Oh, fuck this.
I push back, grinding against him. If he wants to come with me, I can speed up this process.
"Damn it," he groans as I tighten my muscles around his dick, all the while matching his every stroke. "Oh, fuck," he moans, and I feel him swell inside me. His hand drops between my legs. "Come, Sarah," he rasps on a breath.
His words do nothing to force the orgasm, but those circles over my clit that Leo has perfected set me off like a bolt of lightning. My knees go weak as he pulsates inside me.
My head is light as I come down. "I need a nap," I say as he slowly continues to slide in and out of me.
"You can sleep on the plane."
"That was amazing," I sigh, and he lets out a soft chuckle.
"We need to get going. We’re going to be late." He slowly pulls out, but before I can even groan from the loss, he snakes a hand down and pushes a finger inside me.
"Mmm."
"Like, really soon. We need to go." A second finger joins his first.
"Okay," I answer wantonly, pushing back against his hand.
He glides his other hand up to my breast and squeezes gently. "Do you have one more to give me, ángel?"
"I’ll give you as many as you want." I drop my head back against his shoulder as his hand speeds inside me.
"I want to claim every one of these. You want to come, you do it with me."
"There’s no one else," I whisper.
He reaches up and grabs my hand, pulling it down to join his own, which is playing between my legs. "That’s not what I mean. Not even these fingers get what’s mine," he growls, raking his teeth over my shoulder.
I let out a breathy laugh, but his fingers suddenly twist, silencing me.
"You want to come, you do it with me," he repeats.
"You go out of town a lot," I manage to squeak out just to be a smartass as another orgasm builds inside me.
"That’s what Skype is for, ángel. Now tell me you got it and come on my hand."
I reach between us, grabbing his softening dick and giving it a gentle stroke. "Then these belong to me."
"Not a problem." His fingers begin a deliciously frantic rhythm.
Seconds later, I give Leo exactly what he asked for. As pleasure tears through my body harder than even the first time, I have absolutely zero problems giving Leo James every orgasm I ever experience while we are together.
Hell, maybe even forever.
AFTER OUR flight was delayed, Leo and I arrived in San Juan at around seven p.m. We were both exhausted, but I insisted we at the very least grab a drink and hit the beach. I haven’t had any wine or alcohol since my birthday, and I’m not exactly sure how I feel about drinking at all anymore. After the accident, it seemed logical to give up alcohol. However, now, I don’t particularly have any strong feelings about it. Although I’m not too fond of the idea of getting drunk off one drink and making a fool of myself in front of Leo.
"I want a virgin Sangria," I announce as we approach the bar.
"So you want fruit punch?"
"With fruit floating in it," I finish with an excited grin, and he shakes his head at me.
He turns to the bartender and orders our drinks in Spanish. I’m pretty sure he makes fun of me too because he and the bartender both start laughing and eyeing me. But it’s hard to be annoyed by something like that when Leo is rolling his Rs with his hand possessively resting on my ass. When I look up, he gives me a sexy smirk before leaning down and placing his warm lips to mine in a sensual kiss.
"Here. Let me pay for the drinks," I say, digging into my purse to pull out my credit card.
Leo lets out a loud laugh that makes me jump.
"What?" I ask.
"Sarah, you have lost your damn mind if you think you are paying for anything this weekend. This was my birthday present to you."
"Um. No. Your birthday present was flying me down here, putting me up in a gorgeous hotel, sleeping naked next to me, and sexing me up every time I so much as get wet."
His eyes go wide and he quickly looks around the almost empty bar to see if anyone overheard me. "Jesus Christ, woman. Not so loud."
"Your birthday present did not include buying our every drink or meal. So please let me pay for some stuff while we’re here."
"No," he responds shortly before pulling me in front of him and wrapping an arm around my waist. He brushes the hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "This is my birthday present. You don’t get to define the limitations. You want to do tit for tat while we’re here? Fine, but you’re going to do it in a different way than paying for things. You feel the need to take a turn, you take my dick in your mouth while I’m sleeping naked next to you." He finishes by rolling his hips into my ass, revealing a hard-on that definitely wasn’t there a few moments earlier. He then pulls out his wallet and tosses some money around me on the bar. I don’t argue.