Chapter 61: In Good Hands

Chapter 61: In Good Hands

Ivy

The bed was soaked beneath us, sheets clinging to my skin from the shower water that still dripped from our bodies.

Leo’s weight settled over me, warm and solid, his wet hair falling over his forehead as he looked down at me like I was something sacred. My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could feel it through my chest.

He didn’t rush. Not one bit.

Instead, he lowered his head and kissed me slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world. His lips moved over mine with a tenderness that made my throat tight — soft presses, gentle nips, the slow slide of his tongue against mine.

One of his hands cradled my jaw while the other stroked down my side, fingertips tracing every curve like he was memorizing me. I melted into the mattress, my fingers sliding into his damp hair, pulling him closer.

He kissed like he was apologizing for every bruise, every moment of fear, every harsh word. And I let him. I kissed him back with everything I had, tasting the water on his lips, breathing in the clean, masculine scent of him.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark but soft. “You’re so beautiful, Ivy,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Every part of you.”

He kissed down my throat, lingering at the pulse point where my heart raced. His mouth was hot, wet, reverent. He nipped at my collarbone, then soothed the spot with his tongue, making me shiver.

Lower still, he went, until his lips closed around one hard, aching nipple. The place I ached for his mouth.

I gasped, back arching as he sucked hard. His tongue swirled, flicking the sensitive peak before he bit down. But not too hard, just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure straight between my legs.

He groaned against my skin like he was starving, sucking and licking and biting until the flesh was swollen and glistening.

He gave the same attention to my other breast, alternating between gentle laps and hungry pulls that made my toes curl.

“Leo…” I breathed, fingers tightening in his hair.

He looked up at me through wet lashes, lips shiny. “I could spend hours here,” he murmured, voice rough.

Then he bit down again on my nipple, sucking the sting away until I was squirming beneath him.

By the time he kissed lower, across my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel, I was trembling.

He pushed my thighs apart and settled between them, broad shoulders keeping me open. I rose up on my elbows to watch, heart pounding.

The sight of him there, between my legs, made something hot and tight coil in my belly.

He looked up at me, a wicked little smile curving his mouth. “You want to watch me eat you out, don’t you?” His voice was low, teasing, full of heat. “You want to watch me do my favorite thing.”

I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but I didn’t look away. I nodded.

“Then watch carefully.” He said. “Watch me have a fill of the best meal no one has ever tasted.”

His words did something to me. Something that made me spread my legs impossibly wider for him.

Leo’s smile widened. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly up my slit in one long, deliberate stroke.

I jerked, a broken sound escaping me. He did it again, slower, savoring, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned against me. Then he licked me again — flat tongue, broad and thorough — before circling my clit with the tip.

He teased me mercilessly, alternating between long, lazy licks and quick flicks that had my hips twitching.

Every time I got close, he backed off, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs instead.

I was shaking, thighs trembling around his head, toes curling into the wet sheets. My fingers fisted in his hair, holding him to me as he finally sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked.

The pressure built fast, sharp and overwhelming.

I was right there, right on the edge, my whole body winding tighter and tighter—

He pulled back.

I whimpered in protest, hips chasing his mouth. Leo kissed the inside of my thigh, then looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “I only want you to come when I’m inside you,” he said, voice husky. “When I’m buried deep and you’re squeezing me tight. That’s when I want to feel you fall apart.”

My breath caught. I nodded shakily, too worked up to speak.

He climbed back up my body, settling between my spread thighs. His cock, thick, hard, and intimidating, rested heavy against my stomach.

He kissed me again, slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His hand stroked my cheek, my neck, my breast.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “So perfect. I’m going to take care of you.”

I hesitated, nerves creeping in. “Leo… you don't have a condom?”

He smiled softly. “I'm clean. I can show you my result. I won't give you anything—”

I shook my head. “It's not that.” I bit my lip. “I don't want to—”

“Shhh.” He kissed me again, deeper this time, silencing the words. “Don’t ruin the moment, baby,” he murmured. His hips rolled, the head of his cock sliding through my slick folds.

The friction made me gasp. But I remembered what was at stake.

I pulled back slightly, heart racing for a different reason now. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Leo’s hand came up, thumb brushing slowly over my lower lip. His eyes searched mine, steady and intense. “Do you trust me, Ivy?”

I stared at him, pulse fluttering wildly in my throat. Part of me was terrified — of the pain, of what this meant, of the risk. But another part… the part that had stayed when I could have left, the part that wanted him despite everything… nodded.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” He smiled. “I love you. I won't leave you. I won't abandon you. I'll always be here.”

I frowned. “What are you saying?”

“Relax for me.” He kissed me again, soft and reassuring. “I’ll be gentle. I wouldn’t want to make this hurt any more than it has to.”

I glanced down between us. His cock looked massive against my smaller frame — thick and flushed, the head already terrifyingly eager.

Fear twisted low in my stomach once again. How was that supposed to fit?

Leo chuckled softly, reading my expression. “Trust me. It’ll fit.”

He lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My ankles crossed around his ass instinctively. “Hold on to me,” he said quietly.

I looped my arms around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders. My voice came out small. “Is it going to hurt a lot?”

He looked me straight in the eyes, no hesitation. “Not for long.”

“Have you… done this before?”

He chuckled. “If you mean, fucking a virgin… then yes. You're not my first. Lay back for me, baby. You're in good hands. Trust me.”

Then he kissed me—slow, deep, stealing my breath—and began to push inside.