His eyes narrow, then he shrugs out of his jacket. Leo tosses it on the club chair in the corner. One hand goes to his tie as the other flicks open his slacks. The tie hits the floor, and his hands go to the buttons on his shirt. I watch greedily as inch by beautiful golden-brown inch comes into view. He tugs the shirt out of his pants and tosses it on the chair. Then he stops. “I’m caught up. I want you naked.”

Hearing him say it with raw need unhidden I don’t dare deny him. The closer he comes to me the harder it is to breathe until he’s only inches away. I lift my hand, but he shakes his head. A hand roams over me, down my breast, teasing my nipple, over me, dipping into me before stopping on the curve of my hip. “How are you feeling? Is your pussy sore?”

When am I going to stop blushing? “I’m fine. I’m not sore at all.”

Leo studies my face. “Good, turn around, hands on the bed.”

I don’t hesitate I turn and place my hands on the bed. It sits high up. It’s the perfect height for me to lean down without feeling like I’m going to fall. I wait, hearing Leo undress, anticipation zipping through me. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing open has me soaking wet.

The wait feels endless for Leo to touch me. I can feel his eyes on me, it’s not enough, I want his touch. A finger traces down my spine, down over my ass to where I’m leaking down my inner thighs. He cups me briefly before pushing two fingers inside me. I shudder at the feeling, lifting for more. Only it doesn’t come, his fingers are gone. Leo’s hands grip my hips tight. He pushes into me hard, fast, deep. My whole body is centered on the pleasure mingled with pain of his thick cock pushing into me.

“Tight, fuck you are so damn tight.” Leo sounds like he’s choking on the words.