Leo's Chance(64)

Her sobs pick up in intensity, gutting me completely. I pull her tight against me and rock her and although I expect her to push me away, she clings to me, letting me comfort her.

Her sobs subside after a little while, and she tilts her head and looks up at me, so incredibly beautiful even in her sadness. She studies me for a couple minutes, and then she takes her thumb and runs them over my cheeks, spreading wetness. Was I crying, too? I hadn’t realized.

Her hands still, but her eyes continue running over my face, taking in every part. Then she uses her hands to explore every feature, sweeping her fingers over my brow and my cheekbones, my nose and my jaw. Her eyes follow the movement of her own hands. I don’t say anything. I just wonder what she’s thinking, wonder if she’s seeing me as the boy she once knew. Her eyes meet mine and that live current rushes between us. I’m not sure what to do. I'm not sure what she needs right now. And so I remain still.

But when her eyes settle on my mouth and she moves her face toward mine, I meet her halfway. She seems wild, needy, and in minutes we’re both moaning into each other’s mouths. When I drag her sweater over her head and pull her bra down so that I can lick and suck her nipples, she gasps out, "Leo!" and I can’t help the satisfied growl that rises, unbidden from my diaphragm. No one has called me Leo in eight years and something about it fuels my lust for her. Something about it feels like starting over, like I can finally be myself, but unhampered by the emotional baggage that I collected in San Diego. With that one word, the unsure boy has taken a backseat. I’m all beast and it feels f*cking great.

"Say it again," I order, and she knows just what I mean, chanting, "Leo, Leo, Leo," as I lay her down, and she wraps her legs around me. "Make love to me, Leo," she says, her eyes looking deeply into my own.

I pause briefly when I see the look on her face. She wants this but not because she knows she can forgive me. She wants this in spite of the fact that she might not be able to.

I lower my head back to her breasts, kissing and sucking them until she’s writhing and rubbing herself against me. I know her body almost as well as I know my own now and I give her what I know she loves. She whimpers, arching her back and offering herself to me as I continue to worship the rosy peaks, focusing on one and then moving to the other.

"Please," she begs, "I need you."

"My Evie," I breathe, leaning off of her and undoing her jeans so that she can help me as I push them, and her panties, down her legs. Then I bring my hand back up between her legs and move my finger slowly against her swollen nub as I return my mouth to her breast. I move my finger on her in matching rhythm to the pulls I take at her breasts, and very quickly, she’s panting and breathing my name again, "Leo."

A bolt of pure arousal surges straight to my cock, and I jerk at the strength of it, feeling my balls draw up tightly to my body. I’m in serious danger of coming simply from touching her, hearing the sounds she’s making. We’re speaking in the simplest language, without using a word.

I plunge one finger inside of her and she’s slick with desire, practically dripping. I bring my thumb back up to her swollen clit, and her leg falls to the side, making sure I have plenty of room to pleasure her.

She opens her eyes to watch me with heavy lids, and gasps out another moan as I continue to stroke my fingers in and out of her, rubbing my thumb in circular motions. Watching her face is almost too much and I feel myself impossibly grow harder.

I rub and thrust with my fingers, watching her face and changing tempo just when I think she’s about to fall off the edge. I draw out her pleasure so that when she comes, she comes harder than she’s ever come before.

"Leo!" she begs, when I slow the tempo again. She raises her hips to claim her own pleasure.

I add another finger and pick up the pace like I know she likes, rubbing and thrusting rhythmically now. She moans and at the sound, so do I. I can see by the expression on her face that she’s right there.

"Come for me, Evie," I growl and her body tenses as she arches up off the couch, crying out my name over and over again.

I pull my own jeans off and as she’s opening her eyes, I flip her over. The need to claim her feels primal, almost animalistic. I don’t think, I just feel, acting purely on instinct now.

I pull her up and position myself at her entrance and plunge in as we both moan together. I begin thrusting, slowly at first but then faster as I say her name, and she answers back, "Leo, Leo, Leo."

I hold her hips for leverage and watch myself move in and out of her, shiny with her juices.

I grunt on every thrust. Evie is my world right now – the smell of her, our combined sounds, the feeling of her tight heat around me.

I hear her breath turn to pants and I reach around her and press my finger to her clit. She bucks beneath me, throwing her head back and thrusting her ass into me so that I go as deep as I can possibly go. My own climax explodes, so intense, it looks like fourth of July sparklers are being lit behind my eyelids.

I take several more strokes, drawing out the pleasure and then I stop, laying my head against her back as we both catch our breath.

After a minute, she starts sinking to the couch and I catch her, pulling out and turning her over as we cling to each other.

I sit up, bringing her with me and placing her on my lap, our naked, sticky skin against each other, our breathing slow and steady now.