Chapter 54: Beautiful Girl

Chapter 54: Beautiful Girl

Ivy

He laid me back on the bed like I was something precious, spreading my thighs wide and settling between them. I expected him to go fast. He didn’t.

Leo took his time.

He started with slow, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, nipping and sucking until I was squirming. When his tongue finally dragged through my folds, I gasped, back arching off the bed.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured against my skin. “Tastes so fucking sweet.”

He licked me like he was savoring a meal—long, slow strokes from entrance to clit, circling the sensitive bud, dipping inside me.

One big hand splayed across my lower belly, holding me down gently when I tried to buck. His other hand slid under my thigh, lifting it over his shoulder to open me wider.

I’d never felt anything like it. The wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicked and laved and sucked. He found a rhythm that had me panting, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Leo—oh God—”

He hummed against me, the vibration making me see sparks. He didn’t rush. He explored every inch of me with patient, devastating thoroughness. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked gently while flicking it with his tongue, I came hard, crying out his name, thighs shaking around his head.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as the first orgasm rolled through me, he kept going—slowing down just enough to let me breathe, then building me right back up again.

His tongue dipped inside me, fucking me slowly while his thumb rubbed tight circles on my clit. The second orgasm hit stronger, longer, leaving me gasping and whimpering.

“Too much?” he asked, voice muffled against my soaked pussy.

I shook my head frantically, even though I was trembling. “No—don’t stop. Please.”

He smiled against me and went back to work.

The third time was slower, deeper. He used his fingers this time—two thick ones sliding into me while his mouth worked my clit with relentless, perfect pressure.

I came with a broken sob, stars bursting behind my eyelids, my whole body locking up then melting into the bed.

Only then did he ease off, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, my mound, my trembling stomach. He crawled up over me, hovering, his big body caging mine in the best way.

I could feel his cock, already hard again, heavy and hot against my thigh.

He bent my knees, pushing them up and out until I was spread wide beneath him. Then he knelt between my thighs, the head of his cock resting right against my slick entrance—but not pushing in. Not yet.

I looked up at him, dazed and needy, my chest heaving. If he suddenly thrust into me now, I definitely wouldn't object.

I wanted him like he was air.

Leo wrapped one big hand around his thick shaft and dragged the head slowly through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. Every time he passed over my clit, I jolted, oversensitive and desperate.

Then he did something that made my brain short-circuit.

He slid one thick finger into my pussy—slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. At the same time, he pressed the head of his cock against my clit and started rubbing in slow, firm circles.

The dual sensation was overwhelming.

“Oh—Leo—fuck—” I couldn’t form proper words. My hips jerked helplessly.

He kept the same steady rhythm: finger thrusting shallowly inside me, cockhead grinding against my swollen clit. The pressure, the stretch, the slick slide—it was too much and not enough all at once.

I could feel every ridge of him, every pulse. He was so big, so hot, so there.

“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes locked on where we were touching. “Taking my finger so well. So tight around me. You feel that? That’s a preview of what it’s going to be like when I finally fuck you. But not yet. Not until you’re ready. Not until you invite me in.”

I could only moan, head thrashing on the pillow. Every slow drag of his cock over my clit sent lightning through my nerves. Every push of his finger hit something inside me that made my toes curl.

I was climbing again, impossibly, after three orgasms already.

Leo leaned down, bracing himself on one arm while he kept working me with the other. He kissed me, deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“Come for me again, Ivy,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me feel you squeeze my finger. Let me watch you fall apart for me. Only me.”

I did. Heaven knows I did.

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, stronger than the last. I cried out, body bowing off the bed, vision whiting out.

I saw stars—actual stars—bursting behind my eyelids as pleasure ripped through every nerve ending. My pussy clenched hard around his finger, pulsing, fluttering.

Leo kept rubbing me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and sobbing his name. Until my pussy felt too sensitive to function.

Only when I went limp did he slow, then stop. He carefully withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean while never breaking eye contact.

“Beautiful girl,” he said softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

I was boneless. Wrecked in the best way. My chest rose and fell in quick little gasps, and Leo immediately noticed. He shifted to lie beside me, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair.

“Breathe, baby. Slow and easy. I’ve got you.” He kissed my forehead. “Do you need your inhaler?”

I shook my head and tucked my face into his neck, inhaling his scent, letting his steady heartbeat calm mine. My asthma wasn’t flaring badly—just the normal breathlessness—but he always paid attention. Always took care of me.

After a long moment, I tilted my head up to look at him. “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He smiled, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his still-hard cock. “What about you?”

Leo caught my wrist gently. “Later. Right now I just want to hold you. We’ve got two whole weeks, Ivy. Plenty of time for everything.”

I nodded, suddenly shy again now that the haze of pleasure was fading. “I… I liked doing that for you. Even if I wasn’t very good at it.”

He tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You were perfect. Eager. Sweet. Honest. That’s better than any practiced technique. And I loved every second.”

I smiled, small but real, and snuggled closer. My body felt heavy, sated, marked by his mouth and hands. Outside, the house was quiet. Mrs. Kathy was probably somewhere downstairs, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.

The thought made my cheeks heat, but I didn’t really care.

For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. Cherished. Safe.

Leo’s arms tightened around me. “Get some rest, baby. When you wake up, I’m going to feed you real food. Then we’re doing that all over again.”

I laughed softly against his chest. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

I closed my eyes, letting sleep pull me under, already dreaming of his hands, his mouth, and everything still to come