fuck , he was gonna lose it . how was it possible for her to appear so at peace with something that was choking her out from the silken column of the inside of her throat ? it makes things impossible for him , her sugary , bare box , glistening even in the dim lighting , and she wastes no time pleasuring herself ( and if that's not one of the hottest things he has the luxury to see for the rest of his life ) . stomach curls as he bends how to kiss the breath from her mouth , sucking each practiced french syllable from the slick of her tongue . it's wet and urgent , mouths widening to maws , muscle twining wetly . the bump of her stiff peaks massages his sensitive , dripping organ , making of her chest a dewy canvas of arousal with his precum blurting across her tan skin . " ni l'un ni l'autre , " as he devours her plump lips , taking from her hungry mouth . a string of spit breaks as they separate , joining the rest on her glistening chest . under his breath , lower , devotion pearls : " t'es à moi . " not keen on sharing . there's a tender kiss that arrives at the expanse of her forehead before his palms cup around her narrow biceps , encouraging her dripping form to turn , before a hand at the middle of her back further suggests she drop to her palms . hurriedly and without ceremony , léo drops to a knee behind her , the other bumping against her hip . perfect , pink holes are on display , and he's but a man , forced by the cloud of his hormones to lick a hungry stripe from her cunt to her ass , tongue meant to savor her taste tips in to each hole , memorizing how the muscle twitches , how eager her form was for him . a groan through his teeth demonstrates his impatience . léo cocks his hips back to press , by his thumb , fat , venous inches into her unstretched hole . immediately he seals his clothed chest against her bare spine . " you're like a goddamn dream . " mocha eyes are hidden by the heavy curtains of his eyelids as the thick wash of pleasure combs through his sensitive body . " mon cœur , " choked out rendering it almost unintelligible . " wet for me already , eilana ? bebé , you missed me ? " he's still pressing in thick inches into her stretching cunt . teeth scrape against the round of her shoulder , a palm spreading wide over her bird-bone wrist just for their fingers to thread together tightly . " i think —- " the words don't come to his mind quick enough , so they roll about on his tongue with her taste . " i think your pussy might have forgotten me . " what with the way it's cinching around him impossibly tight like he had never pressed those girthy , velvet inches in before .