it, Tinsley.” He’s reading my thoughts plain as day. My knees are threatening to buckle. I want to lick, suck, and taste Leo’s cock.
A whimper sounds. I don’t realize it’s coming from me until Leo stalks towards me, like I’m his and only his. I don’t move. It’s not until the water is raining down on our slick skin that I realize we’re in the shower. My bra and panties are still on, the fabric becoming translucent. Leo’s eyes are devouring me, all of me, the curves, the softness in my midsection, and by the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if he couldn’t want me more.
“God, Tinsley. You’re fucking beautiful.” His voice is like a prayer. When Leo’s lips land on mine, I immediately open for him, wanting to savor his flavor as our tongues twine together, both of us giving what the other wants. The palm of his hand curves around my breast. I’m thankful that this is a lace set, so I can feel the heat of him through the fabric.
“Leo,” I moan. He takes his mouth away from mine. I feel his tongue lapping along the way to where he sucks on that spot, that very spot that has my hips searching for the friction I so badly need. Leo loves to tease my collarbone. It sets off something that’s explosive deep inside of me.
I want his mouth on my breasts, so I reach behind my back for the clasp as his mouth makes a path to my aching chest.
“Yeah, beautiful, show me what you want,” he groans against my skin. I drop my arms, and the lacey scrap of fabric drops to the floor. My hands reach for the band of my panties, wanting to slide them off, when Leo’s lips land on my nipple. I look down, watching as he watches me. It’s the highest of highs.
His tongue lashes at one nipple then moves to the other, his hands roaming my body, leaving my flesh warm and tingling. My hands gravitate to his shoulders, finding purchase as one of my legs hooks around his narrow waist, needing to feel him even if he won’t take me tonight.
“More,” I croon. Leo grabs my thigh, pulling us as close as we can physically get. The scrap of lace hindering me from feeling him completely.
“I’m going to give you more, but first I’m going to kiss, lick, and suck these pretty nipples. Then I’ll get down on my knees, my face in your pussy as I taste you. And, Tinsley?” The heat in his eyes tells me he means every bit of what he says.
“God, Leo. I want that so damn much.” Leo does what I least expect—he grinds his cock against my mound, causing me to arch further into him.
“I’m going to make you come again and again.” Then I feel his warmth leave my body. I open my eyes, wanting to see what Leo is doing. He’s down on his knees before me. Those calloused hands of his against my smooth skin leave a searing path of heat. My panties are being peeled off my body until they hit my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them to the side. I’m standing in front of him, the man who has become the only person I could ever depend on or lean my head on his shoulder when I need someone to just be there with me. That’s who Leo is. Not all of him—there’s no way he could ever be one dimensional, not with all the facets he’s shown me along the way.
His head rests on my lower abdomen. I watch as his shoulders rise and feel the exhale as his shoulders deflate, and that’s when I realize Leo was breathing me in, he was fucking scenting me. Something tells me this is a way of marking some kind of ownership of me. Little does he know, he doesn’t have need to. He’s mine as much as I’m his.
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