With one thrust, he fills me as I cry out his name again. We both pause for a second, our foreheads touching, our breathing in sync, and we adjust to this incredible feeling of being connected in the deepest physical way possible once again.
“I need to move,” he whispers, and all I can do is nod. Leo slides almost all the way out of me, then back in, slowly this time, achingly slow.
“More,” I moan.
He pulls out again, and this time, he slams back in. One hand finds my ass and grips it hard, pulling me in to meet his thrust every time. We settle into a rhythm, Leo’s movements both familiar, yet new and exciting. My body responds the way it always has, with a steady build of the inferno inside of me.
All of a sudden, Leo pulls out, then manhandles me as if I’m nothing more than a rag doll, flipping me onto my stomach, grabbing my hips and lifting them in the air, then slamming back inside.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I shriek as his hand comes down to lightly smack my ass right before he grabs my flesh and squeezes it in his hands with a grunt. I never knew I was into this type of borderline rough, definitely dirty sex, but apparently, with Leo, I am. My back arches, my spine curving naturally, thanks to years and years of dance training.
“Fuck yes, babe. You’re perfect. God, Serena. I fucking love you.” He grunts out the words as he slams into my body.
When he lowers himself over my back and snakes one hand underneath me to find my clit once again, my hands give out on me, and I collapse onto my chest on the bed. Clutching the pillow as he pushes into me over and over, his hand teasing my clit, pinching and rolling it as I cross the point of no return, letting my release crash into me like a tsunami, wave upon wave of intense pleasure.
Even in my euphoric state, I still sense when Leo finally lets go. I can feel his release filling me and hear his voice hoarsely crying out my name.
And in the immediate afterglow, with our bodies tangled together on the mess of my sheets, I finally feel complete and at peace for the first time in twenty years.
Chapter fourteen
Leo
“I think it’s safe to say our sexual compatibility is still there,” I say once my breathing returns to normal.
Serena turns her head and giggles into my chest. “You aresucha nerd.”
“But I’m right, aren’t I? I’m pretty sure that was two orgasms for you, missy. I would’ve gone for three, but you seduced me with your smokin’ hot body and I got distracted.”
Her hand lightly smacks me. “Good grief Leo, deflate the ego a bit, would you?”
I capture her hand in mine, lifting it to my mouth so I can kiss it. “Do I want to know when you decided you liked a little spanking?”
“Umm, let’s see. It was… ”
I lurch my body up and over her and kiss her lips to stop her from answering. “I don’t really want to talk about the guys you’ve been with, Tippy. Not while we’re naked.”
She pushes against me firmly. “Would you let me finish? I was going to say it was about fifteen minutes ago, you big jealous idiot.”
I drop my head down to her shoulder with a chuckle. “Oh.” My lips find the curve of her neck and I trail kisses up to her ear, letting my teeth graze her skin, feeling her shiver in response. “The way your body responds to me is so fucking hot. I forgot how fun your flexibility can be.”
Serena’s moan has me hardening again — already. Jesus Christ. Knowing Violet is happy at Aunt Claire’s house for the night should make it easy for me to want to stay right here, throw her long legs over my shoulders, and dive back into Serena’s luscious body. As if she’s reading my mind, Serena shifts underneath me.
“When do you have to pick up Violet?” she murmurs, pressing her soft lips onto my chest.
“Umm, later?”
“Seriously?” She picks up her head, lifting her eyebrows at me, confused. “What exactly does later mean?”
“It means my brain is scrambled by the sexy naked woman lying on top of me.”
Her giggle has me grinning in response.
“Huh. Okay, I guess that naked woman better back off then so you can think straight.” She goes to lift off of me, but my hands hold her firmly in place.
“First, you forgot sexy. Second, you’re not going anywhere. I don’t need to think straight for —” I glance over at the clock on her wall “— at least another hour.”
“In that case… ”