leon makes you wet with his thick arms
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Leon S. Kennedy is quite the expert at using his hands exactly as he should.
You noticed it when he grabbed your hand and pulled you along or pulled you out of dangerous situations, telling you to stay behind him, when he gripped a gun with those long fingers, or when he sat down next to you and just talked, usually resting his hands on top of yours, on your back, or on your thigh... and the more you got to know him and the closer you became to him, the more often he touched you, bolder and more confident, but usually still appropriate enough for the public place where you both were.
But as soon as the two of you found yourselves somewhere alone, truly alone, his hands immediately began to caress you. Tangling in your hair, stroking your back, exploring every curve of your body, cupping your face in his palms to pull you close for a passionate kiss.
And every time you found yourselves together on the couch or in bed, his hands would wrap around your waist or hips, or cup your breasts. And although you really enjoy watching his hands, you appreciate them even more when you can feel them—truly feel them. Like how he grabs your hair with a strength that always surprises you, or how he squeezes your neck so tightly that you can’t breathe. Or when he grabs your waist and deftly positions you into whatever pose he likes best at that moment, and you let him.
How could you have resisted Leon and his hands?
And when they wrap around your breasts again, kneading them, teasing them, his long fingers dig into your soft flesh before focusing on your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, pinching, tugging—all you can do is moan softly at the sensations. And although he can be quite rough with his hands at times, after that he uses his whole body to soothe you; mostly his mouth, so dirty, you know, the kind that spits out things no one should say out loud, but there are also his lips, those seductive lips that move greedily along your jaw and neck, gently sinking into your skin with kisses until they reach it with his teeth and tongue.
And that tongue…
Leon’s so skilled with his tongue. Whether it’s during a kiss or when he explores your body, licking, nibbling, and sucking on your lips, earlobes, breasts, or any patch of skin he can reach, sometimes leaving marks on you that you can barely hide the next day, and which he always soothes with the caresses of his eager tongue. And while his large hands grip your waist, he runs his tongue over your nipples until they harden and almost start to ache, and then sucks on them like a man tormented by thirst, constantly teasing and soothing them with his tongue.
Then he moves lower, caressing your stomach, tracing your navel, kissing your pelvic bones, his hands constantly gliding along your sides, exploring further until they cup your thighs and spread them apart so he can bury his face there. What he does between your legs is beyond description. At the very least, it leaves you speechless, breathless, and even mindless, and all you can do is whimper, moan, gasp, and scream with pleasure as he presses his mouth against your folds, licking the space between your labia, lapping up any moisture he creates with his skilled movements.
Usually, Leon focuses on any area of sensitive skin except your clit. He leaves it alone until it starts to throb, and you become so desperate for it that you arch your hips toward his face. Then his hands rise again, holding you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, sometimes leaving bruises from how hard he squeezes you, while he continues his journey along your wet vagina, kissing, licking, and sucking, clamping your folds between his teeth, teasing them.
He even plunges his tongue into your depths, moving that muscle in ways you could never have imagined. And as you melt beneath him, your body twitches but no longer resists; he cups your buttocks with his hands and, kneading them with his nimble fingers, pulls you closer to his face, penetrating deeper. And only then does he move on to your clitoris. Usually it’s one or two licks, after which you shudder, screaming louder, and a few more licks until you come right in his face.
Then his hands will find yours, his fingers will slide between yours, wrap around you, squeeze you, and support you during your body’s convulsions. He may greedily soak up your wetness, but he’ll never stop until he brings you to at least one more orgasm, enjoying how you lose control, let go of everything, and forget everything that ever bothered you. And oh, how light and carefree you feel after he’s finished with you.
Or when his mouth is done with you. Because then he’ll start using his fingers, and you’ll never be able to come down from that euphoric state as he strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand while the other glides over your folds, parting your lips, caressing the wet, sensitive skin until he slides the tip of his finger inside, teasing you, feeling your walls tighten around him.
And slowly he pushes it deeper, one knuckle at a time, pressing into your tension, massaging and exploring your tender flesh, while his other hand lies flat on your stomach, feeling those contractions, and his thumb presses firmly against your clit, stroking it in circular motions.
You’ve probably already turned into a pool of your own arousal and moans, barely able to appreciate these wonderful hands and fingers, but he continues, pulling a finger out and replacing it with two, easily penetrating deeper, stretching your walls as he bends them inside you, and when he bends them just right and presses on that spot, doing so while applying strong pressure to your clit, you explode with pleasure, your moans indistinct.
He caresses you with his fingers during your orgasm, quickly and forcefully thrusting his long fingers in and out, enjoying those slurping sounds that you’d be ashamed of if you weren’t floating up to the ceiling right now. He gets even bolder and adds a third finger, stretching you even wider, preparing you for another adventure. They move back and forth while his thumb continues to circle your clit, and he might even lean down to gently kiss or roughly bite your inner thighs—perhaps both—leaving even more marks on you.
And you writhe, squirm, and tremble in his embrace, lost in ecstasy, but when he pulls his fingers away and stops caressing your clit, you look at him through half-closed eyes, and then melt even further into whatever surface you’re lying on, watching as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them with that sensual purr that drives you wild.
Leon leans back slightly, watching you with a dark gaze; his blue eyes are barely visible through his dilated pupils—he desires you so intensely. His tanned face is set, focused, his jaw clenched, and the muscles beneath his skin move so pleasantly. His hand still wraps around your neck, then you feel his other hand slide upward, tracing your curves until his warm palm presses against your breast, gently cupping it before he begins to knead it, rubbing against your nipple until it hardens.
He is so captivated by the feel of your soft flesh that he releases your neck and leans back, still pressing his hips against yours, deeply connected to you, while simultaneously cupping your other breast, holding them firmly in his large, warm, and safe hands. He continues to caress them, alternating between rough squeezes and gentle presses, your hard nipples rubbing against his calloused skin, and watches your face intently. You’ve relaxed so much that you’ve almost forgotten about his hard cock resting inside your tight pussy—but only until he suddenly starts moving.
Leon thrusts his cock into you hard, over and over, and every time he penetrates you deeply, you gasp and rock up and down but his hands on your breasts hold you in place. He uses them to guide you, gripping them tightly with his outstretched arms, and thrusts his hips hard.
Your legs spread apart again, too weak to hold him, and your whole body moves in time with his powerful thrusts. You watched his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his tendons moving with every thrust, but you threw your head back and dissolved into a pool of bliss as he continued to thrust his cock into you, stretching your walls that clenched around him; his rapid rhythm left you unable to do anything but lie before him and make those very sounds that made him move even faster.
The tension in your stomach builds, and, pinching your nipples, he thrusts deep inside you, always hitting the very deepest spot, until you cry out and arch your back, stars dancing before your eyes, your limbs twitching involuntarily as you come from his cock.
Leon lifts you up, embraces you, and presses you against his chest; his lips find your shoulder for tender kisses, after which he gently bites you. You can barely move your arms, but you try to wrap them around him, clinging to him, digging your nails into his back, while he picks up the pace even more.
Your mixed moans and sighs echo through the room as you press your cheek against his collarbone, while he holds you tightly—one hand between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back—and thrusts into you quickly and forcefully until a moan escapes his throat, and he gives one last thrust, hitting your cervix perfectly, causing you to lose control of yourself once more.
Leon freezes inside you as you shudder, and you feel him twitch between your quivering walls. His embrace tightens as he cums inside you, filling your womb with his hot semen. His heavy breathing burns your ears as he slowly relaxes, holding you in his arms, and for a moment neither of you moves, as the heat you’ve both created spreads through your body like a wildfire.
You feel exhausted and close your eyes, though you want to watch as he gently pushes your hands away and lays you back on your back; his hands wander over your sweaty body, caressing your soft breasts until they move to your hips, holding them as he pulls back and slides out of you. You feel drops of warm semen dripping from your opening, and you don’t care at all where they land or what they stain, but then you feel his fingers on your sensitive skin, and your eyes flutter open.
Leon looks at you with a weary grin, tracing your clit with his finger, then slides that same finger into your pussy, pouring his semen inside you once more. You let out a soft gasp as he continues to caress you with his fingers until he’s certain his essence remains inside you.
When he pulls his finger out, it’s covered in your mixed juices, glistening and dripping, and you see him bring it to his mouth, but somehow you manage to lift yourself up, wrap your trembling hands around his wrist, and pull his hand toward your mouth. His eyes will sparkle with delight when he sees you licking his finger, and a quiet growl escapes his throat.
You don’t take your eyes off him as you work your way through the other fingers in the same way; your tongue caresses these beautiful fingers, the space between them, and the back of his hand, and when he curls his fingers, you feel the tendons and veins move against your tongue, and a deep shiver runs through your body. You gently wrap your small hands around his thick forearm, admiring every detail: you notice the sharp edges of his wrist, the hair falling onto his arm, the veins winding around it, and the taut muscles beneath the skin.
And he watches you intently, mesmerized by how much attention you pay to his hand—a hand you’ll never tire of admiring.
