“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow.
I love doing this to him. I love the way he loses that careful control, how his breath comes faster, along with the sounds he makes when I do something he particularly likes.
I lean forward further and feel his length nudge the back of my throat. This causes Leo to moan, a drawn-out sound that causes me to pull back and take him deeper again. I begin to bob up and down his length, feeling the wetness build between my thighs.
His sounds are encouraging, tiny grunts and gasps every time his cock hits the narrow passage at the top of my throat. His fingers card through my hair and settle behind my head with just enough pressure to let me know I’m doing exactly what he wants and needs.
Leo utters praises and encouragement that only leads me showing more enthusiasm. On the next slide down his cock, I take him further than before. The swollen head slides into my throat and I gag just before I feel him stiffen.
“Ohfuck,” he gasps. “Fuck—I—fuck. Oh, yes,yes—Emma just like that.”
I moan around his cock, and Leo mutters curses at the vibrations then thrusts deeper into my throat.
“Fucking hell, Emma. Humming around my cock. A little more,” he grunts.
I gag again and feel my eyes burn with tears, but I blink them away to keep the image of him unobscured.
“Be a good girl and relax your throat. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He moans and slides his entire length back in. I feel his cock stretch my throat and I choke against the depth, but he holdshimself buried down my throat with his fingers pressed into my hair.
Leo’s other hand falls on my face and his thumb brushes against my cheek. It’s soft and comforting as I fight the urge to gag, willing myself to take whatever he gives me. But suddenly, I feel myself finally relax as my breaths slow into tiny huffs that exit my nose.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” Leo praises before he withdraws and slides back in.
The reflex to gag was still present, but it lessens with each desensitizing thrust. Leo begins to fuck my mouth and throat in earnest. His hold on my head is firm while his groans grow soft and needy.
I’m captivated by the sight. Leo flushed, sweaty, and coming undone right before my eyes as he continues to thrust.
“I’m going to come down your throat. Never want to come anywhere else. Always in you,” he rambles through panted breaths as his eyes grow half-lidded.
My hand slides between my legs at his words, unable to refrain the burning hot need to gain some friction. My finger begins to slip across my clit, and I moan deeply, a throaty moan that shakes his cock and quickens his thrusts.
“Shit, fuck, fucking take it,” he hisses. I feel his length twitch and spurt warm cum into the back of my throat. I swallow, not even having a chance to taste him. My throat contracts tightly and Leo hurriedly withdraws, clearly overcome by the sensation.
“Fuck,” he exhales and looks down at me. “You good?”
I nod dazedly. That was…I don’t even have words for how good that was.
Leo pulls me up for a deep kiss, not caring that he can taste himself on my tongue just like I tasted myself on his.
“You’re going to kill me,” Leo says when we break apart, both of us breathing hard.
“What a way to go,” I reply with a grin.
Leo laughs then in one smooth motion he’s flipping me onto my stomach, his body covering mine from behind. I can feel him already getting hard again—the stamina of this man is incredible—and I arch my back, pressing my ass against him.
“Insatiable,” Leo murmurs against my ear, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Look who’s talking,” I shoot back, and I feel him smile against my neck.
He positions himself behind me, one hand splayed across my stomach to hold me in place, and then the blunt head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.
He enters me slowly, and the angle is different like this and it’s somehow deeper. I moan as he fills me inch by inch.
“Fuck, Emma,” Leo groans when he’s fully seated inside me. “You feel so good.”
He doesn’t move for a moment, just holds me against him, his hand on my stomach, his face buried in my neck. I can feel his heart beating against my back and can feel every inch of him inside me.
Then his hips snap forward and it’s slow, lazy thrusts that make us both moan. His hand slides from my stomach to between my legs, fingers finding my clit again, and I push back to meet each thrust.