Leo's Chance

  When her hips start lifting up to meet my hand, I know she’s almost there. That’s it, baby, come for me.

  "Oh my God," she pants out and I can’t help the feral sound that escapes my lips. Seeing her on the threshold of orgasm is so beautiful and so intense. Her cheeks are flushed, her head thrown back into the pillow and her hips are undulating against my hand. Then her body stiffens for the briefest of seconds and she cries out my name as the orgasm washes over her. That’s it, beautiful girl. Oh fuck. I need to be inside her now. Right now.

  I sit back and strip off my jeans and boxers and toss them on the floor, and crawl back over her just as she’s opening her eyes, a look of wonder on her face.

  I’m practically shaking as I lean over her and pull a condom out of my bedside table drawer and kneel back and pull it on. I’m so hard, I’m aching, desperate with the need to pound myself into her. I remind myself to go slow though. I don’t want to hurt her.

  "Can I touch you, Jake? Will you show me how?" she whispers.

  "Next time, baby. Hanging on by a thread here. If you touch me, we'll both be sorry," I say, my flimsy hold on control weakening by the minute.

  I hold myself over her and guide the tip of my cock to her wet entrance. I lower my mouth to hers again, thrusting my tongue in her mouth, showing her with my mouth what I’m about to do with my cock. I groan in anticipation.

  "Wrap your legs around me," I tell her. "Gonna do this fast to get the painful part over with, okay?"

  "Okay," she whispers back, and I push myself into her in one thrust. Oh fuck, fuck. But then I grimace as she cries out in pain.

  I remain still for a minute, letting her body get used to my invasion, and when I feel her relaxing around me, I start moving very slowly, relishing the feeling of her hot, wet embrace.

  I want to be slow and careful but my cock is throbbing, screaming at me to move as the hot, slick friction of her body surrounds me.

  "Baby, I gotta move faster. You okay?" I choke out.

  "Yes," she whispers, and with her okay, I start thrusting into her, the feeling so overwhelmingly exquisite that I think I must be drowning in her. Drowning in a sea of bliss.

  Her legs are wrapped around my hips, her hands moving on my back and over my ass, as she moans and whimpers beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust. She’s perfection and I’m lost. It feels so good, I don’t want it to end, but I feel heat and pleasure circling in my belly, and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold out for much longer.

  I bring my mouth back to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth in time with the thrusting of my cock. That seems to ignite her as she arches her body up, and I feel the contractions of her orgasm along my length, milking my own orgasm to the very surface, my balls pulling up tight.

  I thrust into her once, twice and then I explode with the force of an erupting volcano, shuddering and groaning and seeing stars from the intensity of my climax.

  When I come back to myself, I’m circling my hips slowly, drawing out the last of the pleasure, and she’s stroking her fingernails up and down my arms. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I nuzzle into her sweet smelling neck. Holy fuck. That was... that was... God, there are no words.

  I bring my head up and gaze into her eyes.

  "You okay?" I whisper.

  "Yeah," she whispers back, a gentle, satiated smile on her lips.

  I’d like to stay connected to her indefinitely, but I need to make sure she’s okay and if there’s any blood, clean her up. As I pull out, she makes a little mewling sound and I can’t help grinning. "My Evie likes me inside of her." Good thing because I plan to spend a lot of time there.

  "Let me get rid of this condom and get something to clean you up with. Stay there." Damn, there’s a lot of blood. Something primal inside of me feels an intense satisfaction in the sight of Evie’s virginal blood all over me. I’d never admit that out loud – seems cavemanish, I suppose, but it’s the truth.

  I make sure to face her as I pull on my t-shirt and boxers so she doesn’t glimpse my back. Not yet.

  I go to the bathroom and flush the bloody condom. Then I run a washcloth under warm water and bring it back into the bedroom. I smile because Evie hasn’t moved a muscle, still lying naked and goddess-like in my sheets, a vision of beauty.

  I sit down on the side of the bed and say, "Open your legs and bend your knees." She looks slightly embarrassed, but does as I ask, and I wipe the blood away and return to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and toss it in the laundry hamper.

  When I walk back into the bedroom with a glass of water, Evie has put her tiny red panties back on. The sight of the small piece of red lace against her creamy skin sends an arrow of arousal shooting south, but I squash it. She’s gotta be sore. I feel a momentary pang of guilt for not being gentler, but I had controlled myself to the best of my ability under the circumstances – I’d waited a long damn time for that. And I’d never experienced that level of pure lust. It was off the charts.

  Evie takes a long drink of the water and smiles sweetly at me as she hands it back. I put it on the nightstand and climb back into bed with her, turning her and pulling her back against my chest. I nuzzle my face into her sweet smelling hair and cup her breast in my hand possessively.

  Despite the fact that I’ve never cuddled in my life, this feels normal and natural and so very, very good.

  After a couple minutes, Evie turns in my arms so that she’s facing me and runs her hand down the side of my face, looking deeply into my eyes. I think I see – no, it can’t be. It’s too soon. But she cares about me, I think I can safely say that. My own possessiveness turns up a notch.

  "You're mine now, Evie. Say it," I whisper.

  Her hand stills and she continues searching my eyes, looking for what, I’m not sure. I hold my breath. "I'm yours, Jake," she whispers back.

  I exhale, but in my fantasy, she had always called me Leo when she told me she belonged to me. I want her to know exactly who she belongs to and I long to hear her say it.

  I smile at her and kiss her pretty lips gently. I want her to know how much that meant to me. "I've never experienced anything as beautiful as that," I say. And I mean that literally. She smiles back gently and then I pull her close and after a few minutes, I feel her breathing slow. She’s asleep.

  As I lay holding her, an emotion washes over me that I don't immediately recognize. The edges of my mind seem to grasp it as a memory, the fuzzy outline of something that I experienced long ago, but never since. I let it wrap around me like a cocoon, reveling in it, exalting in the euphoria it brings. I experience it wholly before I can name it, before the word comes to me: Joy. Joy. I pull her closer to me in the dark and listen to her even breathing; drawing in her scent and feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against my own. Joy. I savor this moment, fully aware of my own happiness in the here and now. "You are my dream," I whisper to her in the dark. "You are my every dream come true." I relax and let the feeling of Evie in my arms seep into my soul. In moments, I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  CHAPTER 17

  I come awake suddenly as I feel Evie’s warm body separate from mine. I open my eyes sleepily and see her disappearing into the bathroom and close my eyes again contentedly, remembering the night before, and realizing that it wasn’t just a dream. It was real. The best night of my life. She climbs back into bed and snuggles back into me, and when I feel the weight of her stare, I crack one eye open. She’s watching me, a sweet little smile on her face.

  I smile back. "Are you watching me sleep?" I ask, teasing her, my voice groggy. "Who's the creeper now?"

  She giggles and snuggles her head under my chin. Mmmm. This feels good. My sweet, warm, sexy girl’s soft body is pressed against me, memories of what we shared last night swirling around my head, making my morning wood pulse in my boxers. I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer.

  I enjoy snuggling with her for a few minutes and then I feel her hand moving down
wards. I suck in my breath. Please let her be doing what I think she’s doing. And... oh God, yes, her hand moves gently over my erection, making me swell even further.

  I flip her onto her back and move over her, eager to participate in her game. "You want to play, beautiful?"

  "Yes," she whispers, her eyes heating. I feel her squeeze her thighs together. She’s turned on too.

  "Do you feel a little sore or are you okay?"

  She wiggles her bottom a little, grimacing slightly. "Just a little." She looks disappointed and I almost laugh.

  "Well, there are other things…"

  "Yes," she whispers again, and that’s all I need.

  I bend down and trail my lips down her flat belly, stopping at her navel and licking around it, dipping my tongue inside. Every part of her tastes amazing. I still have my t-shirt on and so there’s no risk of her seeing my tattoo. I can enjoy this as fully as I hope she’s going to.

  I pull her panties off and toss them aside as her heated gaze follows me, her lips slightly parted, her breath already ragged. God, she’s the sexiest woman alive. I want to devour every part of her. I want to make her scream and come against my mouth.

  I dip my head down and kiss the satiny skin on the inside of her thigh and she shivers, her legs falling apart, granting me access. That’s my girl. I inhale the scent of her, a primal growl rising in my chest, as I smell our combined sex from last night, and a faint trace of my soap still on her. "I love you smelling like me," I say hoarsely, before I lower my face to her soft folds, circling my tongue over her little, pink clit. Perfect. She whimpers as I nip it with my lips, sucking on it gently before moving my tongue slowly over it again and again. I experiment with different movements and pressure, listening to her moans until I think I know exactly what she likes best.

  That’s when I start lapping rhythmically at her swollen tissue, first slowly and then faster and with more pressure as she writhes and moans. The sounds she’s making, combined with the taste of her right against my face, the intoxicating smell of her, like an exotic flower, has me hard as a rock, and I can feel my cock surging forward in my boxers.

  I hear her fisting the sheets next to her hips, and her breaths become pants, and she starts rolling her hips against my face, seeking more pressure. Oh fuck, oh fuck. This is so intense. She cries out as her orgasm starts, and as I feel it pulsing through her, I thrust my tongue inside of her, wanting to taste her, to feel her coming around me.

  She cries out again, chanting my name over and over as her muscles clench and shudder, and that was by far the most erotic thing that I’ve experienced. By a mile. Probably a thousand.

  I trail kisses down her thigh and bring my head up. She still has her eyes closed, her head turned to the side, hair spilling over most of her face. I grin as I crawl back up and kiss her neck before collapsing next to her. I pull her into me and she feels like a wet noodle in my arms. I grin again and close my eyes. But they snap open a few minutes later when I feel her hand go under the bottom of my t-shirt and rub over my stomach, tracing a finger along the muscles there. My cock jumps in my boxers.

  She leans up over me and scoots my shirt up, and I watch her as she does this, the look on her face one of both concentration and nervousness. If she only knew the extent to which she affects me, she wouldn’t have an ounce of anxiety in her mind. She really can’t go wrong here. Her naked body in a bed is pretty much all I require. Whatever happens after that is only going to be good.

  I reach my arms up and sit up slightly as she bites her full bottom lip and pulls my shirt up and over my head, looking sexy as hell. She tosses it on the floor, her rosy nipple coming close to my face as she bends over me. I lick my lips, wanting that small, perfect bud in my mouth. But this is her show now and I stay still. I love watching her take over, a peaceful contentedness washing over me, despite my raging hard on, at how far I’ve already come in just one night with Evie regarding my control issues in bed. My healer. My tamer.

  She leans back and her eyes wander up and down my chest, right before she leans over and kisses and licks her way down, stopping at one nipple, licking and sucking it between her lips. I groan at the feel of her sweet little mouth on me and I feel her smile against my skin. All these sensations are so new for me, so many of them things I’ve never experienced before.

  And then, oh God, oh yes, her hand wanders down my stomach and I beg her in my mind to keep going. I’m aching with the need to be touched, for her to take me in her hand, or her mouth. But I don’t know if she’s ready for the latter just yet.

  "Teach me what you like," she whispers, heat in her eyes.

  "Just put your hand on me. I just want you to touch me," I say, not caring that I sound desperate.

  I lean up slightly and pull my boxers down so that she has access.

  She scoots down and when she wraps her warm hand around my straining cock, it jerks in her hand. Oh, Jesus, just the feel of her hand gripping me feels so good, pre-cum beads on the tip. She takes her thumb and rubs it in slow circles expertly, making me wonder if she’s touched another man before – or is that just instinct? Jealousy threatens, boiling up in my chest. I know I’m a hypocrite, but I can’t help my reaction, even though I know it’s unjustified. But then she looks at me questioningly, wondering what to do next, and I relax.

  "Move your hand up and down, baby," I choke out. "Like this." I put my hand over hers and show her what I like. I see her clench her thighs together and her eyes widen at the sight of both of our hands on my length. I like it too. There’s something highly erotic about teaching her about my body, about her being so eager to know what I like. No one has ever cared about that before. Maybe we’re both learning together.

  She begins moving her hand, and it feels so fucking amazing, I clench my eyes shut and just enjoy the sensation of her hand stroking me, slowly at first, but then faster. I can tell she’s moving her hand in response to my breathing and that turns me on even more.

  I want to enjoy this, make it last, hold back on purpose, but it feels so good, I just relax and let my body have its way. I feel my cock swelling in her hand, my balls pulling tight as the sparks shoot from my belly, and I choke out Evie’s name as I come almost as hard as I did last night.

  "Oh God!" I moan out as her hand slows. Will it always be like this with her? Holy shit. I’ll be dead by the time I’m thirty-two. But what a way to go. Death by orgasm. He came so hard he had an aneurism. Lucky bastard.

  When I open my eyes, Evie is grinning proudly at me as if she’s just found the cure for cancer. I can’t help it – I burst out laughing. She’s so fucking cute. And hot. And all mine.

  We both keep grinning as I sit up slightly and reach under her arms and drag her over me so that she’s lying on top of me, staring down into my eyes. "You’re a natural," I joke, only not really.

  She lays her head on my shoulder and nuzzles into my neck, and we lay like this for what feels like a long time, me just reveling in the feel of her, the perfection of the way her body fits against mine.

  "I'm gonna run a bath for you while I make breakfast. Then you're gonna spend the day with me." There’s no way she’s going to be out of my sight today. Not after last night and this morning. No way. Plus, I want to spend more time just having fun with her. I haven’t gotten enough of that yet.

  "Hmmm… Bossy," she mutters, smiling.

  She gets up and starts walking to the bathroom and I put my hands behind my head, watching the amazing view of Evie’s naked backside. I’m smiling as I sit up to pull on my t-shirt and boxers.

  CHAPTER 18

  I make breakfast while Evie soaks in the tub. I hear her humming to herself and I can’t help the smile that stays permanently on my face as I get dishes out of the cabinet and food out of the refrigerator. Everything about this feels so right, like my life is finally back on the track it was always supposed to be on. Plus, I’m on a high after the most amazing night of sex I’ve ever had. Something that hasn’t felt a day's peace since I l
eft Cincinnati eight years ago is finally at rest, and the relief in that sensation is overwhelming. I’ll never get enough of her. And the fact that this girl, the one I’ve loved with everything I am from the time I was a kid, is every dream come true for me in bed, too, is somehow miraculous, as if it’s just one more piece of proof that we were created to be together.

  Evie emerges from my room dressed and we eat breakfast together, laughing and teasing each other, and it feels normal and so amazingly good. I want to start every day for the rest of my life this way. Every once in a while, my deception comes racing to the forefront of my mind and guilt washes through me but I push it back. Soon…we just need a little more time. Soon.

  Our teasing ends with her straddling me on the bar stool as I’m tickling her and nipping her neck and fake growling in her ear. Visions of her grinding down on me on the couch last night, and everything that came afterwards, come back and just like that, I’m ready to take her here, right now, on the bar stool in the kitchen.

  I growl one more time for show but loosen my grip, laughing with her.

  When she licks the dip at the base of my neck and kisses up to my jaw, I groan. The thought of sinking into her again is at the top of my priority list and I’d love nothing more than to cart her back to my bed and spend the rest of the day there. But she said she was sore… I groan again because I can tell she's turned on too. "Evie, I thought you said you were sore…"

  She sighs, sitting up. "I am. Maybe some Tylenol would take the edge off enough...?"

  I stare at her for a beat and then burst out laughing, "Christ. I’ve brought a sex demon to life." And I say that with full approval.

  She laughs as she’s climbing off of me. I automatically frown at the loss of her body on mine. "Okay, so then what are you going to do with me today?" she asks.

  "Ever been to the zoo?"

  I think of the first time I went to the zoo in San Diego. I was seventeen and my life was shit at home. But I loved it. For a couple hours, I was a kid, doing something simple that I had never done when I was actually a kid. For a short time, I lost myself in doing something for no other reason than that it was fun. I want to give that to Evie too.