"Still with me?"

Falling straight into the depths of his hazel eyes, I felt the heat blazing through my entire body as I nodded to assure that I was with him — I was totally with him.

In a heartbeat, Leon's lips were on mine and his hands grabbed the curve of my waist as he delved deeper into the kiss. The electrifying sensation caused my back to arch as I moaned silently against his lips and tongue while gasping for dear air. When his lips left mine, he wasn't allowing me to feel a single tinge of emptiness as he tenderly kissed along my jaw, down the length of my neck and against my collarbone. His fingers reached to unclasp my bra before hooking the straps off my shoulders and I flushed when I was bared ahead of him.

"L-Leon," I murmured shyly when I noticed that he was staring intently at me.

I reached out to grab onto his shoulders as I planted my lips on his, not quite sure whether I was trying to divert his attention away from myself or attempting to hide the sudden sense of self-consciousness that this was the first time I bared myself in front of a guy. Leon's hand landed on my shoulder and with a sudden push, I fell back against the bed and he started with a kiss on my lips before trailing a path of fiery kisses down my neck and to the middle of my chest. His mouth covered over where I felt sensitive and my toes curled at the sudden sensation. Then, he caught the other between his fingers and tugged it firmly, sending sparks into my vision. I gripped onto him tighter and he was gentle with his touches, tracing every line and curve on my body. When his finger smoothed over the thin satin hugging my hips, I let out a soft pant.

"You're wet, sweetheart," Leon said, voice husky.

I felt the heat surfacing against my skin as I raised my hands to cover my face. The tip of his fingers ran in smooth and intimate motion and my breaths were mixed with soft sounds that I couldn't recognise as my own. Leon leaned forward to kiss the back of my hands, coaxing me to remove them from my face, he whispered, "Let me look at you."

Flustered, I shook my head and he tenderly pecked against the back of my hands while slowly slipping his hands to where I craved for his touch. When I felt his finger slide through the wetness, my hands reached to grab onto his shoulders and I breathed his name out in a harsh exhale. Leon went slow, allowing me to adjust to the foreign sensation but I remained unsure and uncertain because I had never been touched so intimately. 

Using his lips to trace along my jaw, Leon caught my earlobe between his teeth and I felt the coil in my lower abdomen grew tighter with each motion of his finger and each flick of his tongue against my ear. My hands dropped and bunched tightly on the material of his blanket while panting as if I had run for the cliffs. The coil went too taut and when it finally snapped, I shattered into a million blissful shards. 

But Leon was not done with me. 

He eased his finger out and reached for the band to slip the thin fabric off my hips. His mouth found mine once again, fogging my mind with nothing but him as his hands tugged his pants off. I was already weak all over and sensitive from the high a moment ago, but the heat in my body refused to subside. Parting my legs, he positioned himself in between and his long body leaned towards the bedside table. The drawers creaked when pulled and he took out a foil packet. My eyes followed his every movement and when I turned to look at him again, those startling hazel eyes were already on me. 

"We can stop this if you don't want it," Leon said firmly.

"No, don't stop," I replied, softly. 

Leon bit on the foil and removed the condom from the packaging. Leaning down, he rested his head against my shoulder while he rolled it on and I felt this arousal thick and hot against my skin. Nervousness slammed against my chest and I felt myself tensing at the thought of all that was going to happen from this moment forward. 

"I will be gentle," Leon assured. "You can stop me whenever." 

I nodded but couldn't help but feel afraid — what if it really hurts? 

Leon placed an arm by my waist and my hands immediately shot out to grab it. His other arm went under and held firmly onto the back of my neck. I bit hard on my lips, squeezing my eyes shut as I anticipate a sharp sensation of pain. Three heartbeats later, the expected feeling didn't happen, but it was because didn't move. 

"Rae, trust me," he said gently.

His tender assurance eased me almost immediately and his thumb rubbed gently against the sensitive skin of my neck to calm me down. I inhaled a deep breath as he lined himself against me. The nervousness was still felt but I knew I could trust him to take care of me. When he slipped in, maybe an inch, I felt a sharp, stinging pain shot through my body and I winced. 

"You okay?" his thumb brushed gently on the skin of my neck. 

I gave a silent nod as a reply but bit down on my lower lip as tears welled up in my eyes. It was a different kind of pain from what I expected, the soreness was lingering but it was bearable. I remained unmoved, trying to adjust to him but I felt him pulling away. 

"Don't," I whimpered, holding tighter onto him. "Give it to me." 

"Tell me you're ready, I need to know," he pleaded.

"I'm ready." 

He thrust in fully and I cried at the sensation of pain and pressure within me. I was feeling full — more emotional than physical. The tears that fell from the corner of my eyes were out of happiness rather than pain and soreness. It wasn't a sensation I could describe, only hoping that these brittle emotions that I felt within could reach the other end's heart. 

Leon remained still and the ache ceased eventually. The pressure started to feel good and I raised my hip and push myself against him. A suppressed groan sounded from the back of this throat when I rocked against his hips. 

"I need to move," Leon strained, sounding as though he was on the verge of his self-control. 

I couldn't breathe out a single out so I rolled my hip once more against his and he snapped. Placing his hands on the back of my thighs, he pushed himself deeper and move against me to rouse the tension within me again. 

"Leo—" I moaned.

My name against his lips was merely a breath, a harsh exhale. With a deep thrust, he tipped me over once again and I shuddered as released waved through me. Leon buried his head in my shoulder as his body shook from the pleasure of his climax. A few moments passed before he slowly pulled away from me and his hand cupped one side of my cheek while he searched for my gaze. 

"You okay?" he checked.

"Perfect," I smiled, slightly drowsy from all the exertion.

Leon returned a smile and leaned forward to peck a kiss on my forehead. Then, he rolled off his bed and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet. I had my eyes closed but followed his every move with every sound that occurred in the room of us. When he returned, I peeled my eyes opened and he was holding onto a towel. He was dressed in a pair of simple black sweatpants and his other hand held onto a grey oversized shirt. 

"Sleep, if you're tired," he said softly. "I'll help you change." 

Carefully, he held me up and wiped me all over with the damp towel before helping me into the shirt. Even though he had touched every single inch of my skin, I still felt embarrassed when he helped me out. Blushing, I murmured, "Thank you." 

"Thank you, too," Leon smiled, sincerely. 

When he was done, he tucked me close to him and covered us with the blanket. I felt encased in his warmth and a wave of drowsiness hit me. Against my ear, he whispered, "Sleep tight." 

I was already half-asleep when I slurred, "You too." 

-

My head was still hazed with sleep but I woke up feeling hot, aroused and urgent. A weight hovered over me and soft lips trailed down the length of my neck and along the contours of my collarbone as a pair of large hands cupped my front while teasing me mercilessly. 

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times while I raised my hands and tangled my fingers within the soft strands of his hair. My voice was hoarse from sleep when I called his name in a quiet mumble, "Leon?" 

He kissed lower, leaving a path of tantalising sensation from my cleavage to my navel. I moaned and leaned into his touch, growing much more aroused by his endless teasing. He hit a pause all of a sudden, leaving me hanging when he looked towards me with those brilliant hazel eyes that sparkled in anticipation. 

"Rae, tell me what you want," his voice husky.

"I-I don't know," I stuttered, feeling the flush surfacing against my skin.

"You know," he whispered. 

Leon's gaze never left mine but his hands were already working me over. When he pushed a finger into me, my back arched in response and I inhaled sharply, "Oh god—"

"Tell me," he moved his finger slightly while torturing me in a sweet, slow way.

"More," I swallowed hard. "Please."

He lowered himself and kissed the most intimate part of me, heightening all my senses as I felt a wave of tingles through my veins. The familiar feeling of tension coiled into a sweet mess and when he added another finger, I felt the pressure in a satisfying way. The room was left with our breaths and the soft sounds of my pants. 

Leon was slow with his every move until he slid his fingers out slightly and hooked them, a sudden sensation surged within me and a strangled moan forced its way out of my throat. I was surprised as I frantically gripped onto the sheets beneath me. 

"That's the spot," Leon sounded proud while continuing to rub the spot that was fogging up my senses. 

God, I've never felt like this before.

The tension within me was pulled so taut that it threatened to snap anytime. My voice was urgent and nearly high-pitched when I pleaded, "Leo—"

"It's okay, just let go," he cooed.

The tension snapped so suddenly and release powered through me, pulsating pleasure through my entire being. I was shaking and panting when he eased his fingers out of me and brought it to his mouth. His tongue playfully licked on those fingers and my chest heaved as I watched him.

"What a perfect morning," Leon grinned.

I was left almost confused. 

Who said he was shy?

-

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Was it hot enough?