I stepped inside and closed the door softly behind me. He sat up straighter, and lifted his chin, indicating for me to come closer. I walked over and stood in front of him.
“How come I never saw your tattoo?” he asked, his eyes seeming to roam my body as if he might be able to spot it through my clothes.
I giggled softly. “You always eavesdrop on conversations?”
“My ears were burning. Now where is it?”
I slowly began to turn, lifting my shirt over my head as I went. I twisted it in my hands as I showed him my back. A light touch of his fingers had shivers running through my body, his hands cold against my skin that had been warmed by the sun outside.
“A tree?” he asked as he traced the branches with his fingertips.
“Family tree. It has my grandparents, my parents, my step dad and Sammy, my brother,” I explained. Another hand came to rest on my hip, and he used it to pull me back toward him.
“Thought you didn’t get along with your step dad?” he asked. He was so close now I could feel his breath against my skin.
“I don’t, but he gave me Sammy, and he makes my mom happy. We might not see eye to eye, but if he makes her happy, he matters.”
His hands stilled on me, and I wondered if I should turn around.
“Why just up one side, why not up the middle?”
I laughed. “So many questions. One day I’ll have my own family, and that’s where it will go.” My family tree ran up the right side of my spine, leaving the left side completely blank. I hoped that one day I would fill it. I’d considered it with Simon, thinking that that was the beginning of my family, we’d have kids, they’d have kids. But for some reason I’d always held back, telling myself that I’d wait until we actually had children before I got it done.
When his lips touched my back, I jumped but his hand held me firmly in place. His beard brushed against my soft skin as he moved from the small of my back, upward. I arched my back, and he used one hand to brush my hair over the front of my shoulder as his lips and tongue made the journey up my spine. I could feel him rising to his feet behind me, and soon his lips had moved to my neck.
Tossing my shirt to the floor, I placed one of my hands over his where it stayed connected to my hip. While his other moved around the front of my body, sliding over my flat stomach and pulling me back against his leather-clad chest. I let him take control, still not quite sure what he was feeling at that time. He seemed down, upset maybe or angry.
I felt like he didn’t need words at the moment, that he just needed to feel. And for Leo, I’d give anything if I knew that would make him feel better. I squeezed his hand as he continued to lap and suck at my neck, tilting my head to the side and leaning back into him. The way his hand drifted over my body so softly, not yet reaching for my pants or my bra, told me what I needed to know. This wasn’t him needing a fuck to get him going again, or release or whatever was burning him up inside, this was him needing me.
I could feel it.
The intense emotions in the room swirled around us. There was more between us than either of us wanted to admit face to face. We both felt it and fought it. But in this moment, I could feel him letting go.
I took a deep breath, turning my body in his arms. My hands moved to his club cut, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms. I held it gingerly in my hands, stepping back and walking over to hang it on the back of the door. I knew how much these boys valued their colors. Respecting them showed that I respected the man himself. They were never tossed or thrown around, and they were always placed somewhere visible to the men.
He stood still, watching me as I returned to him and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor beside me. His hands reached for my jeans, but I grasped his wrists and looked up at him. “For now, just let me be there for you,” I told him quietly.
The harshness in his face seemed to soften a little, and he withdrew. I trailed my hands down his chest, admiring his body, studying it, committing it to memory. His muscles twitched as I brushed over them and I smiled. When I reached his buckle, I made quick work of pulling it open and flicking the button. His jeans practically fell to the floor, revealing him bare underneath.
“Lay on the bed,” I told him, pressing my palm against his stomach.
He obliged, stepping back and out of his jeans and shuffling himself into the middle of the bed. I crawled up between his legs, my eyes fixed on the large cock that now sat proudly pressed against his stomach. I held his eyes as I pressed my tongue to its base and moved up, licking the entire length. The strong muscles in his legs tensed as I repeated the movement, this time taking the head into my mouth and sucking softly.
I wrapped my hand around it, pumping slowly as I bobbed my head up and down, delighting in the way he seemed to fight to control himself. I proceeded to lick and suck and drive him crazy, not just him, though. My nipples were straining against the lace of my bra so badly that it almost hurt and my panties were soaked through.
As I continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, I moved my hand down and began to undo my jeans and pull down the zipper. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait, my body desperate to be joined with his.
It was at that point I knew he felt the same as he wound his fingers through my hair and pulled my head up so I was looking at him. His eyes burned into me. “Can’t wait any longer. Need you.”
I licked my lips as he released me, allowing me to climb off the bed and remove what was left of my clothing before I crawled back toward him.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said so quietly I thought I may have imagined it.
My skin flushed, and for the first time I felt a little shy as I moved my knees to either side of his hips, his cock already slipping against the outside of my wet pussy. It hadn’t taken much for me to realize that the chemistry between Leo and I, was so much more than what I’d felt with the other men. With them, it was just an act where the both of us worked together to create pleasure and to reach that distant peak.
But with Leo, I wanted more.
I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel every emotion that he shared. I felt as though it was more than just feeling pleasure, it was like the satisfaction of finding the final puzzle piece and placing it in the puzzle and feeling as though you’d created something so perfect and so whole.