Josephine

"I'm sure they have a nice personality."

"You think?"

"No, I don't think so." I shake my head. "I'm sure."

Leo chuckles next to me, throws his arm over my shoulder, and kisses my head.

"You spoke to them for how long to figure that out?"

"Long enough." I answer and we both laugh.

We stare at our disfigured ceramic mug and plate for a beat longer before we decide to put them away and sit down.

I love Leo's attention to details. Last week I remarked that I've never tried pottery, so he surprised me with a one-on-one pottery lesson for Valentine's Day.

Before the lesson, we went to a fancy restaurant where he treated me to a five course meal. I enjoyed every second. I think I'm getting used to being spoiled.

Ah well, he could afford it, so whatever.

He sits down on the couch as I grab a few snacks for us to eat while we watch a movie.

In the first half of the movie, Leo's hand on my thigh didn't stop moving. He unconsciously caresses my leg, rubbing my skin up and down.

It's getting me all hot and bothered.

My teeth sink into my lower lip to prevent me from saying anything. He seems to be into this Jason Statham action film.

I wiggle in place to try and lessen this tingly feeling in my gut, but it's not going away.

"You alright, honey?"

"Hmm?"

"You're fidgeting."

"Am not." I defend.

His fingers squeeze my thigh and something simple as a leg grab is so sexy.

"Look at me."

I meet his eyes and I find them dark as the midnight blue shirt he's wearing.

He gently lifts my face up, leans his face forward, and bites my lower lip. I release a moan and my arms circle his neck so I can bring him closer to me.

A deep groan leaves his lips as he fully closes his mouth over mine.

He leans back a bit and whispers against my lips, "So that's why you've been fidgeting the entire time."

"Shut up and kiss me."

He does more than that. His hands firmly clutch my hips and he pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.

His hardness digs into where I need him most.

"Fuck." He groans and moves my hips so I'm grinding on him.

"Leo." I whine.

"I know." His lips meet my neck and he kisses the sensitive spot he knows makes me lose my breath.

My head tilts back as my hips continue their grinding, feeling him get harder and harder each time.

"Take off your shirt." He tells me. I immediately do it and throw it on the floor.

"So who's going first?" I ask.

He leans back with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?"

"Should I give you head first or you me first?"

He seems to ponder about it before he finally says. "Me first because I plan on making you come as many times as possible."

I grin and stand up so I can take the rest of my clothes off.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" I gesture for him to stand up. "Remove these garments, will you?"

He gives me a crooked grin and does what I said. He towers over me and with one smooth motion, his shirt is off.

I greedily take in his ripped chest. Donned with a dusting of hair and various battle scars, he's perfectly imperfect. 

We quickly get rid of our clothes, even our underwear.

We stare at each other's naked forms. His imposing body, strong arms, wide shoulders, narrow hips and long—very long and thick—dick.

I push at his upper chest and he sinks to the couch. Then, I take my position on my knees.

I take him in my hand, heavy and thick. My hand works to get him as hard as possible.

My tongue darts out and I lick a path from bottom to top, then I wrap my lips around his crown. I taste the drop of pre-cum on my tongue.

"Fuck me." I hear him murmur. Looking up, his hand is clutching his hair and his eyes are narrowed.

"I'm gonna get bigger guns than you." I flex one arm as the other one keeps on working him. "With these hand jobs and pottery, you better watch out."

His chuckle is deep. "You need to work on your arms every day to surpass my strength." He tells me cheekily.

"Is that so?" I tease a vein with my tongue, then smile when his hips jerk upwards.

"Fuck, Josephine." His hands grip the back of my head.

"You know," I tell him. "You're the only one that calls me by my full name."

"I know." He says through gritted teeth.

"I love it."

"And I love you."

"Aww." I coo. "I love you, too, baby." I kiss his tip before sucking it.

I push him into my mouth as much as I can, but I barely reach the half. I work his base with my hand.

With each moan and groan he releases, I suck and pump him harder. My left hand that's been resting on his thigh ventures towards his balls. With a ballsy move—pun intended—I give them a soft squeeze.

I gag on his length as his hips involuntarily jerk up.

My hand squeezes tighter, and he groans.

"Josephine," he hisses, the muscles on his abdomen flexing and his breathing getting louder and louder.

I meet his eyes with him inside of my mouth. Our gazes stay locked as the first bout of his release hits the roof of my mouth and he releases a loud groan.

I swallow as much as I can of him, but when it gets too much, I pop him out from between my lips and continue pumping him as clear liquid hits my chin and neck.

When his body relaxes, he slumps back against the couch and heaves a deep sigh. I watch him for a minute and admire his post climax glow.

When he opens his eyes, they immediately latch onto me. He stands up and scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Now it's your turn." He walks to my bedroom. "But we need a more comfortable place for that."

He lays me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our lips make love as he grinds himself across my folds.

His lips then start their descent down my body. He kisses every inch, every tattoo, every freckle ...

He makes me feel worshiped.

My fingers latch onto his soft hair as I feel the first lick.

My body moves on its own accord and Leo holds my hips down when I lift them up. He doesn't stop, doesn't pull his face from between my legs until my legs shake and I gasp for air. My entire body trembles and sings as a current zings down my spine.

My back meets the mattress again, and I can finally catch my breath. His hands rub my thighs and when I look down at him, he gives me a big grin.

I smile back and pull him by his hair for a kiss. But he refuses. Instead, his mouth closes over my clit.

"Leo," I moan at the feeling. I'm still pulsing down there.

One of his hands reaches up to palm my breast. He pinches my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and as a result, my back lifts off the mattress and my legs tighten around his head. But he doesn't seem to mind though, he keeps going.

He takes his time, licking and kissing every inch, every crease, every ... everything.

I feel his finger pressing against my entrance before he slowly pushes it in.

He slowly moves his finger in and out.

It still feels strange to have something literally in me. It took some getting used to, but it feels good. Especially now when he curls his fingers, and hits a very sensitive spot inside of me.

He slows down a little before quickening his pace again. The wet sound of him licking me and his fingers moving inside me getting mixed with my loud breathing and gasps of pleasure.

"Leo," I scream.

With a few more pumps of his fingers, I come undone again.

I tremble all over, my voice shaking as I release a groan of pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure travel through my body as it grows taut.

His fingers are still moving in and out of me slowly, riding out my climax.

When the last wave passes, I pull him to me and deeply kiss him, telling him how much I love him with my mouth.

"I thought I was gonna pass out." I chuckle, my voice hoarse from all the moaning I did.

He laughs and kisses my forehead.

His eyes are clear, and they're focused on me. When he looks at me, it feels like the world ceases to exist. We're the only two people left.

"I'm ready to have sex." I confess.

His eyebrows raise and he settles more comfortably between my legs.

"You are?"

"Yes." I nod. "We've been fooling around for some time and I want to do the real thing."

He gives me a boyish grin and nods. "Okay."

"Not now," I glance at the clock. "It's already ten pm, it's getting late."

He buries his face in my neck and lets out a deep laugh.

When he lifts his face again, he peppers kisses over my face. "Whenever you say."

He stays like that for a beat. His body weight feels comforting on me. His warm hands caressing my body.

"Will you stay the night?" I murmur. I'm not sure if he'll agree but I hope he does.

It's alright if he says no, but I'm really hoping he says yes. When we watch movies together on my bed, cuddled together, it's peaceful. I feel safe when he wraps his arms around me.

But whenever he leaves, I feel cold and his lingering woodsy scent makes me miss him ten times more. Even when he was with me a few minutes ago.

I don't want him to ever leave.

He's my person.

My other half. My soulmate. Twin flame.

I want to spend every day with him. Do crazy things with him. And boring stuff. Like cleaning. I want to marry him, have his babies. Grow old together.

"Yes."

"Yes!" I exclaim and wrap my legs around him.

He chuckles and I roll my eyes. "I mean, cool. Whatever."

He softly pinches my waist. "Oh, shut up. You've been dying to ask me that."

"Sure, if you believe that."

"Mhmm." He gives me a smirk.

I pinch both his cheeks and leave a loud smooch on his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue pressing at the seam of my lips. I grant him access and he caresses my mouth before he kisses my cheek. My jaw, behind my ear before sucking and kissing my neck.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations he's giving me. Until he starts lowering his lips across my chest.

"Wait." I say and he chuckles. "I don't think I've recovered from the last two orgasms yet."

He squeezes my boob and gives it a kiss.

"That was nothing, honey." He says in a low voice. I'm not sure if I should be afraid or excited. I'll go with the latter from the gleam in his eyes.

"Give me a few more minutes." I argue, sticking my bottom lip out.

He sinks his teeth into it and pulls at it before releasing it.

"But," I say, pushing at his shoulders so he lies on his back. Straddling him, I undulate my hips over him, loving the way he instantly hardens. "How about I do that thing again you love so much?"

"What thing?" He lifts a brow, his palms settling on my ass and helping me grind on him.

"How about I..." I say before making my way down his body. With my face in line with his cock, I take him in my hand, licking the drop of liquid, and say, "Demonstrate."