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So many years later, you still loved how eager your husband was to let you ride his face. His hair had turned gray at the temples, fine wrinkles etched around his eyes and mouth, but he looked even more handsome like this. Always handsome. Always yours.
“Oh—yes—” you barely hissed, eyes squeezed shut, hands clasped to your breasts. “I'm… there… almost there.”
Leon hummed against your soaked pussy—already drunk on your taste, already so hard he was barely holding back from falling apart. But he didn't touch himself. No, not yet.
“You taste so fuckin' good, darling,” he rasped, glancing up at your body from below. “Told ya I'd never get enough of this.”
You shattered on top of him, nipples aching as you rolled them desperately between your fingers, chasing more. The orgasm loomed just around the corner; you ground harder against his face, hips pinning him to the mattress.
And then he moaned. He fucking moaned—so perfectly filthy, so him. Only Leon could make sounds like that. Delicious ones.
“I'm so close—”
“Do it,” he encouraged, flicking his tongue over your clit. “Do it for me, baby.”
His mouth latched onto your swollen bud faster than you could form a coherent reply. Instead, you arched your back, nails clawing into his scalp while you kept teasing your nipples, sliding over his tongue faster and faster until the shockwave hit. You were almost whimpering as he devoured you, tongue relentless on your clit.
“Ahhh—Le-on—”
He braced you with his arms—strong as steel cables—to keep you from straying, fingers digging into your skin, ignoring how close your hips came to crushing his skull. You gasped sharply and leaned forward to grip the headboard for support, lifting just enough to catch your breath.
Leon lay still beneath you, chest heaving, but he didn't say a word. He knew how vulnerable and embarrassed you felt after moments like this. So instead of something filthy (even though it sometimes turned you on), he guided you down to lie on your sides, facing each other.
“You're the best thing I've ever had in my life,” he whispered, lips still glistening. “I asked myself so many times why I even survived Raccoon City. For what? Now I know.” He brushed your cheek, then the tip of your nose. “To meet you.”
You couldn't help but chuckle. “Jesus Christ, Kennedy,” you teased gently. “Still so romantic. Still so sentimental. I love you… always will.”
Leon smiled—that soft, rare one—and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Love you too, Mrs. Kennedy. Always.”