“What’s wrong?”
“We have all night. This isn’t a quick fuck, sunshine.” He nibbles the corner of my mouth and down to my jaw line. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m going to lose myself in you. I’m going to make love to you, baby.”
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do.” He interrupts, and eyes on mine, and kisses me again. “You do know.”
I glide my fingertips down his side to his ass and my hands clench when his fingertip circles around my nipple, tightening the sensitive skin.
“I love your breasts,” he whispers and pulls the nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. “So responsive.”
“I love your mouth.” I squirm beneath him as he gently bites the tight nipple. “Can’t get enough of it.”
“Good.” He chuckles and kisses my jawline again and up to my lips. He continues to kiss my mouth, his tongue teasing mine, as his hand glides down my torso, over my stomach, to my core, and pushes two fingers over my clit and into my folds.
“Oh, God.” My back automatically arches, pushing me against his hand. “God, you have good hands.”
“I love how wet you get,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
He nibbles down to my collarbones and farther still to my breasts, paying them both close attention. His fingers are moving rhythmically through the lips of my labia, almost tickling me.
“Haven’t we already decided that I’m not a guitar?” I ask.
“You’re better.” He licks my navel, pulls my piercing gently with his teeth and then kisses it sweetly. “This piercing will be my undoing.”
“All those piercings you have.” I gasp as one of his fingers dives inside me and brushes my sweet spot. “And my little navel piercing turns you on?”
“It’s hot as hell on you, baby.”
“I like yours too, even the eyebrow.”
“Yeah?” His lips move lower down my abdomen to my pussy and then he leans back and just stares at my core.
“What are you looking at?”
“I love how pink you are.” He grins wickedly and then leans in and licks me, from my anus to my clit and back down again. “God, you taste good.”
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as my hips begin to move like they have a life of their own. He spreads my legs wide and pins them down to the mattress with his forearms, and uses his hands to spread my pussy wide and buries his face in my core, thrusts his tongue inside me, then closes his mouth and moves that glorious piercing all over my lips and up to my clit.
“Dear God, that lip is awesome,” I mutter and feel him smile against me. “Is that why you got it?” I ask, panting.
“No, side benefit.” He does it again.
“Leo.” God, I can’t breathe. I can’t even open my eyes. He’s turning me inside out.
“Mmm…”
“Need you, Leo,” I whisper, not even sure if the words are actually coming out of me, or if they’re simply in my head.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Okay, so I spoke them aloud.
“I need you inside me.” I shake my head against the pillow, going out of my mind with lust. If he turns me on any further, I’ll die.
Or burst into flames.
“I’ll get there,” he mutters and continues to assault my pussy with his mouth.
“Please,” I whisper and then whimper when he latches those amazing lips onto my clit and sinks two fingers inside me.
He’s trying to kill me.
I come like crazy around his fingers, my hips bucking and pushing against him, and finally he kisses and licks his way back up my body, rests his lower body against mine, and braces himself on his elbows on either side of my head, his hands in my hair and his face only centimeters from mine. My hands drift up and down his back and up over his shoulders so I can trace the tattoos on his arms.
“I love your ink,” I whisper and watch my fingers on his skin. “What does this one mean?”
“It represents the first song that I wrote that we recorded on our first album,” he replies, watching me intently.
“And this one?” I ask, tracing the other shoulder.
“That was the original artwork from the third album, but the studio chose to go with something different.” He brushes a piece of hair off my forehead and kisses me gently there.
“What about this?” I ask, touching his forearm.
“That one reminds me of Meg.”
“Really?” I ask with a smile.
He nods and nuzzles my nose with his. “If we keep this up, we’ll be here all night.”
“We have all night,” I remind him with a smile.
“Let’s continue the tattoo talk in a little while,” he suggests.
“Okay, what would you like to do in the mean time?” I continue to trace his ink with my finger.
“I can think of a few things.” He slowly sinks inside me. “Jesus, sunshine, I never get used to being inside you without a cover.”
“Mmm…” I agree and sigh as he keeps his hips still, seated completely inside me. “You feel so good.”
He links my hand with his, kisses my fingers, and lifts my hand over my head to rest against the bed. He clenches his hand firmly as he begins to move in and out of me, slow, but steady. He rests his forehead on mine.
“I’ve never in my life felt like this,” he murmurs and continues to make love to me. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Sam. More than music. More than anything.”