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“Hey, baby! Wanna see this video that made me think of you? I know it’s going to make you laugh!” You’d giggled the entire sentence out, picturing the video you’d wanted to show Leon playing in your head. Even more laughter erupts from you as the brunette turns in your general direction to indulge your query. You’d hoped that Leon found the video as funny as you did—just as you intend every time you show him something like this. Most of the time, it warrants an exhale through his nose and a slight smile. Some of the time, he’ll offer a chuckle. But every so often—and hopefully this time—he full blown belly-laughs. On occasion, the genuine laughter you are able to prompt from Leon fuels your own and drives you to coax more from him.
Especially because of how much better he’s been seeming to do mentally lately. He hasn’t been coming back home nearly blacked out on whatever concoction with an ABV of 40% or above that he’s able to get his hands on, for starters. Way less than how he used to over the past two years. He’s also seemed to have gained the weight that he’s lost back.
You’d sat patiently through arguably his worst, and graciously so, he seems to be on a path of improvement.
You’d also noticed this gradual change beginning to take place a few months before he went on his trip to San Francisco.
He also gives you the impression that he handles the stressors that he does tell you about more proficiently; as recently when he informed you of the loss of his beloved Kawaski due to a ‘bad accident’, it hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as it should have. In his words, he was okay and that’s all that mattered to him. Now, upon initially hearing such news, you were greatly distressed for Leon’s wellbeing. Rightfully so. He sure did a good job quelling your concern, though, with a ‘But I still came home to you!’ at the time.
What a suave little smartass.
You hoped that at least he was wearing a helmet…
Naturally, with his enhanced mood trends, hearing him laugh was becoming more and more common. You’d really hoped that today you’d make him laugh as hard as you did at this video that you’re about to show him on your phone.
The two of you are sitting at the table in the kitchen of your shared living space. Leon sits right across from you. Resting in front of you are bowls of peach sorbet, which you two are happily savoring before you both head to bed. It’s quite late and the world outside is dying down and hunkering in for the night.
“Well if it’s got you laughing like that, sure.” Leon says, acknowledging how you’re already laughing like how someone would do so at their own punchline before they were able to get their joke out.
As soon as the words leave Leon’s mouth, you grab your phone, unlock it, and hand it right over to Leon as the screen opens up to your photo gallery, where you had the video that you wanted Leon to see. Your face lights up in anticipation when you see Leon crack a smirk at the thumbnail of the video and fumble with the small play button at the bottom of the screen.
The video was silent, but the content of said video is what you’d found so funny. The footage plays out before Leon’s eyes, and you see his cheeks begin to dimple and crow’s feet formulating by the corners of his eyes. Just as you’d yearned for, Leon lets out a genuine burst of laughter. What he does next, however, happens too quickly for you to even anticipate or react properly to.
For some reason unbeknownst to you and Leon, he starts fucking swiping through your photo gallery. You didn’t even catch his thumb flicking to the left on your phone screen, as the way he was holding the phone blocked your view of it. What tipped you off is how Leon’s facial expression almost instantaneously changed. His laughter tapered off naturally—but his smile faded and his jaw drops slightly. His lips are slightly puckered and his eyebrows shot right up, causing his forehead to wrinkle. Whatever he’s just seen, he’s looking at it with an intense passion.
What Leon just scrolled through were four very explicit photos of yourself.
He didn’t know that you’d actually intended to send them to him while he was still at San Francisco right before he came back. He also didn’t know that there was no need for you to send them any more since he was able to come home a bit earlier than you both predicted. You truthfully meant to delete them, but just forgot to for reasons unknown. Whatever. Leon just hit the jackpot. Lottery winners don’t complain.
The first photo Leon laid eyes on was a tease of what was to come. You were standing in front of the mirror in your guys’ room, large bed in the background and all. Your weight was shifted onto one leg in order to accentuate your natural curves. With one hand, you held the phone, and with the other, you were pulling up your shirt to reveal both your stomach and breasts to the camera. You’re even wearing his favorite bra of yours, and the garment compliments both your breast shape and size.
Leon quickly swipes. His heart rate picks up and his mouth runs slightly dry.
The second photo of yourself is much worse in terms of suggestiveness. It was done selfie-style, where you used the front-facing camera on your phone to capture your body. Your shirt was completely off, as well as your bra. The camera was tilted upwards enough for your face and breasts to be in perfect view, but as his gaze moved downwards, the shift in perspective almost caused this to go unnoticed. Your free hand was snaked under the elastic band of your bottoms, and Leon could instantly recognize that you were touching yourself here. Had he not noticed your hand down the front of your pants, he still would have assumed that you were aroused to some extent judging by the salacious facial expression you donned for the camera.
His heart now slams in his chest, as he knows that you were thinking of him while you were doing that. There’s no other way you weren’t. His thumb has a fucking mind of its own now.
The third photo doesn’t do Leon much better than the one before that. It was similar to the first in how you used the camera on the back of the phone to capture the subject matter; in true booty pic fashion, too. You were standing before the mirror once more, as well. Except you were facing away from the mirror and your shirt remained off. You’d pulled your bottoms down to the base of your quads to have them bunch up by your knees. This allowed Leon a perfect view of your full ass, which was clad in revealing underwear that matched the bra you showed off in the first picture. Despite how you faced away from the mirror, you turned back as much as you could to try your best to get your face in frame. You knew how he always liked it when he could see your pretty little face in these special images.
There was no stopping the direction of Leon’s blood flow, for his heart never slowed down. His pants are getting tighter, but curiosity prevails.
Nothing could have prepared Leon for the fourth and final photo. If the three previous images didn’t affect him, this one surely would have. This is straight up triple-x worthy. The phone was put back into selfie-mode, and you were down on all fours facing away from it. With your rear arched upwards to the camera and arms spread out to favor support for one side, you gave Leon the most perfect view of your bare pussy. You were even curled inwards just a bit so that you could get your face into view, and you just look beautiful. Even when Leon removes the context of the situation, he’s able to appreciate your form as a lover would. But given his current circumstances—with what’s occurring downstairs, Leon’s thoughts don’t deviate for long. And he’s doomed when he notices that your labia are glistening slightly. Oh, his ass is in a whole world of trouble.
This all happened so fast—too fast for Leon to be reacting like this. Was it unexpected as all hell? Yeah. Is he going to say something about this? Yeah. Should he have swiped instead of just giving you your phone back? Probably not. He can’t even place the unforeseen force that compelled him to even start nosing around your business to begin with! But does he swipe back through the photos again? Hell yeah!
After he swipes back to the very first photo, Leon releases the breath he was holding. An absolutely impish and shit-eating grin makes its way back onto Leon’s facial features.
“Aw sweetheart…”
At the moment, a hundred different things were running through your mind at once. Why the sudden tone shift? Is he okay? Did the video you wanted him to see inadvertently remind him of something? What the hell was up right now?!
As if he read your mind, Leon continues to provide his input.
“Were these for me…?” He leaves the phone on so that you could see what he was talking about. Leon sets the phone down in front of your bowl of melting sorbet facing you. When he returns to his original position, he has to adjust both the front of his pants and the way that he is seated. Not so discreetly, of course.
While you ask yourself what the hell Leon means by ‘are these for him’, you look down at your phone—oh. Oh! A deep twinge of rosy pink envelopes your cheeks. Your core temperature spikes from the embarrassment and shock of the situation that you and Leon now find yourselves in, and you now find yourself wearing the same expression of surprise as Leon did when he found these images.
‘So that’s what that reaction was for.’ Your startled brain concluded before you thought of what to say or even do next. You don’t mind that Leon went through your phone; he can do that when he wants, you have nothing to hide. The fact that you just really were not intending for Leon to see those pictures is what has you thrown completely off-kilter.
You look up from your phone. Both hands sit completely still beside you as no attempt to pick it up was made. Shaky eyes lock with your lover’s and you truthfully admit: “Mhm…” You break eye contact and look anywhere but Leon’s face, naturally feeling a sense of scrutiny from his glacial stare. As if to add to your conviction, you nod your head and reaffirm him. “Yeah. I wanted to send those to you before you got on your flight back from San Francisco…but…y’know…” You trail off, knowing that he knows that you’re talking about how he came home early. Part of you felt super humiliated being put on the spot by him like this.
But Leon isn’t mad. He’s not challenging you with the intent to dominate or berate you, but so that he could see where this takes him. Leon knows full well over the many years that you’ve spent together how much you love him and how eager you are to show him. In more ways than one.
Leon hasn’t ever referred to you as such nor has he ever called you anything like it, but you consider yourself to be…quite whore-ish for Leon when he’s gone. Exchanging photos of one another during your separation was common when his circumstances permitted, and you were the one who initially started it. You’d just suggested it as a little ‘Just thinking of you’ gesture, and Leon fully took you up on your offer. You do other devious things with him in mind while he is away, but the photo sharing is your only tangible way to show to Leon how ‘bad’ you’re being.
“Well I’m glad you didn’t send them.” Leon winks at you then takes a final bite from the now finished bowl of sorbet. He pushes his chair back, not minding the screech of wood against tile as he gets up to go put his empty bowl in the sink. When Leon gets up, however, he turns on his foot a little too quickly.
Because you’re stuck in some sort of stupor as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, your hollow gaze never left Leon, and so, you barely caught how suspiciously fast he turned. You brush it off and go to finish the last of your sorbet while you think of how to respond to Leon’s quip. After your bowl is emptied, you shut your phone off and get up to put the dish in the sink alongside Leon’s.
He’s in the process of rinsing his bowl off as he sees you in his peripheral. He offers to take your bowl from you without turning to you, and takes his sweet time rinsing your dish once you hand it to him. You don’t know it, but this whole situation has Leon incredibly worked up and he now has to deal with an unexpected and rather intense erection. He was just as physically affected by you as you are by him.
You nevermind Leon’s flip in demeanor as you’re more worried about how he feels about what he saw just now. As much as you’re down to get it on with him or push his buttons, you still recognized that there was a time and a place for everything. You quickly try to mend the tension that you assume tinges the air. You’re turned away as you half-mumble to him. “You weren’t supposed to see those…”
Leon turns his head to look at you before you say anything else. “Oh? And why’s that?” He wants to lightly tease you but refrains from doing so as he notices that your voice is laced with shame, so he decides on trying to keep his tone neutral.
“Well, since you made it home early, I was kind of waiting for the right time to show you in person. But I know that sometimes all you want to do when you get back is rest, so I just figured ‘maybe next time’, y’know?” You state objectively. Leon was pretty exhausted these past couple of days since he’s been back. You don’t hold it against him at all, though.
Sometimes when he gets back, Leon is very antsy about laying claim to you. Others, he seems to wait for you to initiate things. There’s even times where you two won’t be physically intimate with one another at all due to either Leon needing to leave shortly after his return or due to his mental state. You have become very keen on being able to gauge where Leon is at over the time that you have spent together.
But for this instance in particular, it seems like he’s put the ball in your court.
Leon swallows hard and turns the water off after the words ‘show you’ leave your mouth. When you finish talking, Leon’s heart is beating so hard in his chest that there’s now no chance that he could hide the effect you had on him. One thing he appreciates more than your eagerness for him is your considerate nature towards him. He loves how good you are to him.
If you hadn’t known Leon for all the years that you have, you’d say that his body language is telling you that he’s very upset with you.
The environment stagnates heavily with the three or so solid seconds of silence that pass before any of you say anything.
You feel weird for coming to this conclusion, but the humiliation you once felt when he initially called you out is slowly being overtaken by arousal. Admittedly, this confrontation is turning you on more than it should, and so is the thought of your boyfriend reprimanding you.
“You wanted to show me instead?” Leon turns his head to look at you from the side. His eyes are narrowed and his face is painted with a wicked grin. As thankful as Leon is that he’s being offered a choice by you, his body is telling him the complete opposite. He’s gotta do something about this erection, and he knows you’re more than willing to help him out.
You felt emboldened by the flirtatious tone of Leon’s provocation towards you, and very excitedly began to engage in this back-and-forth in hopes of riling your lover up. “Yeah, I was thinking of recreating them for you, ‘n put on a little act for you, if you’d like.” You suggestively giggle at Leon in hopes that it signifies how badly you still want to do this for him. All he has to do right now is say the magic words and you’ll slut yourself out for him.
Leon turns around slowly, and when he’s fully facing you, it clicks within your mind; the reasoning for his shift in attitude looks like it’s pressing so painfully against Leon’s jeans.
That little shit! Why couldn’t he have just cut to the chase instead of making you think that you did something wrong!?
“And when were you thinking of showing me, y’know, since what you’re thinking about is so much better than those pictures?” The man takes a cursory stride towards you, gauging your reaction for any discomfort then creeping closer once he senses none. And the closer he gets, the more he towers over you.
It’s completely unintentional on Leon’s end, but this simple action reiterates how much bigger this man is compared to you.
“Wanna find out right now?” Even though you’re quite literally backed up against the dining table by your lover, you hold steadfast in your attempt to instigate Leon. You start to feel a heartbeat in your clit at the way that he’s looking down his nose at you, though. Hell, you know damn well that Leon has no desire to demean you in any way when it comes to your size discrepancy nor would he ever turn it against you, but you just can’t for the life of you control your tremors when he gets all up close and personal to you like this.
Leon takes in your suggestion and body language, mulling over his answer as he admires you. You’re sitting directly under the lamp above the dining table, but your pupils are blown out so large that he can see himself staring back. Your trembling doesn’t go unnoticed, and neither does the waver in your voice as you attempt to make a stand against him. He sees right through the façade you put up but chooses to entertain it anyway because he finds your temperament to be adorable.
“You don’t even have to ask.” Leon shakes his head and offers a small laugh, his brunette dyed fringes bouncing with his head movement. He takes a step back, looks down the hall, and continues to talk. “Let’s take things from the top, yeah?”
Your eyes follow Leon’s gaze where it lands on the door to your room down the hall and you silently understand his unspoken request to move things to your bedroom. Recollecting both your courage and composure, you push yourself away from the table and begin to make your way to your shared bedroom. You look back at Leon to beckon him to follow suit.
Your heart pounds in your chest with anticipation for what’s to come as hard as it does every time you and Leon play with each other like this. This giddiness within you acts like a potent substance that you are unable to build a tolerance to; so addictive, yet each hit that you get feels exactly as euphoric as the first high his touch gave you. As you walk, each step you take leads you deeper and deeper into your come-up. You feel and hear Leon directly behind you, and it only adds to the intensity of your excitement.
Once you’re within the sanctity of your room, you enthusiastically turn around to walk a few steps back to Leon so you can meet him where he stands. Things usually always start with a kiss, and this time it’s no different for you. You have to stand up on the tips of your toes, just like with every other time, too.
Your lover understands the gesture all the same and tilts his head downward to meet you.
You both shut your eyes and tenderly lock lips. The second your lips make contact with his, you are thrust into the very peak of the high that Leon has given you. The light amount of stubble growing in on his upper lip and his chin scrape delightfully against your face in all of its glorious sandpaper-y contrast to the smooth, wet pucker of his lips. You go to sling both of your arms over the back of Leon’s neck as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and feel him wrap his own arms around your waist.
A little whimper escapes you through the sound of your lips smacking, and you feel the hold on your waist tighten for a split second before it returns to standard pressure. You swipe your tongue against the seam of Leon’s lips and go to take another lick once his mouth opens up and his own tongue meets yours.
He still tastes like the peach sorbet you both ate.
Your clit now aches and you feel a dull pain in your cunt from how hard it’s clenching on to absolutely nothing right now. Before you force yourself to break the kiss, you gently begin to turn Leon around and maneuver him so that he’s near your bed with his back facing it. Once you have him where you want him, you part from him and meekly command him to sit down on the bed.
Leon unzips his fly then unbuttons his pants in order to relieve the uncomfortable pressure on his dick, which has remained almost fully hard since he stuck his nose into your business. He’s quick enough that when he does it, it remains unseen to you, but he happily obeys you nonetheless.
As soon as Leon flops down onto the bed, you steel yourself before you put on your little act for him. As nervous as you are, you love it when he holds you to your word. Shaky hands reach for the hem at the bottom of your shirt and they slowly peel it up inch by inch as you reveal your tummy and clothed breasts to Leon. “It’s not your favorite bra like how in the picture I took for you the other day but—”
“I don’t give a damn.” Leon grunts before he cuts you off. “You know I prefer you with them off.” He finishes with a lilt in his voice. Flipping his hair out of his face, Leon puts both hands behind him and leans back onto the bed, getting comfortable for the show.
Any doubts you had are shut up by your lover’s interruption. He’s always quick to shut your insecurities down with provision of his subjective truth. You blush at him and think to yourself; ‘I’m so lucky to have him.” as your soft gaze takes in his slightly disheveled state. After you completely remove your shirt, the discarded clothing item falls beside your feet as you use both hands to unclasp your bra.
Your movements are teetering between timidity and intrepidity. You assuredly know that Leon very so clearly enjoys what you’re doing right now, but he’s watching you so fucking intensely that it’s hard to not feel some modicum of mortification at the possibility of what he could be thinking of at the moment.
And so, a daring step was placed forward towards Leon.
Another.
And another.
You now stand right before him between his open legs with enough distance between you two that he could reach out and touch you.
He doesn’t. Not quite yet. He just watches slightly slack-jawed as you firmly grasp your breasts once with each hand and move your hands in a sensual manner until they slide into the waistband of your leggings. A part of him wants to take his dick out of his boxers and start stroking himself, but he’s too entranced by you.
Simultaneously, you turn to present your rear to Leon while you pull down your leggings along with your ruined and mismatched underwear. The newly shed clothing gets put in the same vicinity as your bra and shirt to be forgotten until the morning. You don’t need to turn to face Leon when you hear a rustling to know that he’s starting to remove his own shirt, and you laugh a little when you see it go flying over your head and on top of the growing clothes pile on the opposite side of the room.
You make a show of stepping forward onto the shag carpet on the side of the bed that Leon is sitting on and getting down onto all fours. It’s now time for your finishing act. Arching your back and turning partially over to one side, you look dreamily back at Leon. You use the arm that you’re leaning on to support yourself and use your other one to reach around to your ass so that you could spread it in order to give your lover a clear view of your pussy.
It’s glistening more than how it did in the damn picture. Leon bets that he could easily sink two fingers into your awaiting entrance all the way to the base of his knuckles without causing you any harm—you look that wet to him. His eyes roll back because just one glance reminds him of your taste, as well. So uniquely you and heady on his tongue. And now he’s caught between a rock and a hard place because he can’t decide whether or not he wants to begin preparing you by eating you or by using his fingers on you.
Duh, he should speak up. Snap out of it!
You beat him to the punch, though. For once.
“What’re you waiting for, Leon? C’mere and use me…” You whine out as you wiggle your ass tauntingly at him. A shiver wracks through your body at the dark look that flashes over Leon’s features. The urgency at which he gets up to oblige your request sends shockwaves through your nervous system which causes your vulva to visibly flutter and contract.
Leon’s eyes are locked in on exactly that. He deeply admires that you verbally beg for him just as much as your body does, as well as the little boost to his ego that your responses provide. “You look so fuckin’ wet ‘n pretty f’me, doll…” Leon gruffly states as he moves to get down on his knees behind you. He can’t help himself but to grab both ass cheeks with each hand so that he could spread you open further for his viewing pleasure.
He could spend hours gawking at your holes, but he always opts to savor the sight for a few solid seconds before he does anything so that it doesn’t frustrate you.
He does just that, and damn near almost drools on himself. Blinking away his stupor, he removes a hand from your ass to shimmy his unbuttoned jeans down to his bent knees. A wave of relief is felt only for a moment now that Leon has the uncomfortable pressure of restrictive clothing peeled from his crotch. All that remains to be removed are his boxers, and before he could pull those down to his knees as well, he feels you push your ass back on him.
Catching a glimpse of your lover looking down at you as he concentrates on himself through the curtain of his highlighted brunette fringe made your brain absolutely melt. It’s as if your brain closed up shop for the night, because now your behavior becomes utterly mindless. You’re running on pure desire and carnal instinct, which lead you to push your ass back onto Leon’s dick so that you could feel him through his underwear.
The abrupt contact causes both of you to moan.
Yours; high pitched and keening.
His; throaty and resonant.
You speak first. “Mmm…wanna grind on my ass, baby?” You say, already starting to shift your hips side-to-side on Leon’s pelvis. Even though his penis is still tucked away into his boxers, it settles firmly and menacingly between the crack of your ass against the lips of your vagina. You feel it throbbing, just for you.
Leon makes a ‘whew’ sound as he exhales. “Shit, is the fuckin’ sky blue?” Both of Leon’s hands go to rest on your ass cheeks once more, and he begins to rock his clothed erection up onto your core. He holds on tightly, sure to envelop himself completely within the hot allure of your most sensitive and intimate area. Ragged exhales rapidly evolve into open mouthed pants with every languid gyration of Leon’s hips. In order to get better leverage on you and to allow ease of his movement, the brunette moves his hands to cinch themselves snug around your waist. His eyes flutter and roll back as he examines the fatty flesh that spills through his fingers to cushion his grip.
Now, Leon has fully lost himself to you. Nothing in the world exists in this moment except for you, him, and the energy of the love that you two share that crackles wildly throughout the air.
Your back is starting to get uncomfortable, strained by the angle at which you are contorting it to, so you move to face away from him. Relief burns pleasantly through the stretched muscles in your back, and the newfound position allows you to fold your arms in front of you and lay your head down on them so that you can arch your back to give Leon better leverage on you. The curve in your spine tilts your pussy upward so that the contact it has with your lover’s bulge is as adjoined as you two can be given that his clothing still remains in the way.
You feel Leon’s large hands easily wrap around your waist and fondly knead the fat between his hands while the undulations of his hips pick up their intensity expeditiously. It doesn’t take long for him to thrust against you as if he’s actually fucking you; the force of his movements against you shift you back-and-forth against the shag carpet all the same. Every inward press against your hot core electrifies you and makes your clit tingle as they draw out involuntary and whiny little “Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!”’s, to which Leon encourages you to do in full.
“C’mon, dollface, d—mmm—don’t be shy, sing a little louder f’me…” The man grunts as he fervently ruts against you. He praises you when he sees you tilt your head back so you can whimper sonorously into the open air. “There you go, always so good f’me, makin’ me realll proud…” Leon begins to slow down his pace, as the raw friction without the glide of some sort of lubricant is growing more uncomfortable than it is pleasurable on his end. He hates to cut yours short, but makes up for it by how fast he changes things up. “I think you deserve a little reward…even though I feel like you’re missing something from the whole ‘routine’ that you replicated for me…” Leon teases lightheartedly, prompting you to halt your movements and look back at him quizzically.
When you turn to look at him, his skin is enveloped in a deep blush, both from light exertion and his proximity to you and one side of his lips are turned upwards in a smirk that you knew meant that he wanted to provoke you. “Oh yeah? I think I went the extra mile, and you were loving every second of it.” You half retort-half inquire.
“You really don’t know?” Leon snickers as you shake your head. He has a penchant for being a bit vague. His hands let go of your waist and seek out your forearms where he establishes a gentle grip on them. He gently prompts you to sit up from your position and assists your movements as he speaks. “C’mere, follow me. Let me give you a hint.” When he gets up, he glances downward and his dick jumps at the sight. A string of your arousal sticks to the part of his crotch that remained in contact with your wet folds. He can’t help the growl that rumbles out of his chest when the rivulet of transudate thins and snaps, no longer connecting you two when he stands up fully. Stepping out of his jeans completely, he carelessly kicks them to the side.
You flash him a questioning look before you collect your composure to lift yourself up on shaky legs. You feel his big hands maintain their grip around your arms as he gently walks you to the end of your bed. He sits down at the edge before you, and moves you to stand in front of him. In front of both of you sits the mirror that you had taken the first image of yourself in that Leon accidentally saw. You make eye contact with Leon in the mirror and silently plead for him to clarify with your confused expression.
Leon rolls his eyes and surrenders the answer to you, really not wanting to beat around the bush anymore. “You forgot the mirror, sweetheart.” He chuckles lowly when your eyebrows shoot up as you make a small noise of realization.
How could he himself forget that you go a little dumb on his dick, though? He really can’t hold it against you.
When you shy away from his eye contact momentarily in embarrassment at not being able to pick up what he was putting down, Leon uses this opportunity to get his boxers off. This time, when he removes them, he takes enough care to throw them in the same direction that your clothing lies scattered in. His dick flops heavily against his legs as he sits back down and makes himself comfortable again. Once he’s firmly seated and fully nude behind you, he taps gently on his built thigh, the currently unused muscle rippling from the action. “Here, have a seat and we’ll make it better, hm?”
Mmm, so he’s taking you from behind tonight.
“Okay, Leon.” You say, a wave of excitement crashing over you as you turn slightly to look at him so you can judge where you are going to land and you shuffle yourself backwards. At least until you’re sure that you’ll be able to sit in Leon’s lap without any mishaps. You look back at him in the mirror and begin to move your ass downward until you feel both of his hands clutch your asscheeks.
Leon takes a visual note of your vulva, which is a sticky and glistering mess. His dick twitches at the thought of being able to just cut to the chase and sink into you already, feeling much too impatient to keep prepping you. But your comfort always took precedence, so he pauses to check in with you and see where you’re at before he proceeds with anything. “Easy now, doll. D’you want my fingers first or—”
“No, I want you to just stuff me, already!” You cut Leon off, not intending to sound as pouty and bratty as you just did, but you roll with it anyway. Hearing him chuff behind you makes you want to tell him off, convince him that you can just take all of it on the first try, but instead you opt to show Leon the evidence as to how much you missed him in your actions. You just couldn’t wait any longer to have him.
You two were really no different than one another in some ways.
“Pfft—okay, your decision, not mine. Come a bit closer, then, sweetie.” Leon uses the hands on your ass to guide you so that you’re hovering in a semi-squat over his penis and he moves you so that your back is arched once more so that your pussy becomes more prominent. “There we go, yeah, you know what to do—wait just right here for me…” He flicks his hair out of his face so that he can concentrate on what he does next.
His right hand removes itself from your ass and wraps around the base of his dick, grasping it firmly and aiming it at your awaiting cunt. The hand still grabbing your ass pries your cheek away, spreading the lips of your pussy a bit. “Jus’ a lil’ lower—there. Good girl.” He’s now moved you within just enough distance to begin pressing into you, but before he does that, he can’t help but take his cock and tap the head of it against your contracting entrance a few times.
The meaty and wet tap tap tap is all too familiar to you both.
Then, he’s running the blunt and fat head of his penis along the path of your labia until it catches on the rim of your vaginal opening. He’s the first to make a noise; a truncated whimper as the head of his cock slips in and is now fully enveloped within your heat. Now that he’s sure that you’re fixed and that no accidental slips will happen, he gently pulls you back down on him with his left hand.
Even with how utterly drenched you are, Leon is so thick that his intrusion stings regardless. You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying the best that you can to relax the muscles in your vagina in order to persuade your body to get the pain to subside. But you’re determined to hold steadfast to your desire to show Leon how much you wanted to make everything up to him.
Down you go, spearing yourself inch by delicious inch. Your eyes are completely glazed over and your eyebrows are furrowed, and you’re looking at Leon through the mirror, now frantic for reassurance from him. You even start to whimper loudly, drowning out the wet noise of your lover’s fat cock impaling you. “Unhhh, fuck! It’s so big—you’re so big, I—mmm-nuhhh!”
“Shhh, it’s—ngh—okay baby, I know, you’re—ugh—okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Leon, just as far gone as you tries his best to talk you through it, obviously faltering a bit himself as his pride swells at your babbling. The impossibly tight heat of your hole sends actual shivers up his entire body, as well. It takes almost all of his self control to not take you how he wants; as hard and as deep as he can go.
If he did that right off the bat though, he’d certainly cause harm to you, which he has absolutely zero interest in doing.
By now, you are about two thirds of the way down Leon’s cock when you feel like you can’t take any more, so you slow your descent to a stop. In some odd way, though, this still causes thunderbolts of pleasure to crack within your nervous system. It comes in blinding waves, incapacitating you as it begins to override your pain. As you take your time to adjust, you find yourself thankful that Leon doesn’t even attempt to rush you. He does nothing but praise you and it makes you even wetter.
Leon glances away from you in the mirror when you still in order to steal a peek at where you two are connected. He growls and has to tear his eyes away from the sight; both sets of your labia were stretched wide to snugly cling on to every vein on his cock. If he’d looked for any longer, he’d probably finish inside of you right then and there without meaning to.
You hear the growl that Leon emits and involuntarily contract around him, subsequently drawing out a low moan from him. More. You need to hear more. Now finding yourself fueled by the zeal of extracting more vocalizations out of him, you take this vigor and use it to give you the courage to fully take Leon to the hilt.
The last inch on your first stroke down is the hardest for you to take, no matter what position Leon has you in while he gives it to you.
Right as you fully seat yourself on Leon’s lap, the fullness within you forces all of the air inside of your lungs out of your mouth with a pathetic wheezing whimper. “Ohhh, fuuuck—Leeeooonnn!!!” You wail out his name and ball your fists up as tight as you can get them as you hold your arms to your chest. You need another 15 seconds or so to adjust to how your lover has your tight little hole completely plugged up.
Going as slow as you possibly can in order to give the walls of your vagina the necessary time they need to exude valuable lubrication all over his dick, you start to lift yourself up off of Leon’s shaft. Inside of you, the head of his penis is knocking up against all of your special spots where the concentration of nerve endings is highest as it gets dragged out of you. The position that Leon has you in completely allows you to go at your own pace, which is very necessary, currently. All Leon has to do is sit back and look pretty while you enjoy the ride.
And that’s all Leon can do, he’s captivated by what his eyes keep fucking wandering off to; where you two are so intimately joined. The sight is different and provokes a much stronger bodily and verbal reaction for Leon. Now that the first inch or two of his cock is all that remains within you, the rest of his veiny length and what coats it is now on full display. Almost completely covering his cock save for the white ring around the base of it is the shining proof of your arousal. He just has to point it out.
“Oh baaaby…you just fuckin’ creamed alll over me…” Leon rolls his eyes and sharply inhales before he continues. “Do I—ngh! M-make my sweet girl feel that good?” He asks rhetorically, not even really wanting an answer and more so letting his mouth motor on, knowing how much you like it. Unexpectedly, you slowly begin to move back down on him and he grunts loudly as both of his hands shoot up to wrap around the back of your waist to guide your movements.
“Uuuhhh—uhhh-huh! Mhm! So good! You make me feel so good, Leon! Please—fuck! Please let me take it, let me take it, let me take it!!!” You can barely string together coherent English by the time your ass claps gently against Leon’s pelvis for the second time. Now, your body has produced significant enough lubrication so that your movements don’t burn as you start to bounce. You’d taken enough time to adjust to Leon’s intrusion with how gentle your preliminary movements were.
This meant that Leon had better buckle up.
You steadily complete every new stroke that you take faster than the prior ones until you’ve built a pace that has both you and Leon bouncing up and down on the bed. By the time you complete about a dozen repetitions, you put your hands on your knees so that you can use the assistance they provide to pick up the intensity of your movements. This also provides you a new angle at which for your g-spot to be hit from, which causes your whimpering to evolve into pornographic moaning.
Your ass is clapping hard against Leon’s lap with maximum velocity and efficiency, the sound of each impact drowning out your guys’ moans for a split second each time you two make contact.
Leon moans your name in the wavering tenor that you only ever get to hear when he’s inside of you before he speaks. “Yeah, faster baby, faster. Doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, makin’ me so proud of you—ah! Shit! You missed me that much? Yeah? You’re—unhh—you’re riding me like you do—I—” He growls and cuts himself off once more, biting his lip to shut himself up, suddenly aware of his airheaded muttering.
Maybe, just maybe, he goes dumb on you sometimes, too.
He’s even the one to be struggling to look at you in the mirror, he feels so good. Tears of pleasure well up on his waterline and make it hard for Leon to even make out the complexity of your features in the mirror, so it doesn’t matter to him when he screws his eyes shut.
You don’t need to see Leon in order to tell how good he’s feeling. Instead, you use his vocality to gauge where he’s at, and judging by how every time you move he makes some sort of noise, he’s on cloud nine. Your view of him in the mirror is obstructed by your bouncing form. All though, the only thing that you can tell that Leon is doing for sure is that his head is thrown back. Normally, he’s tall enough that when he sits upright, his head peeks above yours.
He’s feeling really good, all right. Nobody in his life has ever made him feel pleasure to this bone-rattling, tongue-biting, toe-curling extent.
What you really want to do, though, is make him feel better. What you want, exactly, is to take him even further beyond his current threshold. And by doing that, you pick up your pace and really start to bounce on him with more verve than ever before. Each swivel of your hips makes the fat within your tummy, breasts, and ass recoil with the sheer force of every impact. You’re sweaty and slightly out of breath, but you’re starting to notice the familiar flames of a hot orgasm threatening to burst forth from you.
Now all that matters is that you stoke them so that they may erupt.
You remove your dominant hand from a knee and move it downwards to your center, swiping your fingers against your folds and around Leon’s cock in order to collect some of the fluids that he’s forcing out of you. Once they’re sufficiently wet, you take your index and ring finger and apply it to your swollen and neglected clit. You swirl the delicate bead around within its hood, and the action immediately magnifies every bit of pleasure that you are receiving. Your entire vagina flutters every time your fingers complete each circular repetition on your clit as you gently rub it, which consequently turns up the volume on your lover.
“O-oh, my god—?” Leon stumbles over his words in such a way that it sounds like he’s questioning something before he regains his verbal footing. “Feels so good baby, fuck! Keep—ngh! Keep squeezin’ me like that, you feel so good, this fuckin’—ahh! This tight little—all mine, all fuckin’ mine,” Nearing an orgasm of his own, Leon lets his self control completely slip, as he always has your own form of reassurance as a safety net to fall back on.
The way you respond to him in every way that you’re able to show it breaks his fall every time.
His hands grip tightly around your waist, partially guiding your movement with his sheer strength but more so holding on for dear life as he begins to meet your thrusts with gyrations of his own hips. He has a habit of holding on tight to whatever he can as he approaches his climax, and the soft flesh of your flank is tonight’s target. If he wasn’t so pussydrunk, his common sense would tell him to cease immediately, because he’s certainly bruising you.
A very subtly masochistic part of you relishes in the tangible evidence of your carnal endeavors that remains painted on your body for the days, or sometimes even weeks, that follow each one. So what does it matter, anyway?
So, he keeps holding on to you like you’ll break and collapse at his feet before him if he lets you go. A sheen of shimmering sweat covers the both of you, an indicator of both the duration and intensity of your passionate intertwining. Leon is able to blink away the tears in his eyes as he starts to veer dangerously close to his orgasm.
He wants the last thing that he sees before he cums to be your back in his peripheral vision and your face in the mirror, not an imagined figment of you behind the shut lids of his eyes.
When Leon focuses his eyes on the mirror, he’s pleasantly surprised. Not so much knowing your preferences, but he held more shock at how long he kept them shut. He was just feeling so good that he really couldn’t control himself. To see you getting yourself off with him inside of you makes him feel something that he quite can’t describe. Maybe it’s the stacked effect of doing two very intimate things simultaneously, maybe it’s a little stroke on his ego that you feel this good because of him, he can’t fucking place it. Especially not right now.
You weren’t expecting Leon to peek his head over your shoulder and look you in the eye just now, and in fact, you almost didn’t notice him. So blissed out that you were just staring blankly out at the mirror with half-lidded eyes, your vision only focused when the familiar highlighted brown hair of your boyfriend pops into view. An involuntarily loud whimper leaves your mouth when the piercing blue of his gaze and his signature smirk register themselves sharply in your vision. “Leon! You’re gonna make me cum, I—I’m c—Leonnn! I’m cumming!”
All it took was Leon giving you that look by surprise to make the building pressure of your orgasm within to finally give, topping off the pleasure that your clitoral and Leon’s penetrative stimuli were flooding your nerve synapses with. Every internal muscle in your lower extremities clamp down as tight as they can for a solid second before they begin to contract rhythmically and harshly.
You’re sobbing and crying out a mixture of Leon’s name mixed with unintelligible praises as you try your best to keep riding him through your orgasm.
This seems to have set off a chain reaction, as Leon gets thrown off his course of action; asking you where you want him to finish before he is shot into the heights of euphoria. As opposed to how he usually doubles down on his movements with you, Leon immediately is still able to recognize his error in not holding it until you give him permission and name a location for him to cum on.
You both have been lucky enough to avoid any unwanted accidents, always erring on the side of caution and either using condoms or pulling out. You yourself were even on birth control just to be extra sure—Leon’s career path barely made him available to you, and the job that you worked barely left time for him…It’s just not feasible to be careless.
Unable to stop the ropes of ejaculate that his body produces from flooding your fully stuffed cunt as you sit on him completely bottomed out, Leon internally worries about your reaction. There’s no denying that you didn’t feel him finishing inside of you. Even if he didn’t just accidentally cum in you, you could tell that he was finishing because of how much he starts to whimper while he does so. It didn’t matter how loud he was, he immediately goes to start apologizing once the intensity of his orgasm subsides. “Hah, m’sorry, sweetie—” He pants a few times before he resumes. “I didn’t mean to—”
But you don’t move, or make any attempt to get up from him. You don’t want to. You also know full well what’s happening, and you let it. Just deciding cutting him off with a moan. “Mmm, no baby, nothin’ to be sorry for…I love you so much…” Now that you’ve come down a bit, your speech is much more coherent. You inform him with honest conviction that what he felt needed corrective action on was wholly unnecessary. Reverently and sincerely you appreciate his continual compassion towards you, but he just shouldn’t worry so much sometimes. You’re very sure to let him know.
Moving to sit and stay on Leon’s lap, he follows your cue and shuffles a little bit to accommodate you while he remains sheathed within you. You feel him lean forward and hunch over you, hugging you gently in a tight embrace while the stubble on his bony chin grazes against the junction of your shoulder and neck. His dick softens within you and you’re still weakly contracting around it. You two decompress and just sit to breathe in sync with one another. If you were to get up, you’ll just end up making a huge mess all over Leon’s lap, anyway.
Leon secretly can’t wait to see his spend leak messily out of your pussy, but is just as content as you are spending as long as you need to recuperate like this. Something deep within him tells him that you’re at your most vulnerable, and what’s left of a vestigial instinct to protect kicks in. He hugs you oh, so tight, seeking out one of your hands and interlocking his fingers with yours before whispering in your ear. “I love you too.”
A relaxed sigh leaves the both of you and you two stay linked for a little while longer before you feel the need to clean yourself off and get ready for bed.
After all that work, you’ve fucking tired. Rightfully so.
You start to shift. Leon immediately picks up on the cues your shuffling provides to loosen his arms around you. “Mm, can you help me up?” You say, as you try to reaffirm your footing. Right away, you feel Leon lean back and give you a little boost to get up by gently pushing you off of him by your arms. You’re able to stand up, but stumble a bit as you do so. You bend over and put your hands on Leon’s knees for balance. As expected, when Leon’s dick slides out, a hot gush of his seed slips out from your leaky cunt.
You’re none the wiser to Leon’s close inspection on just what he’d hoped to see after you ‘forgave’ him; the entrance your used pussy fluttering and contracting so as to helplessly try and keep as much of what’s left of him inside of you for as long as you could. He amusedly and pridefully revels in how wrecked he has your little hole, that it utterly fails to keep everything in.
He feels a boost in his ego in how he was able to do that to you without hurting you. Especially in how you enjoy this so much.
Your legs ache and burn with each shuffle you take to keep yourself upright and balanced. Once you’re sure you won’t fall over, you turn to Leon to bend and meet him for a quick kiss. It’s almost chaste, over as soon as it started. You pull away and let him know that you need to go clean off. “Do you want me to bring you a rag or are you good to meet me in the bathroom?”
Leon warmly smiles at your offer, ignoring how his cum is starting to bead down your inner thighs. You’re just as considerate as him, and he is always so grateful that you are willing to go out of your way for him. Even though he’s usually insistent on being the one to tend to your needs, it’s nice to him that you at least provide him the option of relinquishing that role. “No, but thank you baby.” Leon groans and stands up. “I need to shower, anyway.”
You giggle and turn to walk with a slight limp over towards your linen cabinet just outside of your room in the hall so that you could bring two fresh towels for you and Leon back to the bathroom where you meet him. The idea of a shower started to sound all too alluring to you, and you’d decided to join your lover in his bathing ritual for the night.
‘To save water,’ Leon had initially said when he first proposed that you two do it for the first time, and so it remains the same cheesy line that gets used every time you get to wash off with him.
“I hope you have room for two, y’know, to save water.” You smile wryly at him as you hand him his towel.
Both of you share laughter, and Leon cranks the nozzle on the shower right between the hot and warm area on the dial, right where you two agree to like it. As you stand under the cascade of steam and the warm torrent of water, you think to yourself that you should just continue to keep your nudes saved onto your photo gallery for Leon to continue to ‘accidentally’ find in the future the next time he uses your phone.
You only hope that next time it ends just like this.