His hands moved like he already knew what I liked. He cupped my breasts and kissed down my stomach slowly. I arched into him and his mouth found my n****e, warm and wet, and I moaned into the dim suite.
“Leo…”
“I’ve wanted this since the first time you talked back at me,” he said against my skin. “Maybe longer.”
His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me open like he had every right, and I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. His thumb rolled circles on my clit and I clutched his arm, breath shaky and short.
I pulled him up and kissed him hard, biting his lip until he groaned. He undid his belt and I helped him push off the rest. When he pressed against me, hard and hot and throbbing, I hooked my leg around his waist.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered as he moved between my thigh
