Leo's Chance(36)

I trail kisses down her thigh and bring my head up. She still has her eyes closed, her head turned to the side, hair spilling over most of her face. I grin as I crawl back up and kiss her neck before collapsing next to her. I pull her into me and she feels like a wet noodle in my arms. I grin again and close my eyes. But they snap open a few minutes later when I feel her hand go under the bottom of my t-shirt and rub over my stomach, tracing a finger along the muscles there. My cock jumps in my boxers.

She leans up over me and scoots my shirt up, and I watch her as she does this, the look on her face one of both concentration and nervousness. If she only knew the extent to which she affects me, she wouldn’t have an ounce of anxiety in her mind. She really can’t go wrong here. Her naked body in a bed is pretty much all I require. Whatever happens after that is only going to be good.

I reach my arms up and sit up slightly as she bites her full bottom lip and pulls my shirt up and over my head, looking sexy as hell. She tosses it on the floor, her rosy nipple coming close to my face as she bends over me. I lick my lips, wanting that small, perfect bud in my mouth. But this is her show now and I stay still. I love watching her take over, a peaceful contentedness washing over me, despite my raging hard on, at how far I’ve already come in just one night with Evie regarding my control issues in bed. My healer. My tamer.

She leans back and her eyes wander up and down my chest, right before she leans over and kisses and licks her way down, stopping at one nipple, licking and sucking it between her lips. I groan at the feel of her sweet little mouth on me and I feel her smile against my skin. All these sensations are so new for me, so many of them things I’ve never experienced before.

And then, oh God, oh yes, her hand wanders down my stomach and I beg her in my mind to keep going. I’m aching with the need to be touched, for her to take me in her hand, or her mouth. But I don’t know if she’s ready for the latter just yet.

"Teach me what you like," she whispers, heat in her eyes.

"Just put your hand on me. I just want you to touch me," I say, not caring that I sound desperate.

I lean up slightly and pull my boxers down so that she has access.

She scoots down and when she wraps her warm hand around my straining cock, it jerks in her hand. Oh, Jesus, just the feel of her hand gripping me feels so good, pre-cum beads on the tip. She takes her thumb and rubs it in slow circles expertly, making me wonder if she’s touched another man before – or is that just instinct? Jealousy threatens, boiling up in my chest. I know I’m a hypocrite, but I can’t help my reaction, even though I know it’s unjustified. But then she looks at me questioningly, wondering what to do next, and I relax.

"Move your hand up and down, baby," I choke out. "Like this." I put my hand over hers and show her what I like. I see her clench her thighs together and her eyes widen at the sight of both of our hands on my length. I like it too. There’s something highly erotic about teaching her about my body, about her being so eager to know what I like. No one has ever cared about that before. Maybe we’re both learning together.

She begins moving her hand, and it feels so f*cking amazing, I clench my eyes shut and just enjoy the sensation of her hand stroking me, slowly at first, but then faster. I can tell she’s moving her hand in response to my breathing and that turns me on even more.

I want to enjoy this, make it last, hold back on purpose, but it feels so good, I just relax and let my body have its way. I feel my cock swelling in her hand, my balls pulling tight as the sparks shoot from my belly, and I choke out Evie’s name as I come almost as hard as I did last night.

"Oh God!" I moan out as her hand slows. Will it always be like this with her? Holy shit. I’ll be dead by the time I’m thirty-two. But what a way to go. Death by orgasm. He came so hard he had an aneurism. Lucky bastard.

When I open my eyes, Evie is grinning proudly at me as if she’s just found the cure for cancer. I can’t help it – I burst out laughing. She’s so f*cking cute. And hot. And all mine.

We both keep grinning as I sit up slightly and reach under her arms and drag her over me so that she’s lying on top of me, staring down into my eyes. "You’re a natural," I joke, only not really.

She lays her head on my shoulder and nuzzles into my neck, and we lay like this for what feels like a long time, me just reveling in the feel of her, the perfection of the way her body fits against mine.

"I'm gonna run a bath for you while I make breakfast. Then you're gonna spend the day with me." There’s no way she’s going to be out of my sight today. Not after last night and this morning. No way. Plus, I want to spend more time just having fun with her. I haven’t gotten enough of that yet.

"Hmmm… Bossy," she mutters, smiling.

She gets up and starts walking to the bathroom and I put my hands behind my head, watching the amazing view of Evie’s naked backside. I’m smiling as I sit up to pull on my t-shirt and boxers.





CHAPTER 18


I make breakfast while Evie soaks in the tub. I hear her humming to herself and I can’t help the smile that stays permanently on my face as I get dishes out of the cabinet and food out of the refrigerator. Everything about this feels so right, like my life is finally back on the track it was always supposed to be on. Plus, I’m on a high after the most amazing night of sex I’ve ever had. Something that hasn’t felt a day's peace since I left Cincinnati eight years ago is finally at rest, and the relief in that sensation is overwhelming. I’ll never get enough of her. And the fact that this girl, the one I’ve loved with everything I am from the time I was a kid, is every dream come true for me in bed, too, is somehow miraculous, as if it’s just one more piece of proof that we were created to be together.