Taking Care Of Leah by Charlotte Howard Page A

darting between her folds. He started to fuck her with his tongue, pressing his nose against her clit, inhaling her, eating at her, keeping his finger still. The tip of him entered her… “Detention!” she squealed, and he pulled away without hesitation. “I’m sorry,” she panted, slick with sweat and her own juices. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” he hushed, releasing her ankles but keeping her arms tied to the rails. Standing at the end of the bed, he gripped his stiff cock and began to work himself. “You look…delicious,” he said with a heavy sigh. Dropping between her thighs, he pressed the tip of his erection at her slit. “You want me to untie you?” he asked, motioning to her wrists.
    A smile flickered on Leah’s lips. “No,” she said. “I’m okay. But not…that.”
    “Okay,” he agreed. He went to open the drawer of the bedside table, unwrapping a condom and placing it over his erection before moving back into position.
    Ty reached between them, guiding himself into her, exhaling as he sank until he was balls deep. “I’m not going to last,” he explained, beginning to pump, holding himself up on his hands. He kissed her, hard, bruising her lips with his strength and passion, bucking his hips into her. The thrusts became more powerful, more intense as he reached the brink of his climax.
    He shoved his hand under her head, fisting her hair as he surged once more. His breath came out in thick, fast grunts. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pulsating as he spilled his load, filling her up. Curses were whispered over her skin. Featherlight kisses soaked up the beads of sweat that dotted her throat and shoulder.
    “Shit,” he said into her chest.
    Ty reached to each wrist and slackened the ribbon enough that she could untie herself while he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. She watched as he walked away, looking over his toned body, taking in the tan ripples of his taut muscles and the dark ink spiraling down his arms. Leah smiled to herself, pleased in more ways than one.
     
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    “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, inhaling the scent of his shampoo from her hair.
    “No.” She shook her head and nuzzled into him. “Sorry I stopped you.”
    “Don’t.” He kissed the crown of her head. “Don’t ever apologize for using a safe word. That’s what it’s for.”
    Her scent drifted around him, soap with the underlying and enticing tones of warmth and sex. She’d showered with him, but the aroma of their passion still remained on her skin. He could feel his cock twitching at the memories of how wet she’d become, how he’d felt inside her tight pussy.
    He murmured against her and closed his eyes, letting himself drift somewhere between being awake and asleep. They curled next to each other, she fitting perfectly into him. The curve of her buttocks rested on his lap, and it was too much of a temptation to not let his hand rest on her thigh, caressing her smooth, firm flesh.
    “I think I left my bag in your car,” she mumbled into the pillow. Ty leaned up on his elbow, looking down at her. Her lashes dusted over her cheeks as she tried to find sleep.
    “I’ll go and get it later.” His lips touched her temple and she rolled into him. Heat radiated out, seeping into him, stirring him further. Reaching between them, he readjusted himself so that his semi-erect dick was against her bum.
    “Again?” she asked, not really awake.
    “You need to rest,” he whispered. But she’d already turned onto her side to face him, eyes partly open, her smile not quite reaching her cheeks. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked him. Reluctance came out in a grumble as he shifted out of her grasp. “As much as I would love to, I don’t want to leave you bruised.”
    “I think you’ve already done that.” She said it in jest, but it tugged at him. The thought of hurting this angel in front of him balled in his guts. He’d been lusting after her