Beloved (The Playlist BOOK 2)

Song - Magic by Coldplay

I lead him into the bathroom and start stripping off my paint covered clothes. He’s been so worried about me being injured that he hasn’t touched me.

I’m changing that tonight.

“I want you so bad, Leo,” I run my fingers down my stomach, stopping at the greedy ache between my legs.

He pulls his shirt over his head and kicks his pants down. When he’s naked his prominent length stands ready.

A whimper as my fingers press down on the needy bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.

He grabs me softly and pulls me under the shower. I reach out to grab him but he’s too quick. Instead of ravaging me, he gently washes me. Taking his time to get the paint off completely.

“Leo,” I whine, “I’m fine, please stop holding back with me. I miss you.”

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before starting to wash my hair.

“Let me take care of you, then, I promise, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up,” his voice is so calm that it sends a deep shiver down my spine.

“At least let me wash you,” I grab the body wash and start to remove the paint from him.

“You just want to touch me,” he smirks.

“I don’t deny it.”

He chuckles then groans as I rub my fingers over his erection.

“Am I clean?” He whines.

“Not quite...”

He grabs me and pulls me up into his arms, “who cares, the point was to get the paint off of you.”

He pins me against the cool shower tiles and grinds himself against me.

“I’ve missed you too, I’m going to show you all night long,” he walks out of the shower and sets me on the counter.

He bites his lip as he slides down my body, bringing his mouth to my waiting heat.

He starts to lick long, slow flicks of his tongue over me.

“So...”

Lick

“...fucking...”

Lick

“...sweet.”

I don’t even attempt to muffle the delirious sounds rolling from my mouth.

When he pushes one of his fingers into me I lose it. I’m wound so tight that it doesn’t take any time to have my muscles spasming.

He works his tongue quickly, assaulting all of my senses.

I cry his name into the air as my orgasm courses through my body.

He wastes no time pulling himself up from the floor. He grabs me roughly and flips me so that I’m on my stomach, my legs dangling off the counter.

My core is still spasming as he pushes into me with one hard, deep stroke.

“Oh - fuuuck,” he groans as he circles his hips, stretching me around him.

“If this is too much, tell me. What I’m about to do you isn’t going to be gentle.”

“It’s ok, I want it, fuck me,” I moan against the counter.

“Jesus Christ,” he starts to move his hips, slowly for the first few thrusts then he starts to thrust so quickly it forces obscene sounds from my mouth.

“I’ve missed you so much. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. I’m so hard for you,” his words are choked out between grunts and panting breaths.

I feel a wave building and I know it’s going to crush me.

Where is the sweet Leo that washed me in the shower? This man inside of me is an animal.

He pushes so deep inside of me that I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. My eyes water and I grip the edge of the counter.

“Leo,” I scream his name in a mixture of begging for more and pain.

My walls clench around him as my peak obliterates me. Every muscle in my body shakes and spasms tightly.

When he slows behind me I can feel his cock twitching over and over again so deeply it pushes against my cervix.

He pulls out and spins me around again so that my core is pressed against him as he attacks my mouth.

“I love you, fuck. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Leo.”

We’re desperate again, clawing at each other like we can’t get close enough.

“Can I bite you?” He groans against my mouth, his fully hard cock pressing against my entrance.

“Yes,” I pant, shivering in anticipation of the feeling I know is coming.

He lifts me off the counter and slams me against the closed door. He looks in my eyes, his red glow searing into my soul. He licks, sucks and kisses down to my neck. He pushes into me at the same time he bites into my neck.

I scream as I feel him explode inside of me again. The burning in my body is almost too much to handle. This orgasm is too strong and much too soon after the last one. My body is limp, loose limbs like putty in his arms.

He grunts and moans as he laps at my neck, drinking me in.

When he pulls his fangs from me and licks over the punctures I can barely keep my eyes open.

“Come take a power nap. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Somewhere between round four or five I fell asleep again. When I wake he’s sleeping beneath my sticky, sweat covered body. My core aches and every muscle feels like I had a grueling workout.

I smile against his lips as I press a soft kiss there.

“I need sleep, woman. Give me an hour and I’ll be ready for more,” he grumbles, with his raspy tired voice.

I kiss his mark lightly and he moans, pushing his hardening cock against my sore entrance.

He rolls us so that he’s behind me, on our sides.

“You’re insatiable,” he whispers against my ear as he slides into me slowly.

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