Page 113 of Risk It All
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder then worked my way down her chest to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.
Her back arched, and she guided my cock against her entrance, teasing the tip.
“Fuck, Leo,” she gasped and sank into the mattress as I sucked harder.
I moved my mouth to her other breast, repeating the action.
“More,” she moaned. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby?” I pressed a series of kisses between her breasts up to her neck. “Tell me.”
“I—I need you. I need you inside of me right fucking now.” There was a sexy rasp to her voice, and she wrapped her legs around my waist even tighter.
“I need you, too.” More than she even realized.
Eliza’s eyes found mine. “Good,” she whispered right as I pushed into her. “Fuck!” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I rocked my hips slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size…and giving myself time, too, because otherwise I would’ve been done within seconds with how good she felt.
“That’s my perfect girl,” I groaned, picking up speed as Eliza’s hands roamed my body. My skin flamed everywhere she touched me, seeking whatever she would give me.
I kissed her slowly, teasing and tasting her while our hips moved quickly, urgently, to make up for the time we’d been apart. Thankfully, it hadn’t been long, but any time without Eliza was too much.
I slipped my hand between us, adding pressure to her clit that had her warning she was close.
“Atta girl,” I praised. “Come for me. Right now. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Eliza’s eyes dipped down, watching as I slid inside her and my fingers worked against her. “Yes, Leo,” she panted. “I’m right there.” She then flicked her eyes back to me and uttered words that were my undoing. “Fill me up. I want to feel you.”
How I didn’t finish inside her right then and there, I didn’t know. Likely because I was determined to get her to finish first.
Eliza fisted the sheets, and I felt her flutter around me as pleasure flooded her body. My hips slammed against hers. Her flushed cheeks, puffy lips, and cries of pleasure were more than enough to get me over the edge.
I spilled inside her, resting my forehead against hers as my hips slowed. “I love you,” I said and then repeated it a few extra times for good measure. I pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to her and pulling her into my arms.
“I love you, too.” Eliza had a dazed, carefree smile on her lips aimed right at me. She curled into me and pressed a kiss to my chest.
Before she got too comfortable on me, I got up from bed, walking to the bathroom and grabbing a wash cloth. I ran it under warm water before returning to the room to find Eliza lying on her side, eyes watching my every move. I gently moved the warm cloth between her legs and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
I set the cloth down on the ground before sliding back into bed, and it didn’t take Eliza much time to hook her leg over my hip and rest her head on my shoulder.
“I didn’t realize you saw me first that night or that you were even there,” she said softly, and it didn’t take me long to figure out which night she was talking about. Colin must’ve told her during their conversation.
“I did, and I was.”
She lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes tracing my features.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you that night,” I continued. “You had this passionate energy that radiated off you. It was impossible to ignore. But…” I shook my head. “I was twenty-nine in a college bar. Hitting on the bartender did not seem like a good look, no matter how much I couldn’t look away.”
“It wasn’t our time,” Eliza said.
I nodded slowly. “It wasn’t our time.”
“That’s, like, some soulmate shit.”
I nuzzled my face into her neck, my mustache tickling her skin and getting a laugh out of her. “Who’s the hopeless romantic now?”
“Still you,” she uttered between laughs. “You probably couldn’t stop thinking about me after that night,” she teased.
