Page 63 of Leo
When I shifted so I sat with one knee to either side of his hips, he broke the kiss enough to murmur, “Much better.”Arching his hips, he rubbed his very enthusiastic erection against mine, moaning loud and deep when rocked down against him.The kiss got sloppy, both of us panting as we started to move against one another with an uneven rhythm.I wanted to go fast, hard, but he grabbed my hips and tried to still me.I protested with a whine but slowed after one (okay, three) more rolls of my hips against his.“We’ve got hours, don’t we?”
“What time do you think Bethany’s coming home?”
He grinned.“She texted while you were on the phone with Naomi.She won’t be back till after midnight.I told her to call, and I’d meet her at home.”
“So, we havesometime,” I breathed, giving the tiniest twitch of my hips.He caught his lip between his teeth and closed his eyes.“I can do slow,” I promised.
Ambrose murmured something wordless and soft, reaching up to tilt my head just a bit to one side before moving us both, getting me onto my back, cradling him between my thighs on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.“Better,” he whispered.“Did I ever tell you I love that sound you make when I do this?”He traced the very edge of my jaw with the tip of his tongue, nipping my earlobe at the last second.
My gasp was breathy and high, but he did seem to love the sound.He groaned against my throat, kissing the sensitive skin beneath my chin and nipping gently over the small swell of my Adam’s apple.I couldn’t stop touching him, moving my hands up and down his back, rucking his shirt up out of the way as I sought more skin, more heat.When I wiggled my right hand down beneath the waistband of his tight jeans, finding the cleft of his ass with the very tips of my fingers, he stopped making love to my neck and pressed his head to my shoulder.“Oh my god, yes.Fuck.”
He reared back, eyes blown dark with desire as he fumbled my jeans open, neither of us stopping to deal with our shirts now.He worked my zipper down carefully before unfastening his own pants and then we were kissing again, open-mouthed and messy, half-formed words and full-throated moans and grunts escaping us as he brought our cocks together, working the slick of our precum over our heads and down our shafts.“Do it, please?”he murmured, pressing back against my hand again, and I nodded.
“Get them wet,” I ordered softly, bringing my fingers to his lips.He grinned, then closed his eyes and sucked each finger into his mouth one at a time, laving them with his tongue until my hand was slick with it.When I pulled my hand back, he started stroking us together slowly, twisting his hand over our heads, the swell of his catching just beneath mine, pressing into my frenulum and making me gasp every time.He spread his legs a little more, silently urging me to get on with it, and I laughed breathlessly.“Okay, okay.Ready?”
“Leo,” he growled.“Swear to god…”
Whatever he was going to swear was lost in a moan as I circled his tight pucker with the tip of my middle finger, pressing gently as I stroked and teased.It was his turn to whimper, bucking back against my finger before thrusting against me again.I wiggled my left hand between us, joining with him to hold our cocks tightly, to keep stroking and moving together.He whined with pleasure when I finally pressed my finger inside, following with one then two more after a few minutes of working him open.“Good?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.“I’m so fucking close, Leo.God…”
“Me too,” I sighed, forcing my eyes to stay open, to watch him as we started to fall together.The slick-wet sounds of our bodies moving against one another, his softly panted grunts and sighs as I worked inside him, my own breathless moans filled the room—hell, probably the entire house.He fell before I did, hot liquid release spilling over our joined fingers as his entire body went stiff and still for a long moment, squeezing hard around my fingers.He went pliant and soft on a low, throaty groan, a shudder racing down his body as he started to work his hand again, stroking me to completion while his slowly softening cock was still pressed against me, sticky and wet.I followed not long after, my release both a surprise and a relief, breaking over me with a sudden, intense wash of heat that melted me from the inside out.I gave in and closed my eyes, gasping for breath only to trail off into a disgruntled whine when Ambrose rocked back and off of me.
“Getting a washcloth,” he murmured.“I’ll be right back.”He winked, licking his fingers clean.
“Not fair.I wanted to do that.”
“You’ve got your own hand,” he laughed, his eyes hot as I smirked and brought my fingers to my mouth with a happy slurping sound.“Okay, give me like… an hour?Maybe two?We’re doing this again…”
“We’re doing this many, many times,” I called after him.“Even if I have to hire extra help at the home to make sure I have more time off!”
He laughed, but I was a little serious.
When he came back with the cloth, we got cleaned up in a comfortable sort of silence, getting dressed again despite our earlier promises of another round.I had a service the next day, and he had to get home for Bethany in a little bit.We sat on the sofa this time, both of us a little too old for the floor to feel comfortable for very long, and curled around one another as something we didn’t have to pay attention to in order to understand played on TV.
“I should get going soon.”He yawned after a little while.“It’s almost midnight.I don’t want Bethany to have to wait outside if I’m late or something.”
I squeezed him a bit tighter before letting him go.“I wish you didn’t.Or I wish we lived closer together.”
Both of us froze for a moment, the idea occurring to us both at the same time.“Um.”
“Good um or bad um?”I asked.
“Depends… Were you about to suggest we think about moving in together?”
“Well.”I sat up, smoothing my suddenly damp palms over my jean-clad thighs and hoping I wasn’t about to fuck up royal.“We’d be able to spend more time together.And the kids get along.”
“And?”he prompted, one brow quirking.
“And?And we could either figure out a new place together or decide which one of our homes would work out best for the four of us?”
“And?”
“And…”Oh.Well.I hadn’t fucked it up royal but judging by the look on his face, Ihaddone something funny.“And I want to live with you because I hate the thought of one more day going by when we’re not together, sharing our lives.”
“Oh, thank god.”He sighed.“I thought you were going to say it’d be more cost efficient, and I was going to have to shake you a little.”He pounced then, pulling me in for a kiss that ended with us laughing, fingers tangling together as we plunged off the next step.