“Come closer,” he ordered, this time I obliged. Slipping my jeans and panties down, I stepped out of them and moved to the side of the bed.
I bent my back, putting my pussy and ass completely on show, only feet from where he sat. Bracing one hand on the wall, I used the other to reach between my legs and continue to build the orgasm that I could already feel settling over my body.
I heard a zipper and froze, looking over my shoulder.
“Ain’t touching,” he confirmed. “But fuck, can’t watch you get off while I just sit here with a fucking hard cock.”
My breathing began to quicken, I couldn’t see him touching himself, but I knew he was and that was enough to send a whole new rush of excitement through my body.
“Damn fucking hell, baby,” he gritted.
Part of me wanted to say fuck it, and jump on his dick, my pussy aching now to feel him inside me. But I’d started this, I was going to finish.
“Leo,” I whispered, my heart racing. “Oh God, it feels good.”
My fingers were slick with moisture and sliding across my clit so fast. I locked my knees, knowing that it was going to hit me hard and fast, and collapsing to the floor wasn’t my idea of sexy.
“Oh God.” I flung my head back, pressing my palm hard against the wall as the wave rushed over me. My body wasn’t sure what to do. It took me higher and higher and then suddenly came crashing down sending sparks and explosions through every single muscle of my body.
I groaned loudly as I rode it out, moving my hips against my hand, grinding them like I was riding his cock. I raised my other hand to the wall, trying my best not to let my shaky knees give way. My heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to breathe.
There was no time for that, though, and I cried out as Leo’s tongue swept over my tingling pussy. “Holy shit,” I gasped, his hands latching onto my hips as he lapped and sucked away my release.
“Fuck it,” he growled, pulling away. I was about to turn, desperate to see him but before I could, hot liquid spurted across my ass cheeks, tickling my burning skin as it dripped down over my curves.
I turned my head, just in time to see him deliver a sharp slap, right where he’d left his release. I jumped, spinning on unstable feet and attempting to glare at him through the orgasmic haze that still held reign over my body.
His jeans pooled around his ankles, and he still had his cock in one hand, and it was still completely hard. “You trying to fucking kill me?”
I smiled weakly, leaning back against the wall. “Maybe.”
“Fucking, damn,” he groaned, his eyes running over my body one last time before he reached for his jeans.
Stepping closer, he pinned my body against the wall. I was thankful, thinking I would possibly drop to the floor soon, my legs still shaking.
He lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips and sending a whole new wave of excitement through my body. I could taste myself on his lips. “You’re getting cum on the wall,” he whispered, pulling back just far enough to allow air into our lungs.
“I’ll clean it off.”
His eyebrows raised. “With your tongue?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“That’d be sexy as fuck,” he retorted, a smile creeping onto his lips.
I frowned. “Get off me you animal. I need to shower.”
He stepped back. “You started it…” he paused, smirking at me, “…I’ll finish it.”
I rolled my eyes, pushing at his chest as I forced my legs to move to the bathroom. “Pack your bags, caveman.”