The giggle that sprung from my belly was completely involuntary as Leo pushed me against the door of the run-down motel we frequented more often than not these days.
I’d done that so often lately. Laugh and smile, that is. More than I ever had in the last eleven years. I knew it had everything to do with the man in front of me.
I smiled up into those molten honey eyes I spent way too much time pondering. His smile mirrored mine, so wide I could almost see those dimples that lurked under his thick beard. I pushed up on my tiptoes and put my arms around those broad shoulders. I leaned in like I was going to kiss him but stopped just as my lips grazed his.
“Now that you have me here, what do you plan on doing with me?” I teased against him. Reveling in the way his facial hair tickled my lips, I flicked my tongue out and swiped it between his lips ever so slightly.
His hands tightened around my ribs as a growl rumbled deep in his chest. I smiled against his lips before he crashed into me. My arms tightened around his neck of their own accord as he pressed our bodies tighter together. No space or air between us.
His tongue demanded entrance and I gladly opened under him. He groaned and pushed his thick erection against my core. Heat rushed up my body and flooded my senses.
Leo never pulled away from me as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Rather than letting me walk away from him, he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his muscular hips and nearly moaned when his big hands gripped the globes of my ass.
He walked us into the room and kicked the door closed with a solid slam. We were so lost in our own world that we couldn’t be bothered to be good motel neighbors and keep the noise down.
I’d lost count of how many times we had snuck off to this very room. Our little private oasis from the rest of the world. It may be a shabby little motel you could pay for by the hour, but it was clean enough.
Although, the pale-yellow colored carpet and matching drapes left a lot to be desired. As did the full-sized bed as the focal point with its lime-green, floral-print bedspread. At least the linens always smelled like laundry soap. The bed was smaller than I was used to, but we didn’t come here to be apart from each other so the size of the bed didn’t matter. The biggest thing it offered was anonymity.
If Chris ever thought I was cheating on him, this would be the last place he would look. I winced at the thought of what he would do if he ever found out. I pushed thoughts of my abusive husband aside in favor of living in the now. The now with Leo.
His strong legs carried us to the bed at the center of the room where he deposited me hastily. I screeched but it quickly became a giggle as he dropped me to my back. I bounced slightly as I looked up at the bulking man at the foot of the bed. He looked down at me with such heat in his eyes that I thought I might melt right then and there.
His gaze ate up the sight of me. My simple cotton, white body-con dress was low-cut on my breasts so an almost indecent amount of cleavage peaked over the top. The tight material clung to me like a second skin, stopping mid-thigh. One of the thin spaghetti straps slipped down my shoulder as I sat back on my elbows to look up at the leading star of all my fantasies.
He stood before me in his usual faded jeans with his thick work boots. The fact that he never wore a suit around Chris or any of his other business partners had been strange at first. But when I learned that he was a sort of bodyguard, his choice of attire made more sense.
I watched as he pulled his tight olive-green tee over his head, revealing that cut chest I had traced with my tongue the last time we were here. His skin from his hands to his chest was covered in intricately detailed depictions in the form of black ink. I tried to count the number of different images one night and promptly got distracted by the sensual man beneath them.
When I’d asked him about the odd-shaped lettering along his left pec, he told me it was written in Greek. He wanted to honor his heritage as well as remind himself to stay strong in hard times.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow.
It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
He had been out of town with Chris so it’d been a long two weeks since the last time I had seen him and now was the only time we could sneak away. I didn’t know what he did for my husband in exact detail, but as a bodyguard, he definitely fit the bill.
He was taller than me by at least six inches. His biceps were larger than most of the men I had ever encountered. Thickly corded muscles rippled along his torso in a way that was intimidating but also extremely alluring. His waist was lean with those sexy indents along his hips. I’d discovered he really enjoyed being licked and nipped there as I’d traveled farther south.
He had been the only man I thoroughly enjoyed worshiping in that way. The noises he made and the words of praise from his lips alone were enough to have me wet and ready to take him when I finished.
My breath hitched in my chest as Leo gripped my ankles and pulled me to him. My dress rode up my hips, exposing my naked flesh for his scorching gaze to devour. I had foregone any undergarments when he’d asked me to meet him. I wouldn’t be needing them in the foreseeable future.
I felt thick, languid heat rush to my pussy as he knelt between my legs. He lifted my legs and placed my feet, still encased in my Jimmy Choos, onto the edge of the bed. Splaying me wider for him to see all of me.
“Leave them right here.” His deep voice seemed to reverberate through my core and I shivered.
Letting go of my ankles, he gripped my inner thighs and pushed them down toward the mattress. When he blew lightly against my drenched folds I nearly came off the bed. His chuckle of approval was all I received as he looked up into my eyes.
“I missed you, Princess,” he admitted seriously.
I stared back into those honey eyes as I said, “I missed you too.” My voice was shaky. It wasn’t from fear, but from the emotion that accompanied the words. I had never felt like this for any man. Even Chris.
Leo made me feel things I’d never thought possible before. He made me want to cut myself open just so I could bleed out every single detail of my past with him. It wasn’t just about the way he worshiped my body, but rather how he treated me. He was the first person to truly treat me as a man should treat a woman—with mutual respect and love. And he was the first man I had ever allowed myself to fully trust.
“I love hearing those words,” he rumbled and closed his eyes as if immortalizing this moment.
I clamped my mouth closed before the words could surface. “I love you,” was what I wanted to say, what I wanted to scream from the rooftop.
Instead, I watched silently as his mouth descended on me. The sight of his thick mop of brown and blond waves had been permanently etched into the recesses of my mind. I didn’t even need to watch to know what I would see. But I did anyway.
His eyes seemed to dance with a smile as his tongue swiped at me with that firm pressure I loved as much as the man gifting it to me. My back arched as his mouth latched onto me and sucked. I moaned as he groaned his own pleasure for what he was doing to me. The sound, only increasing my pleasure.
His tongue rapidly flicked at me and I was shaking within moments. The rough drag of his beard against my tender flesh was just another sensation I indulged in unabashedly. My arms wobbled so much I could no longer hold myself up as I let my back drop to the bed. My hips swiveled against him of their own volition.
Leo’s hand left my thigh and descended to my wet channel. He thrust two big fingers into me and groaned again at the wetness he found there. I had no control over my own body as I threaded my fingers through his soft waves and pulled him closer to me. The growl he emitted at my rough handling had me all the hotter.
He pushed into me slowly at first before picking up speed as he licked and sucked at me. I was shaking and moaning so loudly I was surprised the neighbors hadn’t knocked on the thin wall.
The orgasm built and built until I was wound so tightly, I was sure to break. His other hand left my thigh before he placed it on my mound. His bent arm lay against my inner thigh, keeping me spread wide for his ministrations. He used his thumb to pull up the hood that covered my clit, exposing it further, before he sucked it into his mouth and I went flying.
I bucked against him as I screamed my release but he never relented. He fucked his fingers into me harder and flicked his tongue against that exposed nerve wildly. I felt him watch me with those molten eyes as I crumbled in his arms, just to be pushed back over the edge once again.
My voice broke as he curled his fingers inside of me as I shattered into a million pieces. I saw stars that time as I plummeted to the bottom of my orgasm.
When the aftershocks wrecked my body, Leo took his time licking me up and down. He closed his eyes and groaned against me as if savoring my taste. He licked his fingers clean before he gave my pussy one last kiss and stood.
I watched with lazy eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his lean hips. His thick cock sprang free and my mouth watered. He was, by far, the biggest I’d ever had. The thick long appendage jutted almost straight out toward me as if it knew exactly where it wanted to go. The intricate veining along his impressive shaft was like a piece of fine art. My tongue still carried the memory of what those heavy veins felt like as I’d tasted him for the first time.
Seeing the bead of pre-cum at the tip made a deep hunger form in my stomach. Without second-guessing, I lunged into action. I sat up with my ass still on the edge of the bed and grabbed him with a firm grip, my fingers not quite touching each other around his huge member. He jerked against me and tensed, not from pain but pure ecstasy.
I swiped my tongue against him and he groaned before pushing his hand into my short strawberry-blonde locks. Emboldened by his touch, I sucked his bulbous head past my lips and swirled my tongue before pulling him back out. Just to dive back in.
I worked him into my mouth, going deeper with each pull. I gripped him tightly and used my saliva to lubricate what my mouth couldn’t reach. I worked his whole shaft with my hand and mouth.
I looked up to face him and the sight of his heaving chest and hot eyes urged me on.
“Fuck, yes,” he cursed as he gripped my hair in his fist. “You suck me so good, Emy. Can you take all of me? I want to feel your throat swallow around my cock, Princess.”
He guided me further onto him and I moaned at the salty taste of him. He was getting close and it was turning me on further. I pulled him in until there was hardly any space between his pelvis and my nose.
“That’s my girl,” he praised me. “Cup my balls,” he ordered
Eager to please, I did as I was told. While still working him with my mouth and hand, I grabbed his heavy balls and rolled them. I wasn’t gentle as I knew he liked it when I was a bit rough with him. He hissed and jerked in my mouth. I had a hard time not smiling around his cock as he growled his appreciation.
I bobbed my head back and forth vigorously and sucked at him harder. His thick head knocked the back of my throat and I gagged but still pushed on. Tears pricked my eyes as I swallowed him down.
“Oh, fuck!” he roared as his cock jerked. I felt a small stream of semen flow down my throat before he pulled away from me. His eyes were wild as he reached down and yanked my dress over my head roughly. My breasts sprang free from the thin material and I sat naked in front of him.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he spoke in broken sentences. “Don’t want to come in your mouth,” he finished before he crashed onto my body.
His hands were frantic as he grabbed and pulled me where he needed me. His mouth wrapped around my achy nipple as he spread my legs, making room for himself. I arched my back as I felt the head of his erection nudge my drenched pussy.
I reached between us to guide him where I needed him most. He groaned and released my breast with a smack before slamming into me. I screamed at the sudden invasion but pushed against him all the same. He leaned over me and fucked into me ruthlessly as he took my mouth. His tongue mimicked what he was doing to my pussy.
“This is mine. My fucking home!” he growled against me as he fucked me hard.
“Yours. All of me is yours!” I screamed.
He twisted his hips with each plunge, grinding into my engorged clit with every movement. The sounds of wet skin slapping together turned me on more than words could describe. He gripped my breast again and nipped the peaked flesh he found there.
“Come for me, Emy. I need to feel you squeeze my cock with that little cunt,” he growled before he sat back. He hooked my legs around his hips and changed the angle at which he fucked me. He gripped my hips and pulled me up to his every thrust.
“Come, now!” he commanded as his thick cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves inside of me and I tumbled over the edge again.
I screamed my release as he groaned deep in his chest.
“Fuck!” he roared above me as I clamped down on him.
He fucked me so hard I thought my body would never be able to remember a time when he hadn’t been inside of me. The ghost of his cock would always be there. I felt my own flood of arousal coat him as his release joined mine in hot jets inside of me.
Eventually, he slowed his grueling pace. But he didn’t stop his long, languid thrusts after we’d found our bliss. Both of us panting in the aftermath. I watched him as he looked down to where we were connected. I knew he was seeing the evidence of both of our releases along his still-hard length.
He closed his eyes for a moment and when he looked back up into my eyes he smiled lazily at me. I felt his cock twitch with new life as he picked his pace back up, lighting me up from within.
He made love to me slowly that time as he released my hips and leaned down. He let me have his full weight as he thrust into me over and over again. Kissing and nipping at my lips just as tenderly.
It was as though something had been riding him in those first few moments and he wanted—no, needed—to remind himself that I was his. Even if I was still technically married, I would always be his. My body and soul would always belong to him.