15. Leila

FIFTEEN

LEILA

S he was drowning in emotional vulnerability and desire all at the same time. There was something in the way Rehn held her with no bias, no disrespect, just passion. She reveled in the strength and security of his hold. The way his body was warm and molded to hers.

Leave it to her to let her head sabotage something that she could see herself being a part of. Her brain may be telling her to run, but her heart felt otherwise. Her true feelings might be buried under these clothes, but there was nothing more she wanted right then than to take them all off.

And she did just that. She found herself turning around in Rehn's strong arms and straddling him.

Leila closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Rehn's body against hers as she slowly sank into his embrace. The way his muscles tensed under her touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, teasing and exploring, as she felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her.

Without breaking their kiss, she reached down between them and grasped his growing manhood through his pants, stroking him gently. A soft moan escaped his lips at the touch and he pulled her closer still, his hands roaming up and down her back while his hips rose off the blanket to meet her movements.

He gritted out. "You're going to be the death of me."

She could feel the heat radiating off him as he let out a low growl of pleasure into their kiss. As they broke apart for air, Leila looked into Rehn's eyes and saw the raw desire that mirrored her own. She couldn't remember ever wanting anyone or anything like this—it was overwhelming yet exhilarating all at once. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second just from their contact alone—she was going to put her mind to rest and have this man tonight, damn the consequences.

With trembling hands, Leila unbuttoned Rehn's shirt while he helped undo her blouse. Soon enough they were both bare-chested with goose bumps forming across their skin from the cool afternoon air hitting exposed flesh. Every brush of skin against skin sent tiny sparks up both of their spines.

Leila leaned forward again, this time planting kisses down Rehn's chest toward his waistband before looking up at him questioningly; he nodded eagerly in response, giving permission for what she wanted most—to take off these clothes that separated them so much more than they should be separated right now.

She quickly unbuckled his belt then slid it out of its loops before instructing him to lift as she pushed down his pants and briefs; revealing him fully erect and ready for action—and Leila found herself unable to resist any longer. She let out a soft gasp at the sight before climbing onto him once more so that they were now skin-to-skin everywhere except her pants.

"Stand up Leila, now, spread your legs," he said with an intensity that rivaled the storm brewing on the horizon.

Leila stood as he slid her pants down her thick thighs. He growled with approval as he leaned his head in and smelled her arousal that was evident through her underwear.

With skilled hands, he removed her underwear and tossed them to the side. Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed Leila by the hips and slammed her down on top of him, her ass cheeks pressed firmly against his now exposed cock as she slowly rocked back and forth.

"That's it, baby, take what you need," he crooned in her ear. She was enjoying the foreplay but needed something more.

"I need you inside me, now, Rehn," she said, her voice laced with angst and lust.

Rehn looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a lustful intensity. Without saying a word, he adjusted himself at her entrance, the tip of him teasing her warmth. He held her gaze with a wicked gleam in his eyes, drinking in the sight of her flushed face and dilated pupils.

"Now," she reiterated, barely able to form coherent words amid the waves of desire coursing through her veins.

With one swift move, Rehn obliged and guided her down, impaling her on his length. Leila let out a moan as she felt him, a perfect fit.

Rehn groaned deep in his throat as she moved up and down with a rhythm all her own. His hands were on her hips, guiding her moves while he thrust upward every time she came down. She bit her lower lip to suppress the moans that threatened to pour out with every thrust.

She noticed he watched as she found pleasure in him. His large hands roamed over the expanse of her skin, memorizing her every curve.

"That's it, Leila," he praised with breathy grunts woven through his words. "You look so beautiful like this. You were made for this dick, look how well I fill you."

He kept filling her repeatedly, each thrust hitting the spot that made stars dance behind her eyelids. Her movements became more desperate as they chased their release—her hips grinding against him while they both rode out the storm of passion between them.

"Rehn! I'm going to come," she cried out as tremors seized her body, signaling the impending climax.

"Hold on, baby, where you go, I go." He increased his pace to bring them to their peak together.

The air filled with their impassioned cries as they gave way to the overwhelming pleasure, their bodies fused together in a wild rhythm that was uniquely theirs. Their pulses hammered in satisfaction, sweat-slick bodies undulating in the throes of their shared ecstasy. Leila found herself spiraling through pleasure under Rehn's skilled command, their journey toward satisfaction a dance they mastered with ease.

As the crescendo of their shared release faded into the twilight, they clung to each other, gasping breathlessly in the aftermath. Rehn gently kissed Leila's forehead, his large hands tracing the contours of her body in reassuring strokes. Her form molded to fit his, a stunning unity that was as captivating as it was intoxicating.

"That was remarkable," he whispered against her skin, his words laced with a softness that made her heart flutter.

She remained silent, too lost in the blissful haze, but she felt his affirmation resonate within her core. Their intimacy was something profound and indescribable. It was like they were tethered together by an invisible thread that pulsed with their shared energy. It was bewitching, all-consuming, a testament to their undeniable chemistry.

Rehn traced circles on her bare back as they basked in the soft glow of satisfaction, their bodies sated yet still humming from the intensity of their coupling. Leila rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart which matched hers beat for beat.

They fell into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other's embrace—two bodies entwined in an intimate dance even after their physical desire had been satiated.

The sensations between them didn't end with a heated climax; instead, it continued to thrum under their skin—the lingering touch, the slow rhythm of breaths they shared and the palpable serenity that encased them in its gentle fold.

"Leila, there's a reason sex between us is out of this fucking world," he stated with earnest eyes.

Leila found herself wanting to agree quickly, but lingering thoughts crept in and she just remained silent.

It was in these moments—those intimate seconds that stretched into minutes, that Leila was reminded of their shared bond, their phenomenal synchronicity. The feeling… yes, the indescribable feeling of being one. The draw was magnetic, a force they couldn't resist, nor would they want to. Their passion was beautiful, as natural as breathing and as essential as the beating of their hearts.

Before falling victim to her feelings, she found herself withdrawing from Rehn, hesitant to grab her clothes. He looked up at her, trying to read her silence. She simply smiled, tossed him his pants, and said, "We better get going, I hear there are bears out here at night," She hoped her humor would distract him from the fact that she stayed silent after his comment - an answer she already knew internally.