Page 58 of Don't Leave Me Behind
I’m home.
Leni gives a little sigh, one that has my morning wood straining against my boxer briefs. I slide my hands down to her hips, intending to rub her ass into my erection, when I realize how little clothing she’s wearing. I swear she went to bed wearing more than this. There’s skin everywhere. She’s soft and warm, and the more I let my calloused hands explore, the more receptive her body is to my touch.
I trail my fingertips up her thigh and over her ribcage, taking note of the way her whole body shivers into me. I trace my way up to her shoulder, down her collarbone, and in between her breasts. A breathy gasp escapes her as her back arches. Continuing down her center, I trail my fingers along herstomach, pausing to toy with the little bow on the waistband of her panties.
When I slip a finger below that waistband, I pause, asking a silent question. Leni hums her approval, rubbing her tight little ass into my crotch, giving me the best kind of friction. I let my fingers explore her further, brushing over her smooth mound, into the warmth between her legs.
“Jesus, Leni,” I breathe into her hair, barely able to contain the groan that’s trying to rip through my chest when I feel how wet she is. “Is all this for me?”
“Mhm.” She arcs again, putting more pressure into my groin, swirling her hips.
Fuck. Me.
I need to see her. All of her.
Pulling my hand from between her legs, I rip the covers back, baring her whole body to me. She pouts at the sudden loss of warm blankets, but I hardly have it in me to look at her face right now. Not when her perfectly curvy body is splayed out before me. She’s wearing a light pink bralette, the material so sheer I can see her nipples. A matching pair of underwear covers her mound, the little triangle of her thong wedged up between her pussy lips. Her long, tanned legs are thick at the hips and thighs, her calves toned and muscular. God, I want her squeezing my head between those thighs.
When I glance back at her, she’s watching me with the same desperate intensity in her gaze. Her eyes drift down my face, to my chest, and then lower. The way they darken with arousal makes it hard for me to breathe.
“Leni,” my voice breaks. I have no fucking words to describe everything I’m feeling right now. She is perfect. “So fucking pretty.” I let my hand wander down the same path from earlier, stopping at her hip as I give a gentle squeeze.
“Clay,” she whines, squirming a little under my gaze.
I hook a finger under her chin to bring her face to mine. Her lips part when my hand lowers to her chest, thumb grazing over her nipple. I take the opening and claim her mouth with mine, swiping my tongue against hers with aggressive, needy strokes. She kisses me back, bringing her hands up to my hair, fingernails scratching deep into my scalp. Closing the space between us, she rubs herself against my leg, needing more from me.
I flip her onto her back, lining my body over top of hers to press my leg into her core. She grinds on my thigh, her arousal soaking my skin, and I’m going out of my mind with how badly I want this girl.
“I need you,” I murmur as I kiss along her jaw, taking a minute to tug at her earlobe. As my kisses draw further down her neck towards her chest, I shift my weight further down her hips, my leg moving from between hers, drawing out a whimper.
“So needy,” I suck a nipple into my mouth, sheer fabric and all. Her gasp is all I need to keep going. With the tight little bud between my teeth, I bite enough to sting, but not to hurt her. By the time I switch to give the other side attention, she’s writhing underneath me, breathy little pants coming from between those perfect pink lips of hers. They’re puffy from my kisses, her hair a tangled mess up on her head.
I pull away to drink her in. This is how I want to wake up every morning from now on, with Leni underneath me, hair a mess, body wild with the need building up inside of her.
“Clay, please,” she begs. And fuck if that doesn’t do exactly what I need it to. I slide off the end of the bed, pulling her thighs with me so that her pussy is right where I want it. I kiss her inner thighs, light teasing touches that have her squirming. Starting at her ankles, I make my way past her thighs, hooking my fingers into her lacy thong, and I drag it back down her legs,my eyes never leaving hers. Her chest is heaving, breaths coming in quick and uneven.
I take my time exploring her, using my fingers to spread her open. She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and she is soaked for me. My fingers glisten with her desire when I pull my hands away. She withers, her thighs clenching to give some much-needed friction to her clit.
I’m done playing, now, I need to taste her. Gliding my hands beneath her, I cup her ass and bring her center right up to my face so I can give her entrance an experimental flick of my tongue. Her head drops back down to the mattress, fingers sinking into the sheets in a death grip. I take my time, figuring out where she wants me and what she likes. Her body responds to the slow, steady pressure I give her clit while I undulate my tongue against it.
She’s so damn responsive to me. Every little flick gets a moan from her. Her hips buck off the bed when I hit the right spot. I shift my hands so that I’m holding her in place, reaching to play with a nipple when I feel her muscles start to tense, coiling beneath me, but she doesn’t let go.
“Clay.” Her fingers leave the sheets to twist around my hair. “I need more. Please.”
“So fucking polite. What do you need, baby? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers while I eat this perfect little pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes. That—that, Clay.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I give her nipple one last pinch before I trail my hand back down her body and slip my finger inside her tight, wet heat. Bringing my lips back to her pussy, I suck her clit between my teeth, making her buck as she starts to ride my hand and face. Her muscles clench tightly around me, breath coming in shallow pants now. I slip another finger insideof her and lick her exactly as she liked it earlier. When I curl my fingers inside of her, she cries out.
“Yes, Clay!” She jolts into me, her back arching as her hips take over the rhythm she set. I snap my own hips forward, finding the edge of the bed exactly where I need it. The more she builds herself up, the more her body shakes with the need to come. I curl my fingers inside of her, using deep pressure on my fingertips while I suck her clit. My mind spins as she shatters around me, chanting my name when she comes. I keep my eyes on her, watching as she falls apart, my own release spilling into my boxers.
She rides out the waves of her orgasm, pulling my hair tight enough that it stings, but I don’t mind the pain. Watching Leni come apart at the seams is what dreams are made of. Kissing my way back up her body, I bring my lips to hers, taking my time to memorize every little thing she does.
I pull away, my own chest heaving now. Glancing at the clock, I groan. “Fuck.” I plant a final kiss on her lips before I shove off the bed and head for the bathroom.
“What about you?” Leni whines from the bed.
I turn to face her, pointing at the wet spot in my charcoal grey underwear. Her eyes widen, a feral grin taking over her face.
