Rock With Me(31)

“That tickles.”

“Mmm.” He grins and kisses my mouth, softly, playfully. I grip that piercing in my teeth and tug gently, and he smiles some more, moving his fingers more quickly.

I moan and squirm beneath him, and gasp as he presses his thumb on my clit.

“I’m not a guitar, you know,” I remind him as he continues to torment my labia with those talented fingers.

“Oh, but the sounds you make, sunshine,” he whispers and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him. He’s pressed against me, from hip to shoulder, his fingers playing me like an instrument, and to my surprise, I come again, violently.

He’s going to kill me.

“Leo,” I cup his face in my hand and look up at him, and for the first time in my entire life, the idea of having sex with him on top of me doesn’t freak me out. “I’ve never done this.”

“I know that’s not true, sunshine, you’ve done it with me.” He grins down at me, but I shake my head.

“Never in this position, on my back.”

“What?” He frowns down at me and pulls his hand out from between my legs and braces himself over me. “What do you mean?”

I close my eyes, regretting my words, and take a deep breath. “Exactly what it sounded like,” I whisper.

“Look at me,” he murmurs softly.

My eyes find his as he slowly shifts between my legs, covering me with his lean body, and I love the feel of his weight on me. He just rests here, allowing me to adjust to him, his hard cock pressed against my folds, his legs between mine, and I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He drops his forehead down to mine and pulls in a ragged breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Why?” His eyes are pinned to mine, and he looks worried and happy at the same time.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of giving someone that much control over me.” My voice is soft and I move my hips, sliding his cock against me. “God, you feel good.”

“You have to stop doing that, sunshine, I’m trying to go slow here.”

“Who said it needs to be slow?” I ask and brush my fingers down his face. “You can f*ck me hard like this.”

“It doesn’t always have to be rough to be good, Sam.”

I will not cry. I swallow and close my eyes. Jesus, what is he doing to me? He’s seen me sick, pissed off, and now he’s seeing me at my most vulnerable.

“Baby,” he whispers and gently kisses me. “I’ve got you.”

He reaches down between us and rolls on a condom, grips one of my hands in his, and pulls it close to our chests, and slowly, oh so slowly sinks inside me.

My breath catches as I look up into his eyes, at the look there that I’m not ready to label, and I hold him close as he begins to move, his cock strong and full, his pubic bone pushing against my clit with each gentle thrust.

I’ve never in my life had a man make slow, sweet love to me, and it’s this moody, amazing man giving it to me.

“My God, Sam,” he whispers. “You’re just so tight.”

His words, the tone of his silky voice, and the way his body is blanketing me is my undoing, and I feel the build coming from the base of my spine, my face flushes, and I cling to him as I fall over the edge, chanting his name.

“Yes,” he mutters against my lips and his body stills and then jerks as he comes inside me.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers and kisses a tear on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

I can just shake my head and blink my eyes. “No.”

“What is it?” His voice is soft.

“This is just new,” I respond and offer him a watery smile. “But it’s good.”

“I was aiming for really good.”

“You have good aim.”

He grins proudly and my phone starts to play the old Twentieth Century Fox theme song.

“That’s Luke.”

“He can wait.”

Leo kisses my nose, my forehead, and my cheek before settling his lips on mine again and brushing them back and forth.

And the phone goes off again.

“Something could be wrong,” I whisper. “I should answer.”

He regretfully pulls out of me and watches me move off the bed to find my phone that’s still in the pocket of my jeans.

“Hello?” I turn to find Leo lying, face down, face propped on his folded arms, smiling at me. I stick my tongue out at him.