Page 22 of Arranged with Twins

He helps me with the buttons, shrugging out of the shirt and revealing the muscled chest I remember from our night together nine weeks ago. I explore the familiar territory, tracing scars and tattoos while he watches me with dark intensity.

“Your turn.” His voice is rough as he reaches for the zipper of my dress, drawing it down slowly while maintaining eye contact.

The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in black lace lingerie that makes his breath catch audibly.

“Beautiful.” The word comes out with a hint of awe as he skims his hands over my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. ”

“Have you?” I work at his belt, emboldened by the hunger in his voice. “What else have you been thinking about?”

“How you taste.” He bends his head to brush his lips against my neck, pressing hot kisses to my pulse point. “How you sound when you come, and how it felt to be inside you.”

His words send heat straight through to my pussy, making me arch against him as his mouth moves lower. When he reaches the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, he bites down gently, marking me in a way that’s both possessive and tender.

“I’ve been thinking about it too.” My confession comes out breathlessly as he works his way down to my collarbone. “Late at night, when I’m alone in my apartment, pretending I don’t miss the way you made me feel.”

The admission seems to snap his control. He lifts me onto the bed, following me down onto the expensive sheets while his hands and mouth map every inch of exposed skin. When he reaches my breasts, still covered by the black lace, he pauses to look up at me.

“This is in my way.” He traces the edge of the bra, making me shiver.

“Then take it off.” The words come out demanding, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his smile turns predatory.

The bra disappears with efficient skill, and then his mouth is on my breast, tongue circling my nipple while his hand cups the other. The sensation makes me cry out, arching my back off the bed as pleasure shoots into my mound.

“Sensitive.” He murmurs the observation against my skin before switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. “I like that.”

I can’t form words to respond. I’m too lost in the sensation of his mouth and hands claiming every inch of skin.

When he starts kissing his way down my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel, I have to grip the sheets to keep from flying apart.

“Leo, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, just that I need more.

“Please what?” He hovers just above the line of my panties, his breath hot against my skin. He breaths deliberately against my pussy, making me squirm. “Tell me what you want.”

“Everything.” The word comes out desperate, honest. “I want everything.”

He strips away the last barrier between us, leaving my labia completely exposed under his hungry gaze. For a moment, he just looks at me, and I let my legs splay wider in invitation. He lets out a sound somewhere between a hiss and a groan as he stares at me.

“Perfect.” He almost whispers the word as he settles between my thighs, his shoulders spreading them wider still. He inhales my scent, and I release another wave of moisture in response.

The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, and I lift my hips off the bed involuntarily.

He holds me still with hands that are gentle but firm, taking his time to explore and taste while I fall apart beneath him.

He builds my pleasure slowly, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that has me sobbing his name.

He circles my clit with his tongue as he adds a finger, then two, pushing them into my channel and increasing my pleasure yet again.

I’m lost completely, climbing toward a peak that feels almost too intense to bear.

“So close, aren’t you?” He chuckles knowingly, which vibrates against my sensitive flesh, making my clit pulse as I hover on the verge of climax. “Let go, Sienna.”

The command sends me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in a deluge that leaves me shaking and breathless.

He doesn’t stop, drawing out my climax until I have to push him away, too sensitive to take more.

It takes me several minutes to recover, and he waits patiently between my thighs, occasionally kissing my stomach.

It seems oddly symbolic, though he doesn’t know about the baby.

In a bid to distract myself from those thoughts, and because I still want more with him, and to please him, I sit up. “You need attention too.” I sit up on shaking arms, reaching for him with hands that tremble slightly.

He lets me push him onto his back, watching with dark eyes as I explore his body with the same thorough attention he gave mine.

I trace his tattoos with my tongue before pausing to explore his nipples.

He really likes it when I bite him, emitting a sharp exhalation as I scrape my teeth over the tight bud.

I lick my way down, over his abs, to his cock. When I take the shaft in my mouth, he groans deeply in his chest while tangling his hands in my hair. “Sienna...” My name comes out broken and almost desperate.

I smile but keep working him. I stroke his cock with my tongue, exploring and teasing before drawing him inside.

I suck in my cheeks and start to bob my head, making him arch and cry out.

He thrusts against my face until the head of his cock is at the back of my throat, and I swallow while massaging him with my cheeks.

He’s suddenly rigid with tension, and I pull back just when he’s getting close. “Not yet.”

“You’re a cruel woman.” His voice is strained as I kiss my way back up his body.

“Worth it though.” I straddle him, dragging my wet slit against his hard cock until he thrusts upward. A slight shift of my hips puts his cock at my opening, and I sink down on him as he thrusts upward again, taking him inside me slowly while we both watch where our bodies join.

The sensation of his cock inside me makes us both groan, and we’re perfectly still for a tick, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection. Slowly, I start to move, finding a rhythm that has him gripping my hips while I lose myself in the pleasure.

“That’s it.” His voice is rough with approval as I ride him, taking what I need while giving him what he craves. “Take what you want.”

The permission to be selfish, to claim my own pleasure, sends me spiraling toward another climax.

I circle my hips and press down firmly against him, rocking my clit against his pubic bone.

When he reaches between us to stroke my clit, I come again, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I cry out his name.

The sensation of me coming triggers his own release, and he sits up to pull me against his chest as he spills inside me, while we both shake with the force of our mutual pleasure.

I lay on his chest, not wanting to move an inch and break the spell.

“We should talk about what this means.” His voice is quiet and almost uncertain in a way that’s completely unlike him.

“Later.” I press a kiss to one of the stars on his chest, tasting salt and his essence. “Right now, I just want to exist in this moment.”

He tightens his arms around me, and for once, he doesn’t argue about control, planning, or what comes next. We lie together in the aftermath, both of us aware that everything has changed again but neither ready to examine what that means.

I drift toward sleep feeling safer than I have in weeks, despite everything that happened tonight. In Leo’s arms, with his body warm and solid beneath mine, the danger feels distant and manageable.

It’s only later, after a nap, when I slip into his shower while he makes phone calls, that reality intrudes again.

The hot water feels amazing against my skin, washing away the remnants of fear and tension from tonight’s attack.

I’m reaching for the shampoo when Leo’s voice comes from the doorway, quiet and thoughtful. “Your breasts are fuller.”

The observation makes me twitch, and my hand freeze on the bottle. My stomach lurches with sudden nausea from the secret I’ve been carrying. “What?” I try to keep my voice steady, but I can hear the tremor in it.

“Fuller. More sensitive than they were before too.” His voice carries a note of realization that makes my blood run cold. “I noticed while we were making love that you seemed even more responsive than nine weeks ago. I’m thinking about it more clearly...”

The nausea intensifies, rising in my throat with a vengeance.

I shut off the water quickly and stumble out of the shower, barely making it to the toilet before my stomach rebels completely.

I’m vaguely aware of Leo standing in the doorway, watching in silence as I’m sick.

When I finally stop retching and lean back against the cool tile wall, he’s staring at me with an expression I can’t read.

The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken questions and terrible understanding. I can see him putting pieces together and connecting dots to arrive at the epiphany I desperately wanted to keep hidden for a little longer.

“Sienna.” His voice is very quiet and very controlled. “We need to talk.”