11. Leila

ELEVEN

LEILA

L eila was still coming down from her post-orgasm high when she felt Rehn come up and position himself between her legs.

"Tell me now, Leila, if you don't want this," he said with his husky voice. "Because it is taking every bit of restraint I have right now to continue being a gentleman."

Her conscience told her this was a terrible idea, giving herself to him would allow him to think he held some sort of stake over her. But her body was a traitor, arching to feel his erection held captive in his slacks.

"I want this, Rehn. Please," she begged.

"You don't have to beg with that pretty mouth. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it," he snarled as he began to unbutton his slacks.

She hastily leaned up and began to claw at his shirt, trying to rid him of this barrier as fast as possible.

"Patience, Leila. We have all night," he grinned.

When he was bare to her, she took the time to admire his rugged physique. His thick biceps, his taut chest, the smattering of hair leading down to a massive erection, beads of precum leaking from the top.

Her breaths became short and shallow as she watched him lean in closer, his eyes locked onto hers like a predator stalking its prey. His fingers brushed against her bare thighs.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her back and making her quiver in anticipation. "I want you so badly." He moved his hand lower, caressing the bare skin of her mound. She arched into his touch, whimpering as pleasure rippled through her core.

His fingers found their way inside, teasing along the folds of her pussy, pushing two fingers deep inside with ease. He groaned softly against her ear, "Still so fucking wet, it's time I have a taste."

Leila gasped as he pulled away from their embrace and began his descent between her legs. Her heart pounded in her chest when he finally assumed the position and stared up at her with a haunting smile. She licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of him.

Her breath caught in her throat as Rehn leaned down toward her, his dark eyes ablaze with desire.

His lips brushed against her inner thigh, followed by a sharp intake of breath as he took in her scent - a mix of arousal and fear mingling in the air. Her legs trembled beneath him, anticipation building within her like a storm about to break free. She couldn't help but close her eyes and bite down on her lip when he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, tracing the outline before teasingly nipping and tugging at them.

A loud moan escaped from Leila's throat as Rehn finally engulfed her in pleasure. He sucked and lapped at her pussy like a man starved. And she was on the precipice of another orgasm. But just as she felt the tide rolling in, he withdrew.

"Not yet," Rehn whispered, his eyes heavy with desire. "The next time you come will be on this dick."

He placed himself between her spread legs once again and lowered himself carefully onto the couch. His warmth surrounding her made Leila feel even more aroused; she could feel every inch of his hardness pressing against her stomach while he positioned himself. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what was about to happen next. Rehn lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and positioned himself at the entrance to her tight heat – their bodies aligned perfectly – both eager for this union but hesitant at the same time. She closed her eyes tightly as he pressed forward slowly but surely into her wetness until he was fully seated within her.

"Ahh, Rehn!" A small cry escaped from deep within her at the feeling of fullness and stretching pain mixing together so wonderfully.

"So fucking tight," he growled out as he started moving slowly inside her. Each thrust was deliberate and measured while they began rocking their hips together in unison like two dancers learning an ancient rhythm.

His hands roamed over every inch of available skin possessively. His deep voice whispered dirty words in her ear, making her shiver with pleasure. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, their skin sliding against each other like silk. She reached for him, eager to feel his heat.

As they picked up speed, their moans turned into gasps for air. She gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he growled lowly and kissed her neck and collarbone. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved faster and faster, lost in the passion between them.

The room spun around them as they neared their peak together. Leila's body tensed with every thrust, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Rehn's mouth found hers and they kissed desperately while reaching their climax together.

With one final powerful thrust, Rehn released himself inside of Leila, sending them both into a state of blissful exhaustion. They lay panting and shuddering under the intensity of their shared orgasm.

With every gasp of breath, her eyes fluttered open to find him waiting for her reaction. He watched with intense hunger as she looked at him, embers of passion still burning bright in her gaze. Her body felt sore and full from his possession, yet it was a good kind of ache; she never knew such pleasure could be so intense. His eyes dipped to where he'd just been, his head tilted curiously as if wondering if he hurt her—but from the way she leaned into him now, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him closer… she knew she was relaying that he hadn't.

"Hold tight," he murmured against her neck. She obeyed without thought, trusting in the man who held her so tenderly. He scooped her up into his arms carefully and carried her to his bed down the hall.

The walls of Rehn's bedroom were adorned with rich, deep tones that seemed to mimic the night sky outside. A king-sized bed sat in the center, its black comforter and pillows invitingly rumpled, matching the darkness of the room itself.

The curtains were drawn shut, letting only a faint glow from the starlight filter through the windows. The air smelled of cedar and vanilla, mixing subtly with the scent of their sweat and passion. As they stumbled toward the bed, her muscles trembled as he carried her toward it.

She nestled into his broad chest, feeling safe and protected despite their needy breathing starting to slow down to normal levels. The soft rustle of fabric filled her ears as they settled onto the mattress. It almost sounded like waves crashing against rocks.

The sheets felt cool against her hot skin as she slipped down from his arms. When he lay down, she pulled him close for another tender embrace. She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair while placing gentle kisses along his neck and collarbones, relishing in every sensation that coursed through them both.

Rehn managed a small chuckle when she sucked on his earlobe playfully before pressing closer still, their bodies molding seamlessly together. Their hearts raced against each other's chests like thunder against a stormy sky as they caught their breaths together.

Leila gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed red from exertion and desire fulfilled. His hand trailed delicately down her side before cupping one of her hips gently—a reminder perhaps?—making her shiver slightly at his touch despite them both cooling down considerably from their passionate moments ago. He smiled reassuringly down at her before leaning over to grab a pillow and placing it under her head as he propped himself up beside her on an elbow, mirroring her position.

"Stay with me tonight," he said as his lips brushed across hers once more before trailing downward to nip at her jawline--his stubble rough against her soft skin sending shivers throughout the length of her spine once more.

"Okay, but I'm a cuddler, just so you know," she joked. He only smiled in response.

His fingers traced delicate patterns on her stomach, lightly sending goose bumps in response. Hers mirrored this action by running through his brown hair again soothingly while watching him intently out of the corner of her eye. This man who had just taken such possession over her body now showed an unexpected tenderness which made it all even more surreal for Leila.

She couldn't help but feel as if she was dreaming yet couldn't bring herself to wake up just yet wanting more moments like these where he made everything seem like poetic bliss rather than reality's harsh truths constantly nipping away at them both.

"If I can handle the snoring, I can handle the cuddling," he said with a grin. He quickly grabbed her and tucked her into his side. The warmth of his body and beard soothed her aching limbs. "Get some sleep, beautiful one," he said with a kiss to her forehead as he leaned over and turned off the lamp beside the bed. Darkness overtook the room, but despite it all, she never felt more safe.