Chapter Five

Shayla

At my words, Leo connects our lips again. This kiss is almost identical to the kiss we shared just a few minutes ago, but there's an underlying current, a promise of something more. It excites me, makes my core feel hot and the place between my legs feel damp. Leo's going to give me the things I don't even know I want.

He threads the hand that isn't on my cheek through my hair, his short nails scratching my scalp. I hum into his mouth, satisfied with the contact. Then, he uses the grip he has on my locks to angle my head slightly before dragging his tongue over the seam of my lips.

A shiver runs through me as I open up to him. I want to be one with him, for our bodies to merge into one. While his tongue explores my mouth, running over my front teeth, I know that's where this is heading. I can't wait.

The hand on my cheek starts to drift lower, his fingertips caressing the sensitive skin on my neck and bringing goosebumps to the surface. Nothing stops the whimper that comes from my throat. Leo smiles against me at the sound, apparently pleased with the effect he has on me.

"Can I take you to my bedroom?" he asks, separating our mouths and looking at me with a lust-filled expression. It takes my breath away, and I almost forget to respond.

"Yes," I say, feeling like I'm on the verge of begging. "Please take me to your bedroom, Leo."

He gives me a toothy, imperfect smile. It makes my stomach swoop, and even though I know we're about to get up and move, I lean forward to kiss him again. He chuckles against me, moving his hands to my waist as he pulls back once again.

"There'll be more of that soon," he says, standing up and bringing me to my feet with him. "I promise."

I nod, but I know he doesn't see it. He's already pulling me through his house, past the kitchen and down the hallway. I try to examine everything as we pass, but it's all a blur. Between the cloud of lust and the speed at which he's hauling me, my mind is scrambled.

When we get to his bedroom, he slows down and pulls me flush against him. He kisses me again, and this time it's so much more heated. I respond as best I can, knowing that my inexperience is showing. Leo doesn't seem to care, a growl escaping his lips.

We part with a smacking sound. It seems so obscene, but that only makes this whole interaction hotter. The reality of what's about to happen starts to sink in, and even though I thought it would make me nervous, it only makes me wetter.

"Let's get you on the bed," he murmurs, smoothing my hair in a comforting motion. "I'm going to take care of you."

"Okay," I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. It's so wanton and thin, like kissing Leo has made me a brand new person.

He walks me over to the mattress with a hand on my back, then he helps me onto his plaid sheets. I lie back, my head cushioned by the plush pillows, and watch as Leo undoes his belt and drops it to the side. Then, he climbs on top of me.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Should I take off my clothes," I blurt out, my face getting impossibly hotter as soon as the words leave my mouth.

"Such an eager little thing," he chuckles, kissing the tip of my nose. "But yes. I probably should have had you do that before I got you here. Get up for me."

I do as he says, sitting up while keeping my eyes locked on him. He reaches out, grabbing the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up over my head, leaving me with nothing but my bra to cover my chest. He reaches around behind me, giving me a sweet kiss as he makes quick work of the clasp lying flat against my back. Then, when he leans away, he takes the garment with him.

I feel exposed, but Leo doesn't give me time to dwell on it. His hands are insistent at the waistband of my jeans. When he gets the button and fly undone, he pats my outer thigh – a signal for me to lift my hips – and takes them along with my panties off in one swift movement.

All of a sudden, I'm laid completely bare in front of him. Half of me wants to cover myself up and hide away from him, half of me loves that I'm naked for him. I decide to push that thought down. Leo wants to see me. He wants to talk care of me and give me the "more" I've been craving. I can trust him with seeing my body. I can trust him in touching it and making me feel good.

"God, Nicole," he murmurs, his breathing coming out ragged as he carefully lies me back down. "You're absolutely beautiful. I might be the luckiest man on Earth."

I giggle, my own voice sounding far away in my ears. I don't know how to respond to that, but the praise makes me glow. If he thinks he's the luckiest man on Earth, then I'm the luckiest woman in the universe.

Leo cups my cheeks and leans down to connect our lips in another kiss. It's as much about getting his lips on mine as it is about getting me comfortable. I relax under him after a few seconds of sweet, delicate kisses. Then, once he can tell I'm ready for things to go further, the hand on my cheeks starts drifting down my neck.

I sigh into his mouth, his touch so soft, gentle and reverent that I feel like I'm being worshiped. It's like I'm his altar, his church. I am the most important thing in his life, and right here, right now, he's showing me his devotion.

When he reaches my bare breast, I nearly yelp at the contact. I didn't even know it, but my nipples are so sensitive. At my reaction, Leo smirks against my mouth as he rubs the pad of his finger over the pert, pink nub. When it's fully hard, he starts pinching at it, and I arch up into his touch.

Our kiss gets messy as I struggle to maintain composure. It's obvious that he doesn't care, because he keeps kissing me within an inch of my life while playing with my nipple. Then, when he's satisfied with what he's done, he moves onto the other side.

I'm prepared for the sensation this time, but it still knocks my breath away. Leo slows his kisses down, matching my sloppy, haphazard pace. It's indulgent and a little filthy. I don't ever want him to stop. I could die with my mouth occupied with his and I'd be happy.

When his touch finally drifts from my breast, I'm only vaguely aware of it. His fingertips trail down my stomach, making the muscles just beneath the surface of my skin contract. Then, his hand finds the top of my thigh, and he squeezes, firm and possessive.

He pulls away from me then, his gaze burning on my face. I'm about to ask what he's looking at when his fingertip grazes my inner thigh. I gasp, the touch completely unexpected. As though emboldened by my reaction, he lets his hand drift higher, the side of his hand brushing against my folds.

"You make the most amazing faces," he says, continuing to tease me. "I wish there was a way to kiss you and watch you. I'd rather kiss you while I do this, though."

"While you do what?" I ask.

I think I have an idea for what he's planning. His hand hasn't stopped the tiny, almost imperceptible movements that send jolts of electricity through my body. Still, I need to hear it from his mouth.

"This," he says as he finally runs his fingers firmly through my folds.

I can't even bring myself to care that I didn't get exactly what I wanted. His hand is even better than hearing him tell me what he's planning. My body nearly convulses, and as I'm reeling from his attention below my belt, his mouth is on mine again.

I don't know where to focus. His tongue is exploring my mouth while his fingers collect the dampness between my legs. Then, just when I think he can't make me feel any better, his fingertip circles my clit.

"Oh my god," I gasp against his lips as my legs twitch violently.

"That feel good, Shayla?" Leo asks, sounding incredibly satisfied with himself.

"Yes," I say, forcing my eyes open so I can get a look at him.

His pupils are blown, and his usually incredibly dark brown eyes are nearly black. His lips are spit-slick and slightly parted. His gaze flits all over my features like he can't quite decide where to focus his attention either.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with lust. "You really wanted this, didn't you?"

"Yes," I gasp, my hips bucking up against his hand without my permission. "I want it all."

"In due time," he promises before leaning down to kiss me again.

Leo continues teasing my clit as our lips slide together sensually. A pleasant warmth builds in my body starting in my stomach and spreading all the way through my torso and into my limbs. I know this is the beginnings of an orgasm, but I don't want to come yet. I want his hands on me as long as possible.

He doesn't seem to have the same qualms, though. When I'm not expecting it, he withdraws his touch from the bundle of nerves. I don't even have time to miss it before he's sliding one of his thick, strong fingers into my pussy.

The stretch is nice, but not nearly enough. If my mouth weren't so occupied with mine, I might voice that thought. Instead, I choose to enjoy the affections he's giving me. Maybe it's a good thing his one finger leaves me wanting. It means this will last longer, that I'll get more time with him.

"You make the most adorable little sounds," he says, pulling back from my mouth slightly.

I wasn't even aware of it, but now that he's pointed it out, I realize that I'm breathing heavily. Each exhale carries a soft, airy sigh. The stimulation is bringing out involuntary reactions that I can't quite get ahold of. Maybe I should care. Maybe I should be self-conscious. I'm not, though. I feel like a goddess. I feel like I'm the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world.

"You think you can take another finger?" he asks softly.

"Yes," I reply, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Good," he mutters, inserting another digit into my pussy. I inhale sharply, but push harder into his touch. "That's a good girl."

This time, I'm completely aware of the moan that escapes my lips. This was the stretch I was looking for, the pressure I wanted. I think I could still take more, but this is more than enough. The feelings of my impending orgasm get stronger. It's difficult to ignore the way the muscles in my body start to get tight. I feel like I'm a spring poised to go off at any second.

As if sensing how close I am, Leo changes the angle of his hand slightly. The heel of his palm rubs against my clit with each thrust of his fingers. It's obvious that he's doing everything he can to get me off, and I know it won't take long for him to succeed.

"Leo," I gasp, my back arching off of the bed. "Leo, I–"

"You close, sweet girl?" he asks, leaning back to smirk down at me as he continues his ministrations. When I nod, he chuckles and says, "Go on then, Shayla. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

I used to think it was silly, that coming on command was something that was only in smutty books, but now I know that's not true. It's as if his words possessed me. My orgasm is punched right out of my body. Pleasure overtakes me, and Leo's the one who willed it.

My climax is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It feels like I've lost all control of myself. My thighs clamp around his hand, and my eyes roll back in my head. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids as he continues to work me through it.

After thirty seconds, my pleasure starts to wane. The stimulation almost overwhelms me even though it's still just as sweet. It isn't until the sound of my whimpers changes that he stops touching me.

"God, you're perfect," he says as he cups my cheek and leans down to kiss me again.

It's lazy and indulgent. It strikes me that maybe it's not just me that's perfect. It's me and him together. Without him I'm just something average, a girl with a shitty roommate and no idea what I want to do with my life. With him, none of that matters. I'll find purpose and meaning. We'll find purpose and meaning.

While we make out, Leo lowers himself between my legs, and I feel a hardness in the front of his jeans. He hisses, pulling away from my mouth and lifting his hips. Apparently, he hadn't meant for me to feel that.

"Are you…" I start.

"I am," he chuckles, shaking his head. "You were just so gorgeous. You have me all riled up."

"Oh," I giggle, the idea of having this kind of effect on him.

"You know," he says, kissing my forehead," if you want, there's something else we can do that'll feel even better."

"I want it," I say. "Please."