“Please, please, please,” I beg as I push back again.
Leo sits back on his heels and releases my clit, but he continues to reach deep into my core. He thrusts his fingers inside me again, hitting a new depth as he watches as my hands brush over my chest. I pinch my nipples, desperate for new sensation.
Leo groans at the sight of me writhing on the bed. “Fuck, Emma. That’s so fuckinghot.” But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing—hooking his fingers and focusing on the pressure at the front of my core. My mouth falls open into a silent cry as I arch again, forcing his fingers further into my warmth.
“So needy,” he murmurs. “Are you really so desperate to come?” Leo asks with a dark chuckle.
I clench onto his fingers. “Yes, please. I need to,” I whine as his fingers slide against my inner walls. I feel him spread them apart, gently stretching me open as he continues to work me into a panting heap.
“See, I think you don’t need to just yet.”
I scowl at him and thrust my hips up as I try to take more, feel more, just have more of him buried inside me.
“Please, Leo. I—I need to come,” I try again as desperation falls from my lips. Emma Brennan does not beg, but I find the pleas spill out of me for him like a compulsion.
Leo heaves an exaggerated sigh and withdraws his fingers. I shout my disapproval before he flips me over and tugs my ass up to prop me on my knees. Leo’s slick covered fingers press back into me before they still again.
“Fuck my fingers if you must.”
I feel the heat of his words settle into my core like a brand, but my jaw falls open as I look at him over my shoulder.
Is he fucking serious right now?
But he was, based on the amused smirk on his face. And I’m on fire. And when he curves his fingers down, toward that sensitive bit of tissue again, I buck against them with a moan.
“Good girl. Just like that,” he encourages when I begin to rock on my hands and knees with a growing pace.
My moans fill the bedroom, and I don’t even care if the staff can hear me when his thumb sweeps up over my clit mercifully. I cry out and let my head fall forward onto the bed to muffle my screams while his fingers begin to piston in and out of me again.
Leo’s other hand threads into my hair and he tugs my head back up.
“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me, Emma. I want to hear how beautifully you sing.”
Leo adds a third finger again and I wail when my orgasm hits me like a freight train. His fingers never stop working in and out, and his thumb repeatedly slides over my clit, until I tremble on my hands and knees and spasm around his fingers. He can feel how every muscle in my body tenses, the way they grip my fingers and pull them in further.
“Please, it’s too?—”
“Much?” Leo asks, never ceasing the near-agonizing attention to my clit, basking in the feel of every clench I provide against his dipped fingers.
“Yes,” I groan.
He finally withdraws his fingers and removes his hand, and I release a sigh as my head drops back to the mattress. I loll it tothe side and peer up at him, seeing how pleased and smug he looks.
Asshole.
“Good girl,” he says sweetly. His fingertips slowly skate up the curve of my ass, and glide smoothly between the cleft of my cheeks.
I reach back and smack his hand away before rolling onto my back and pushing up on my elbows. I crook my index finger at him.
Leo crawls back up my body, kissing a path up my stomach, between my breasts, my throat, before finally reaching my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s so fucking hot.
“My turn,” I murmur against his lips, and I push at his shoulder until he rolls onto his back.
Leo goes willingly, his hands sliding into my hair as I kiss down his chest. His cock is hard against his stomach, and when I wrap my hand around it he groans.
“Emma,” he breathes, watching me with dark eyes as I stroke him slowly.
I take my time, kissing down the ridges of his abs, following the trail of dark hair that leads to where he’s hard and wanting. When I finally take him in my mouth and feel its soft, swollen head rest against my tongue and the salty tang from its weeping tip, Leo’s hands tighten in my hair and his hips buck slightly, sliding his cock further into my mouth with a hiss. I brush my tongue under his length and lean forward.