Then, he suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.
“Don’t move.” He walks over to his refrigerator, taking off his cuff links. He tosses them on the counter and removes his shirt, giving me the sight of his gorgeous body.
Holy fuck he’s stunning.
I can’t believe how lucky I got with Leandro. He could have any woman he wants, yet, for some reason he wants me.
I watch as he opens the door to the freezer and pulls out a tray of ice cubes. I tilt my head with interest. He brings the tray back with him. Then, he turns it over and empties the contents on the countertop beside me.
Some of the ice cubes slide toward me, touching my thigh, chilling me.
Picking up a single ice cube, Leandro brings it to my breast and runs it over my nipple, making me shiver.
Removing it from me, he leans down and closes his mouth around the same nipple, and sucks hard. Holy fuck that feels good. The contrast of cold and hot sends desire lancing through me.
His mouth leaves my breast, and he places the ice cube back on my body, taking it on a journey between my breasts and down my stomach, his tongue following the trails of water south.
When he reaches my hipbone, he straightens and tosses the used ice cube on the counter. He picks up a fresh one.
Dark eyes on mine, he places it in his mouth, holding it between his lips, and then he drops to his knees, pushes my thighs apart, and puts his mouth on me.
“Oh my god!” I scream out.
The cold against my heated swollen clit is like nothing I have ever felt before.
I just need…more of him. More of this.
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.” I grab his hair, trying to bring his mouth back to where I need it.
His chuckle is dark and erotic. I hear the crack of the ice cube in his mouth as he bites it. Then, his mouth is back on me, and he slides the pad of his tongue, which is covered in ice, up my clit.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Holy fuck.” My arms give out their support, and I fall back on the counter while Leandro continues to toy with my clit. He slides a finger inside me, and starts to fuck me with it, as he continues his merciless ice play on my clit. Then, I feel him wetting another finger on my pussy, and that one moves to my bum hole, and begins teasing it.
“Yes,” I breathe out, letting him know I want him there.
I have never let anyone touch me there before Leandro. I can’t believe how much I like him doing it. It just feels so darkly erotic and hot, and it makes me come like I never knew possible.
He groans against me, then, slips his finger inside my bum.
Fucking both my holes, he sucks my clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, and I’m done for.
I go off like a rocket. Screaming my way through the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, my body convulses, my muscles locking up tight.
I’m still coming down from the high when I hear his zipper being lowered.
I struggle up onto my elbows, looking at him, seeing an undisguised animalistic look of raw need on his face.
His need for me.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
“I’m clean. My last checkup was right before the first time we had sex, and you know there has been no one since. I want to fuck you without a condom. I want to feel your tight pussy around me while I come inside you.”
Jesus. I love how he talks so blatantly about sex.
“I want that, too.”
His gaze softens on me momentarily, and then that hungry look flares back in his eyes. Hands curled around the backs of my thighs, he pulls me forward until my bum is on the edge of the island.
He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down my center, teasing me.
“Leandro, please.” I push against him, digging the heels of my shoes into his bum, trying to put him where I want him. I’m desperate to have him inside me.
In response, he takes hold of my legs. Sliding his hands to my feet, he removes both of my shoes, letting them drop to the floor.
He places my feet on counter edge. “Patience,” he tells me, his voice so low it makes me shiver.
“I want you inside me.” I look him in the eyes. “I thought you wanted me, too?”
“You know I do.” He presses the head of his cock against my entrance. “But I am the one in control here, India.” His accent has gotten thicker, turning me on further.
“So, be in control, and just fuck me.”
He lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back. Then, his eyes are back on mine. Pinning me with his heated stare, he slams inside me, giving me what I want, and need.
“Yes!” I cry out at the feel of him, so big and thick, filling me.
“Fuck,” he growls, stilling inside me. “You feel unbelievable, India. So tight and hot. Fucking amazing.”
His hands slide up my stomach. He takes my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a bolt of lust straight to my clit. I squirm against him, needing the friction.
Moving his hands from my breasts, his large hands cup my face. His thumbs press against my throat. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”
He pulls out of me and very slowly pushes back in.
Then, he leans over me, his chest pressed against mine, his cock nestled deep inside me. Without looking away from my eyes he kisses me. “I fucking love you,” he says against my lips. “And I love fucking you.”
“I love you. And I love being fucked by you, too, baby.”
His eyes flash at my term of endearment.
Keeping hold of my face with one hand, his other presses to the counter beside me, and he fucks me there on his breakfast island until we’re both hot and sweaty and coming hard.