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Babydoll.
The only name you'd answer to if it was him, it just sounded so sweet in that low-honeyed voice that you didn't really quite know what to do with yourself. Your heart picked up in pace as he left open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. Since landing in San Francisco, something in him was different. And you welcomed it.
"So perfect," He mutters against your skin, "How did I get so lucky?"
You chuckled to yourself before letting out a whimper when his teeth bit down, marking your skin so the next time you got a glimpse of yourself - you'd know exactly who you belonged to.
His hands run along every curve of your skin, the rough callousness of his fingers were thrilling and sent shocks up your spine and arousal to pool between your legs.
You wanted him. So. Goddamn. Badly.
He pressed his lips against the thin fabric of your panties before licking a bold stripe through the fabric. Causing you to squirm under his touch. You didn't care, how he tore the thin lace off your body, all you could think about was how his breath fanned against your core and how amazing his tongue felt against you.
The way he devoured your pussy like it was his favorite dessert, or the last meal he'd ever have - had your legs shaking but careful not to squirm because you knew he'd stop right then and there.
And you really, really didn't want him to stop.
Hollowing out his cheeks as he continued to devour you, teeth grazing the pearl which tore a moan from your throat. The man was skilled, skilled enough to have you a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes once he added in his fingers - stretching you, preparing you for something much bigger later.
"Ohoh," You whimpered, hands seeking purchase in his hair - fingers threading through the locks and pulling ever so slightly causing him to groan against your pussy which sent you reeling even further over the edge.
He was masterful, and he was ruthless. Pushing you to the absolute limit as your legs shook and you knew that there couldn't be much done, spreading your legs wider for him, the sinful sounds of him devouring you, made your heart speed up in your chest.
"Leon." You moaned out, right at the edge of heaven itself.
He pulled away, lips glistening with your juices as he brought you in for a deep kiss - fucking you on his fingers as you kissed. Tasting yourself on him and feeling oddly not bothered but more focused on the way he curled his fingers against that special spot inside you that had your hips bucking against his fingers to find more friction.
"You look so pretty right now, babydoll." Leon whispered as you pathetically sought release, "Not even fully fucked-out yet."
His lips attached to your neck now, biting marks down that you'd be staring at days from now. One more curl of his fingers and you came undone, gushing around his fingers before he moved to stroke your trembling clit with two of his fingers to ease you down from your high.
"There we go, that's it." Leon praises, watching just how much of a mess you became because of him.
You watch as he pulls away enough just to strip out of his clothes. Naked in all his glory, your mouth watered at the sight. He was pushing almost forty and just looked absolutely jaw-dropping, he had changed so much within a year.
Your heart swelled with all the love in your chest that you had for him.
As he hovers over you now, naked, and perfect - hands running down his chest as he got himself ready - slowly guiding himself inside you. It felt like he was absolutely made for you like you were made for him, his forehead pressed against yours as he fucked you.
Slowly but powerfully with each roll of his hips, he knew what you liked best. He wanted you to feel all of him like he wanted to feel all of you.
And god, you had a long night ahead of you.