“More, Leo. I need you again.” I reached for him, wrapped my hand around his still hard cock, grateful he didn’t appear to need time to recover. I didn’t want to wait.
When he caught his breath and let his hand fall to his side, his cock was still hard, still aiming straight for me.
“Obviously, I have little control with you,” he said. “You’re too lovely. Seeing your breasts, your pussy, my cum coating it. You are very beautiful, mate. Perfect.”
I licked my lips, wondering how he’d taste—not only his cock but his chest, the tips of his fingers… every inch of his skin—and I swayed toward him, licking my lips. It was as if he were a drug and I needed another fix.
“No. It is you who needs tending,” he said. “To come until your Ardor is soothed.”
I did feel better after the orgasm, but not completely sated. I wanted more. I was eager for it. Primed, even. But Leo, in all his newfound prowess, had been a virgin until a few minutes ago. I got a sense of his bossiness, but his cock would be ruling him now. He’d be like a teenage boy.
I was the experienced one here. If I wanted him to do something, I’d have to tell him. Or… I could show him what I liked, for how else would he know. I had no doubt he’d like it, too.
“Get naked and get on the bed,” I said, practically repeating his words.
He eyed me for a moment, thinking. Perhaps a female hadn’t bossed him around before? Tough. My pussy had needs and I was going to take them—and him—into my own hands.
He stripped at record speed and I settled on the bed, watching as he showed me everything. Muscled shoulders that made me sigh. Tapered waist. Thighs thick as tree trunks. And that cock, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
“How long do you think it will take for you not to spontaneously come when you see me?” I asked, smiling at him. I was teasing, but also serious. We couldn’t leave this apartment if he would come in his pants if his cock was out of control.
“If I don’t breathe in your flowery scent, see the way your nipples tighten beneath my fingers or the way your pussy opens to my cock, then tomorrow.”
“And otherwise…”
His hands gripped the blanket, his eyes roving over me as if he couldn’t get enough. “Otherwise, perhaps the day after. Or next week, all depending on how many times I take you. Make you scream with pleasure. Watch your eyes glaze over as you come, as you milk my seed. Make me yours. Take my joining energy. I will come inside you mate, over and over, until you can’t hold any more. Until you don’t need. While you can have any male of your choosing, as your mate, I will take you until can’t think of anything but me.”
My pussy clenched at the idea of him coming again and again. And again.
“Well, let’s see whose need is sated first,” I replied, crawling over to him.
His eyes flared at the position, at the way the tip of his cock nestled against my lips. I licked the flared crown and he groaned, burying his fingers in my hair. Urging me on.
“What are you doing, mate?”
I grinned. “I learned a few things, too.”
Lifting up, I hovered over his cock, then lowered my open mouth down, one delicious inch of him filling me at a time.
The bedding ripped in his hold when I swallowed, sucked. Teased.
With one strong tug on my hair he lifted me and I rose up on my knees, finding his mouth with mine for a kiss that went on and on until my pussy was weeping, aching. Throbbing.
“Leo.”
“I know what you need.” Before I knew what was happening, I was on my hands and knees and he thrust into me from behind.
The new position—his huge cock—filled me even more. Stretched me as he wrapped his hands around my hips and lifted me off the bed so he could kneel behind me. He positioned me, my legs splayed outside of his.
“Put your hands around my neck and don’t move them without permission.” His order was almost a growl but I complied without thinking. His cock felt so good. His skin pressed to my back. My thighs. So much skin. So much heat. His body was feeding mine once more. Lighting me up on the inside. Making me burn. Want.
I’d do anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
“Leo. God. Please.” I lifted my hands back up behind my head and locked them around his neck, tugging on his hair in a silent demand that he hurry. Move. Thrust. Fuck me.
He moved one hand to my breast, holding me in place as he pumped up into me, lifting his body and mine. The other hand? I rocked my hips, whim
pered as his fingertips found my exposed clit and rubbed. Played. Rolled the small nub between his fingers.