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Crusades of equity.
A marble statue and in stone: morality and odysseys of justice that were seeping through his bloodstream, molding him into the man he became through his years of having studied law, and then practicing as an attorney. Leon’s future had always seemed destined to be a golden one. His parents, after all, had believed in him since he was a child, and heavens above, their faith in Leon paid off handsomely. So much so that Leon cultivated his own set of beliefs from a very young age and as a result excelled in school: he was basically the poster child, wasn’t he? Thus, it was eventually suggested that the young Kennedy should pursue the legal path, and his parents greatly befriended the idea.
Leon thought about it for several years, and he felt it in the depths of his heart: this journey was indeed calling him. A bright imaginary billboard declaring that he would flourish and trailblaze there. Only one question remained: which legal route would Leon Scott Kennedy take? Well, after much consideration, Leon decided to play the ball game in Civil Law – Private Disputes. Matters about contracts, they were research-heavy, negotiation-focused, and Leon established himself as a titan of horse-trading since he was always precise and adapted quickly whenever confronted with opposition. His ability to navigate such circumstances in such a short amount of time made Leon a very dangerous attorney, incredibly important when considering that Leon decided to specialize in Family Law: heavy subjects at hand: divorce, child custody, adoption and prenuptial agreements.
The number of destinies sealed by the injustice of former partners was insane. It was devastating, excruciating. Not once had Leon seen this many people cry in his office, especially women, who talked about the mistreatment they had to face in their marriages. It hurt even more whenever children were involved as well, because they were often utilized as means to an end - further pushing the envelope - to extract higher compensation for the benefit of one party.
Asinine, wasn’t it? Your own flesh and bones merely reduced to an object just so one could profit and maximize financial gains. It was draconian. That didn’t definition didn’t do it full justice, but it did come close when determining how evil it was. And each time Leon was confronted with it, whenever he had suspicions, he would turn lethal. There was just no way, not on his watch: his own moral code wouldn’t let him lose such cases, and fortunately he never did - not even once.
Hence why many people sought his help, having heard about Mr. Kennedy’s success stories who was one of the few lawyers that truly devoted their work for the greater good, from the bottom of his heart. He did more than was asked of him, because he was human: he wanted to understand, he wanted more than to help his clients in devastating situations, in summary: he wanted to save people. And it truly gave him profound sense of purpose in his life.
Luckily, Kennedy never had to cultivate such experiences in his own personal life. Well, not yet. He was married, and had been for a long, long time. An emerging talent, he started to develop a liking for the secretary where he had first started off. Fast forward: that same woman became his wife and they had been fairly happy ever since. Sure, they had their arguments - it was normal, after all.
Imagine a relationship where no one were to question their partner: it seemed almost like fiction. Perhaps even fairy tale-like, simply put: unattainable.
However, they did hit a rough patch a couple years ago. His wife started raising questions about…. having children. Mind you, Leon was well over forty, so was his wife. Leon had never truly desired to have a “Little Jr.”. After all, they had been together for two decades by then, it had never been brought up – so why now? Leon negated the idea, stating it was simply too late.
His wife countered that she had kept her true desires hidden all these years, saying she believed that the time would eventually be right one day, where they no longer worked as much, clearing the path to start a family in the foreseeable future. Leon was an extremely busy man; on that note, it stood to reason that his wife was just as busy since they shared the same workplace.
Leon walked on eggshells, his wife evidently started resenting him as she withdrew her energy more and more even though Leon tried everything in his power to convince her that they would be able to overcome this, furthermore, he would meet her halfway, finding a solution to this debacle. Fortunately, it didn’t affect his work. But it did change him as a man, a lot. A compelling figure with mighty walls deemed as ‘Great’ as those of the Red Dragon, was destined for a downfall this severe in his love life. The result: Leon became extremely self-conscious. He started heavily doubting himself, having full-fledged debates in his head whether he could ever be the husband his wife wanted him to be.
It was ridiculous, wasn’t it?
Leon had always loved her, had put her first despite turbulent times trying to keep Leon away from proving his truth, remaining loyal by her side through gift giving, dates, and words of affirmation. After a couple of years, however, Leon had been able to store up an entire folder of letters he had written for her, alas, his wife had barely read them, if at all, mind you. It messed with him – it cost him irreversible damage, which was, truth be told, completely understandable.
How did she miss that Leon was head over heels for her? Well, she reasoned that Leon only did so because his marriage was at stake. A childless marriage was, quote “useless”, so his wife sparked the idea of a divorce. In return, Leon burned up from the deep ends of his mind and heart, developing a full-on drinking problem, because it had kept him up at night with a mantra that echoed against the walls of his own brain, reminding him of his failures as a husband and soon-to-be ex-husband.
Therefore, he also started going out a lot more. His own four walls imprisoned him; he didn’t consider them his home anymore. He had a couple of good friends, but one in particular stood out to him: your father. You see, prior to entering the legal sector, Leon served in the military.
Which branch you ask? Army: land-based force, responsible for seizing and holding territory through ground combat. Their aim: to occupy land long-term, hence why he also picked the infantry. After basic training, right off the bat, he got stationed in Spain and shared a room with a certain individual whom you were very familiar with and loved dearly; they got extremely close and became brothers in arms.
Leon chuckled to himself a bit as he reminisced about those times. Man, he wished he could turn back time. Were he able to, he would pay a good amount of money to let the clock hands rotate in the opposite direction, just so he could experience it all twice: your father and Leon were famous for raising Cain; even in tough battles, they had kept their optimism and their habit of drinking together, roping everyone in to just live for the moment as their surroundings seemed to dissolve until the sole focus was the unit.
Leon had signed a contract for only three years as he knew he wanted to become a lawyer. However, he stayed in touch with your father. So much so that your father moved states and ended up settling in the same city. Needless to say, Leon didn’t live that far away. In fact, it was a ten-minute drive. Their bond was irreversible and it felt as though nothing could stay in their way. And yet, you had never met him. Not even once. Which was crazy to believe. Were your father not married, one could have believed that he was infatuated with Leon. He would mention him quite often at dinner table. His eyes sparked with excitement and told tales of unforgettable memories, which made you laugh in return. The atmosphere was beyond euphoric whenever Leon was brought up.
Sounds like a great man, you thought to yourself.
Leon and your father kept family matters private. While they confided in each other and unloaded burdens when necessary, their relationship was truly defined by one thing: having as much fun as possible and preserving their childlike nature. Every meeting left them feeling rejuvenated. Their batteries? Charged. Proven by how much your father smiled to himself each time he came home after linking up with him. They would often meet in bars. One time your father came home drunk off his own ass and couldn’t even foster a coherent sentence. However, one thing was certain: his comrade was behind it, and he probably met the same fate as your father the very next morning, being completely hungover.
Last week, however, something changed. Your father looked a bit too concerned for your own liking and he barely talked. Each time you asked whether he was alright he gave you vague answers. He seemed distraught. You didn’t want to pile onto his discomfort, nor his sadness. Therefore, you didn’t bother him any further and left it at that. You were sure that he’d open up one day and tell you the truth. After all, you were his daughter. Sure, it was your father’s responsibility to take care of you. However, the same thing should be applied to his own daughter, too - you. So, you made it clear that he didn’t need to carry his burden alone, that you were here for him, in case he needed someone to talk to.
Your father appreciated it a lot, though he hadn’t cleaned the slate since.
As of right now, you were in the kitchen.
By far the best room next to your own bedroom, because it was incredibly spacey. It struck in minimalistic design. Clad in black and brown, the space felt refined, bold, yet incredibly sleek. Divided in two halves: one side featured a full-wall counter equipped with every tool a cook could desire; the other one housed the heavy hitters – the oven, stove and microwave. Your cooking was always accompanied by a little bit of dancing and singing. Whether you were a good singer could surely be asked another time, however it was quite redundant, don’t you think?
You had a lot of fun, and that’s all that mattered anyway. It was worth mentioning with it being summer, you hit the road to maximize a fresh, seasonal marinade that was bound to be a hit. So, it wasn’t cooking, per-se, but oh well. You helped. That’s what you did.
Your father promised to grill today when he’d return from work and assured to get into it right away. So of course, you wanted to assist him and save him some time by preparing the meat beforehand. You looked at the clock, good. You had three hours left before he’d get here. To whip up a marinade wasn’t the hardest thing to do, so it was no surprise that you were already done after twenty minutes. Fine by me, you cheered, since it meant this: more you-time ahead. And therefore, you walked to the terrace, took off your shirt and shorts and got seated on the lounge chair. It was an incredibly beautiful day. The sun felt sharp, like a golden focal point against the solid baby blue sky. There were no clouds to be seen either, the heat hazed as the air felt heavy and warm.
You grabbed the tanning oil from the little stand next to you, opened the cap and spread the moisture evenly on your body. Once you were done, you started massaging it into your skin, crossing your T’s and dotting your I’s. After having paid great detail to the bronzing lotion, you let it sit and leaned back till you rested against the comfortable bedding.
Sweat soon beaded on your skin as the air encased you in its torridity. Perhaps you should have opted to tan on an inflatable raft; then you could have cooled off by scooping handfuls of water to smear over your body. Such is life, it was too embarrassing to admit, but yes, you felt far too lazy to move, so you had no other option but to stay put.
After a few minutes, you heard laughter coming from the living room. You paid it no mind, but you did wonder as to why. Your father had told you he would come around in the evening, last time you looked at the clock you had several hours left until his arrival. Your father was the type to come greet you, so you expected him to come outside once he’d settled in after having returned back home. Though you did not miss it, it did sound like he was cracking up with someone. As final verdict, you decided you’d get clarity either way, no? So, you kept your position and drifted back off to unwind. But then:
“Hey, sweetheart,” your father welcomed you cheerfully. You mirrored his energy as you were glad to see him back to his old self after the way he had acted the past couple of days. You propped yourself up, sitting on the lounge as you turned around to see your dad with a six-pack he held in his hand that had you immediately rolling your eyes.
“Celebrating something, are we?” you teased him. You weren’t exactly happy about your father about to seemingly engage in some tomfoolery before he’d hit it off again. It made you think, didn’t he want to spend time with you today? Or why did it look like he was about to pregame for something his fellow comrade roped him into? Stakes were high here, your father rarely disappointed you for that matter, so if he did switch plans, he’d have some explaining to do. And even if he did have a reason, you wouldn’t be a fan, whatever the case may be.
“Don’t look at me like that, doll,” he chuckled warmly, planting the sixers on the table nearby the grill. The one he’d wanted to fire up for a barbecue with you, or did he forget? You shook your head, watching your father getting rid of the package just so he could seize one and pop one open with a swish. “Your old man’s back. Leon’s doin’ better, so I’m making a toast!”
Cute, you thought to yourself. You weren’t as disappointed anymore; to be fair, your father’s loyalty he’d show towards his best friend was something to be admired. However, it was slightly exaggerated. The fact that Leon’s well-being had this much effect on your father was rather concerning, but who were you to tell your father whom he should care about? Right.
“Well, I’m glad,” you started, keeping your gaze on your father as you leaned back with your hands hitting the couch, so you ended up being comfortably seated. Then you continued, “But didn’t we want to spend time today?”
“We will, sweetheart,” he chuckled, taking a huge swig and then sighing satisfied after the beverage gushed down his throat. “You thought your father forgot?”
“Well, looks like you’re ready to have a party with-“
And then you were interrupted. Not by a word, but by a presence: unbeknownst to you, it was the man you were ready to call by his name. But you figured, it had to be him, no? You had never seen him around – but that was about to change now it seemed. Your father spun yarns about his friend, claiming he’d been a true “Casanova”. A man with dirty blonde hair that shifted into muted taupe in the right lightning, and blue-green eyes so intense they pulled you in upon seeing them. And at first glance, it fit that description. The man took one step outside, his shoe hitting the concrete of the terrace, then he beamed at your father, nudging his chin at him, saying, “There you are.”
Your father turned his head and returned his smile, about to invite him to drink with him as he tossed a can at him. His dear friend caught it skillfully, orbiting it around, behind his back, then bringing it to his front. He flicked it into the air as he let it spin a few times, catching it firmly in his palm once more. It made you giggle a bit; he did look like someone who knew a thing or two about having a blast despite his years. After all, he was nearly the same age as your father, and the fact that he didn’t lose his whimsy was wonderful.
And that caught the attention of said person.
Your eyes met.
His left eyebrow rose slightly, for a second – sharply - then it relaxed and he cleared his throat. Your father slapped his back and said, “Oh yeah, right. Leon, that’s my beloved daughter.” You nodded in agreement, proposing a smile to welcome your dad’s guest. You stood up to lend him a hand and in return Leon tipped his head, extending his arm to take your hand in his.
Coming within his proximity, it felt as though you were stuck in a magnetic pull – a full-fledged halo effect at play here – in which his attractiveness created an immediate impression that Leon was utterly kind and sweet though he had not yet muttered a single word. Perhaps you were about to collect evidence firsthand upon hearing him talk to you.
And perhaps, you wished he hadn’t spoken altogether, because his voice was deep – so much so, it reverberated in your ears and had your cheeks poking in pink, “Hey, my name’s Leon,” he smiled, “Leon Kennedy, nice to meet you.”
His skin was a bit rugged, yes. Truth be told, his lines razored deeply into his skin, mostly around his elevens and his forehead. On the other hand, it did fit him, which barely scrapped the surface: it made him ridiculously handsome. He struck as an enigma of an older man who peaked in his latter days. He looked slightly Sicilian as well; his dark eyebrows rested above his striking round eyes. What was it that your father said? That he was - or used to be - a womanizer? You agreed as it did make sense now. But that definition paled greatly in comparison to what you were currently beholding, no?
A double take of yours resulted, quite frankly, against your will, and yet, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. With that, your eyes drifted off to his clothed chest. You saw his chest hair play peek-a-boo above the collar of his navy-blue buttoned-down shirt. You gulped – the inside past your lips as dry as the Samarian desert. An imaginary multitude of grains of sand poised as metaphorical lever that would do you in as time were to progress – of that, you were certain.
He didn’t budge from you, his eyes flicked down, giving you a quick run-up as you were still in your bikini. Too short for your own liking, especially when considering that he was nothing short of a stranger to you; however, you couldn’t have known that your father’s best friend, the infamous “Leon” was going to make his appearance today.
Well, it did spark a minutia of you admitting your truth, that you were kind of glad that you did wear it…. After all, he was beyond star-striking: a compelling figure as his statue reflected his decades of being, and yet, it made him all the more alluring and desirable. You felt the heat rise (if that were even possible), you had always preferred a more seasonable soul, held a penchant for older men. So it was of no surprise that you remained on standby, policing every thought and holding them captive you were certain wouldn’t grant you a pass through the Pearly Gates.
“What’s your name?” Leon asked, shaking your hand as his hold on you posed as never-ending. His voice was beyond maddening at this point. You got a little ahead of yourself there, but you wished he had accompanied his question with a romantic endearment. Surely impossible as your father was a witness of you two coming into a rather electrifying encounter. But a girl could dream, no?
So, you told him and he smiled, “Beautiful name. Your father picked it for you?”
Leon’s question coaxed a snort from your father, but you couldn’t truly focus as you were too busy staring at Leon’s teeth – bright in white and perfectly straight. The more time had passed, the more you realized of how many boxes Leon ticked off your list titled: “What Makes a Man Handsome”. Your father chimed in and laughed, “Yeah, I actually did,” slapping his back once again – firmer this time around - and continued, “I did a great job. Not only by giving her a beautiful name, but I also raised her right. She’s my ride or die.”
His response had your lips stretching in a wide smile, showcasing your teeth as you giggled. Leon mirrored you, giving your hand one last shake, before resuming his stance, letting his rest next to his hip, smoothly stating, “Yeah, I can see that.” If your heart hadn’t already combusted, it certainly did so now. You didn’t quite know what to do with your hands yourself and since you didn’t want your unresolved thoughts to give you away, you settled on getting seated again as you gave both men more space to hang by themselves – you weren’t that far off as they stood by the grill; you were still able to hear them talk.
You assumed that you were going to be sidelined, but your father and Leon approached you and sought to sit down, wanting to join you. Leon’s eyes made their return, boring into you, and you felt a sharp dagger in your heart – how was it possible for him to leave this much of an imprint on you? You didn’t know who he was – not really. Only through your dad’s storytelling, and yet he did seem somewhat of a social butterfly, so it wasn’t far-fetched for you to assume that you two would soon connect here. That intuition was partially proven right when Leon asked you, “May I?” He gestured toward the lounge where you sat, his palm upturned.
There was a short pang of hope as you grasped that he could have taken the other seat next to your father though he wanted to sit next to you. You nodded, a bit too eagerly. A round of applause for you, and then a second round, as you were sure that this time the crowd would smack their foreheads. Alas, it was what it was.
The corner of his mouth showed hidden gratitude, and then you felt his presence next to you. He sighed satisfied, propping himself as his forearms braced his thighs. You noticed the visible curve of his upper back, which clearly illustrated that he was in dire need of catharsis: it had almost cast a perfect allegory of someone hauling a heavy boulder atop their shoulders, the gravity of it all pulling them down to their knees.
Perhaps you were right?
Your father and Leon started snickering around about some stuff, and while they were at it, you tried your best not to appear too enticed by Leon’s looks. Instead, you pretended to be invested in their conversation, when it was Leon that had your unwavering attention. He didn’t dedicate his time to drinking his beer anymore, he left it alone - completely. Meanwhile, your father was still fully on board with continuing their preplanned tomfoolery.
But then Leon turned his head to look at you once more. It was all too embarrassing because you were put on the spot: you got caught mooning over the culprit who was currently obsessing your mind, evident by how you were now scratching your nape, thus, shifting your eyes away from his blaze of baby blues. It came to a halt when Leon asked, “And what about you? You drink at all?”
“Hm?” A coat of saliva formed inside your mouth you were able to swallow down – small success - since your throat had been stinging from a well in drought beforehand. You had no idea what was wrong with you; you had never acted like this before. Your entire demeanor had spiraled into tame waters, it felt as though Leon stopped you from thinking altogether. Whether you were able to further down the road was another question entirely. It was as though his eyes, and his overall defining sense of “manliness” left you absolutely speechless.
“Uh,” you huffed and then: “Yeah, sometimes.”
Your father chuckled at your response, clearing the air, “Yeah, right. You’re having way too much with your girls. Remember last weekend in Miami?”
You rolled your eyes and smiled shyly. Leon cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head at that, “Miami? Let me guess, you’re a bit of a wild cat, huh?”
Wild cat.
It didn’t take much - if at all - but his last words had your stomach tying in a knot and pooling a bit of a mess in your bottom bikini. You rubbed your thighs together and chuckled awkwardly. You had to admit it to yourself, no? Your brain was running an entire investigation against you; you were behaving like a teenager with no concept of how to talk to a crush as you were desperate not to leave a bad impression on Leon. Luckily for you, your father answered his question though Leon didn’t bother looking at the messenger who claimed, “She is. She got it from me.”
“Dad,” you exhaled, dragging it out. “Not true!”
As if Leon had known, he countered it with, “That’s not a bad thing, you know?” He licked his lips; the skin slightly bristled from lack of moisture. He shot you a smile and went on to say, “It’s a good thing. Your father and I partied a ton. Have fun while you’re young. Every time I go out with your dad I fear breaking a bone now.”
You laughed at his joke, and Leon struck you as having enjoyed it, so he joined in seamlessly. His fun and outgoing persona ran like a red yarn through this entire conversation - consistent with his efforts - roping you into the fold as you ended as a full contributor of the trio. Both laid their cards on the table, sharing their golden recollections over and over, showcasing that they must have been separated at birth.
Though you were aware of their bond, it was exciting to see them in action, nonetheless. You started understanding your father a whole lot more. Leon was extremely pleasant to talk to; had a retort lined up on his tongue whenever your father came with ammunition. All three of you lost track, it must have been this entertaining since time ticked away like mad. As the sun was setting, your father got his memory jogged that you had prepared the meat for today, so he stood up and excused himself. You asked whether he needed any help and in return he told you that he was alright, leaving both of you alone for a couple of minutes.
Now you were nervous. You felt a tightness in your chest as your palms clammed, betraying your crimson.
To break the new ice that had frozen over, Leon started, “So uhm. You’re in college?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled, nodding. You crossed your legs and rested both of your hands atop each other near your kneecap. “Studying business management.”
“Oh!” Leon laughed and pursed his lips in a downturned smile, heavily impressed. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”
“I guess you could say that,” you giggled, biting your bottom lip. As your teeth sunk, Leon took a sneak-peak and then shifted his eyes to you once more. He leaned back, getting comfortable as he nestled his head against his hand with his arm resting on the backrest of the lounge. He sat sideways, but his front revolved around you as Leon was giving you his undivided attention.
“Business management got math in it, don’t it?” Leon continued to laugh, mirroring your body language as he crossed one leg over his other one as well.
“Yeah, it does,” you answered as Leon watched your shoulders relax; you weren’t fidgeting as much anymore.
“Well, that makes you very smart then. Can’t do math, that’s why I studied law,” he joked. It was light-hearted banter, a sign that he was savoring his time with you. He played a bit with the cap of the can with his free hand, though he didn’t take another sip. You guessed he was avoiding the alcohol to keep himself safe from embarrassing himself, as you had your own goal to avoid a misstep here. Then he continued, “Iudex non calculat.”
“Oh, I don’t know what that means,” you laughed, your cheeks slightly tinted red, secretly hoping he was going to explain himself. Nothing more attractive than a (stupidly handsome) man teaching you a thing or two, no?
“Latin way of saying that us lawyers don’t and can’t do math, y’know? It’s funny, most lawyers don’t know how to do basic math. Me included,” he cracked up, his voice loud you were sure your father heard it from the kitchen. “Probably also why I joined the Army, too. You don’t need that kinda’ stuff there.”
You hadn't planned on falling for him, certainly not like this, as if the earth had been snatched from under your feet, leaving you to hit the bottom without a safety net. He went on to explain his career choices and reflected on cases he deemed most important. Eventually, the more he talked the more he proved himself to be an amazing man – a man of integrity and emotional intelligence. You couldn’t fathom that a successful man as Leon could be this humble. He punned a lot, though you picked up on Leon having a persistent habit of self-deprecation. There was no need for it, to be quite honest, it saddened you a bit. It had its reason here: it was incredibly captivating to hear him talk; you didn’t get tired of it – like at all. His deep voice, his steadfast eye-contact with his baby blues, his Sicilian looks: he was the complete package, a man who was nothing short of a marble replica of perfection.
Maybe it was a bit of a stretch, but you genuinely believed he was the finest man out of seven billion people on this Earth – no lie.
You were so entranced that you almost missed your phone vibrating next to you. You looked at it, wanting to ignore it since Leon was overly focused on you, however, he said, “Go for it. I’ll wait.”
You cleared your throat and gave him a firm nod. “Alright, thanks.”
You grabbed the phone with your hand and opened the message you had received, reading it. Unbeknownst to you, Leon took his advantage here and gave a full one-over. His eyes got into pole position as though he was an athlete about to compete and pointed his view on the crown of your head, smoothing along languidly over your neck and your chest, then your stomach where he momentarily came to a bus-stop and subconsciously licked his lips, until he arrived at the bottom of your feet, mustering your painted white toes, reaching the finish line.
He exhaled sharply through his nose and shook his head abruptly. He knew that it was slightly concerning since you were his best friend’s daughter, but upon meeting you, he couldn’t formulate a thought. He was taken back a bit. Your beauty was otherworldly to him. So much so that, were he younger, you would totally be the bounty he’d go for. You were his type, down to a T. But he was twice your age since he was fifty-one (nearly a thirty-year age difference). Leon should have brought the hammer of justice down on his head and pledged guilty for even letting his thoughts drift off in that direction (especially given his marital status). But perhaps it was his loneliness.
Nevertheless, he soldiered on, then did a double-take. He looked at your painted toenails again, spotting the ankle bracelet. He had no idea as to why he found it so strangely attractive, but he couldn’t stop himself. Your choice of jewelry could drive any man insane, so he did allow his imagination to run wild, drawing a scenery in which he asked himself as to how it’d look like if your feet came to rest on his shoulders.
He cleared his throat.
Get a fucking grip, Kennedy. Right now.
Although he was secretly swooning over you, he noticed that you were slightly tense. Given his benevolent nature, he, of course, asked you, “You okay there?”
You nodded a ‘yes’, but you were lying, weren’t you? You had just received a message from whom you had …. a rather difficult relationship with. By today’s standards, it would be labeled a ‘situationship’. The name alone did credit to what you were experiencing. True feelings were rarely touched upon. You two spent nights together, occasionally, but the candidate had never broken the mold. He rarely took you out on dates and you figured: this was all there was to it.
He wanted you for sex, and that was that - end of discussion. You knew he wasn’t the ‘love of your life’, especially since friends in your circle were way luckier with their prospects than you were, and yet, you still tried meeting up with him – and that’s why a stab of disappointment twinged across your face. You shot him a text earlier today to ask whether he was interested in hanging out with you, inviting him to the barbeque, but as his text read: he clearly was not up for it.
“Seems like you’re not too happy,” Leon claimed, reading you extremely well. “Do I need to knuckle punch someone for you?”
It was Leon’s plan to cheer you up, and well, he succeeded greatly, didn’t he? Perhaps he should consider throwing a party for himself. You huffed out a chuckle and beamed. You felt a bit dry in your throat, hence why you coughed twice and then croaked, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
“Ah, I see,” Leon sighing, smiling knowingly. “Boy problems?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“You know,” Leon started, looking at you fondly as he beckoned your attention back to him. And it worked wonders, didn’t’ it? You weren’t down in the dumps anymore. It seemed as though Leon’s presence alone was like a cure to your woes. “Men that age don’t really know what they want. You shouldn’t take it to heart.”
“Hmm,” you hummed, pressing your lips into a line, before exhaling a grief-stricken snort. “Doesn’t really make me feel better, to be honest. Guess I’m just not that important.”
Leon nodded…. slowly. Searching for the right words to say, he went: “That’s not true. You are important to those who matter.”
His words lingered and they forced you self-reflect. Did your “main squeeze” truly matter? And was it worth brooding over a man whose heart wouldn’t come to join you in holy matrimony at the altar? Leon was right. You were cherished by the right people, and they proved it to you constantly – “they” meaning: especially someone like your father and your best friend. A slight glint played at the corner of your mouth and eventually, it brought forth evidence that Leon’s way of consoling you did the trick. Persuasive: as to why you were certain now that he was telling you the truth, and you were extremely glad that he told you that.
“Thank you,” you smiled. “I needed that.”
“No need to thank me. I know how it feels.” Leon didn’t know whether he should go there, but the best way to see it from someone’s perspective was to walk a mile in their shoes. And Leon knew what he was talking about, he was able to empathize with you greatly here. “It hurts to love someone you give your all to, but they don’t show any of it back. I get it.”
You had never insinuated that, and yet he was perfectly capable of understanding your situation, so much so, that he hit the nail right on the head. Your “heartthrob” didn’t reciprocate the energy, nor did he attempt to confirm it: that you were dear to him.
“I don’t know if I love him,” you proposed as you tuned in to your true self. “I have feelings for him, sure. But I don’t think it’s love.”
“Good,” he said. One word with profound effect; he was rejoicing with you. “You can do better.”
A pinpoint needle: his regimen of consolation made you question his intentions. Yeah, honestly, you were quite biased as you wanted your own assumptions to be validated here. So, you dared to poke the bear: “Oh yeah? How come you think that?”
As of right now, Leon knew he had to be a bit more cautious with his choice of words. He wanted to give you as much support as possible, believing the two of you had gotten to know each other exceedingly well over the last few hours, forming a bond. He was happy that you two were like-minded, vibing together despite the two decades of disparity keeping you at distance. But he didn’t want to overdo it. Given that you were his best friend’s daughter, he didn’t want to trespass any boundary here. Certain thoughts did crowd his mind: he could tell you that you were incredibly stunning, and that your sweet persona should be celebrated. Through his lens, he believed whoever had you in the palm of their hand should be eternally grateful.
“I mean,” Leon exhaled, looking around. For the very first time, he wasn’t as stubborn anymore to stick his eyes on you like glue. He wavered a bit and kneaded the back of his neck. The silence was speaking for itself – it was loud, it spoke volumes. Then he let his hand fell onto his lap and continued, “Look at you.”
You sucked in your bottom lip. His answer was vague, sure. However, if we were to put it into context, he definitely just went there, no? It was of no surprise that you were in need of clarification. You watched him and when Leon’s eyes bore back into you, you took your chance: “What about me?”
Leon chuckled…. awkwardly.
Well, the ball was in his court now. After all, he had started it with the thin end of the wedge, indicating that you were beyond the standard of what a woman should look like to him. He hesitated quite a bit, unable to utter a single word, exposing himself. And it didn’t help either that you awaited his answer patiently as you didn’t care to put an end to his sudden withdrawal – to be honest, it wreaked havoc inside of his mind. You could have opted to brush it off to save him further, but you didn’t. No, a man like him practically admitting that you were attractive needed to be framed and hung up on a wall in your bedroom. It was as good – if not better - as winning a trophy.
He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unfazed but his overall demeanor gave him away like a book that had gotten flipped open at the right chapter. He said nonchalantly, “I just think you’re really pretty and nice, you know? So, if anyone’s not cherishing that, then they’re stupid.”
And with that, every molecule of your body molded itself into a friend of yours to come together, rejoicing with you, cheering loudly as you had just been proven right: Leon thought you were attractive. Again - Leon thought you were attractive. Repeating for the last time: Leon thought you were attractive. It felt as though you had just won the lottery with a triple seven gracing your forehead: you were the happiest woman alive. Mind you, as you saw it, Leon was the most attractive man, and the fact he deemed you worthy of his aesthetic ideals was nuts.
Needless to say, you needed to keep your gloating at bay. You needed to keep your composure lest you make it seem as though you had just received the greatest message of all time and were on the road carrying it with you like luggage, setting off into the sunset. But maybe Leon would be fine with it if you were to make it obvious. Maybe he’d even appreciate it.
You cleared your throat. “Thank you so much. That’s really kind of you to say.”
“No problem,” he exhaled, debating whether he had just made the right decision here. But then: “It’s the truth. So, keep that in mind next time he wants to treat you badly, yeah?”
Leon was utterly smitten by you, hence why he felt his words cascade out of his mouth like a waterfall, the stream of water engulfing you in its warmth and irresistible force. He was unsure whether he’d read the room right (perhaps lack of given you both were outside), or if his own egotistical desire had blinded him from seeing things correctly, but your reaction left him with the distinct impression as though you were extremely glad that he had confessed. Leon then tried to rationalize it: it was an objective truth. He shouldn’t feel this guilty. After all, he was just trying to help you, so why did it feel like he needed to be institutionalized for owning up to it?
“I’ll keep it in mind, yeah,” you smiled, and your eyes started to glisten with excitement. Wanting to polish your sentiment, you repeated with gratitude, “I will, thank you.”
All of a sudden, the air hung heavy, as though you were unable to breathe right. Leon’s eyes overpowered you, had saturated in such way you were completely tunneled into an ocean of his baby blues, until the cylinder of fluid depth was trapping you like a vice. So much could have been said here, but the words were left unspoken instead. You two weren’t stupid. Hell, he was a damn lawyer while you were fighting hard to have the sword of approval tapped atop both of your shoulders, leaving your efforts to be capped by your university with a bachelor’s degree in one year’s notice. Leon was under your spell as well, both of you were aware as mentioned, none of you voiced a thing though. And that was that, until the magnifying pull got interrupted with your father coming to the rescue as he flew his way back to you both.
Where the hell had he been anyways?
“I got the meat,” your father exclaimed happily with glee. “Let’s do this!”
The rest of the evening was picture-perfect. Bound by a sense of camaraderie and fueled by thrilling conversations, it felt as though you had served in the military together years back, leaving you as a trusted companion to your father and Leon. The food was amazing and eventually, you mixed yourself a nice cocktail, wetting your whistle among the two older ones. Leon also went for a cold one after that, you know, when he saw you drinking your fruity concoction, but only one.
The sun started to set, orchestrating a beautiful, pinkish, pillowy sky, the texture almost came close to that of strawberry mousse. Not that you would mind some dessert after a fancy dinner that had completely surpassed your expectations. Maybe, just maybe, it was Leon’s fault. Maybe…. just maybe, food did taste better with the Mediterranean nearby – meridional food for thought. And maybe… just maybe, it was beyond salvific to exchange those occasional looks with him, hitting the spot just right.
Well, you talked each other’s ears off till midnight - none of you got tired. However, when the clock struck two, your Italian hunk decided it was time to go. Not that he wanted to, but you know. Staying longer was counter-productive lest he make it obvious that he had a new reason for being here – one that went beyond your father. Your father and you guided Leon back to the doorstep, biding your goodbyes and unaware as you were, his last words were to follow you through the rest of the night.
“It was nice to meet you,” Leon smiled, holding your hand. “I hope we’ll see each other soon.”
Well, you clung onto that hope, didn’t you?
It had been a week since, and with Leon nowhere to be found, questions arrived en masse - your brain felt like an entire crime scene, evacuated and cordoned off for unresolved hypotheses. It shouldn’t make you this anxious. The entire ordeal became almost hyperbolic – you were tense, you fiddled, you were always on top of your toes. Even your father equipped himself with a couple of remarks of his own, pointing out the heavy load you most obviously bore and yet, you kept quiet for your own sake – yeah, no one could know about this: “this” meaning what exactly? That you were head over heels for Leon? A man who was fifty-one years old? Older than your own father? Right.
If a detective were to ask you, you would stand absolutely no chance of denying it (and would probably not hear the end of it: of how problematic it was). Even a layperson such as your father concluded that there was something wrong with you. So, he returned the favor and suggested that if you were in need, that he would be there to help – just in case. But you promised yourself that you were not going to accept his help under any circumstance since you were certain you were going to meet your fate by being ill-advised by your own father.
No, this time around, you needed to deal with it on your own. You were a grown woman, after all, and you weren’t thick in the head either. So, all you were able to do here, realistically speaking, was to drown out Leon as much as possible. And you were somewhat hoping that you wouldn’t see him again as well, since you were that afraid of coming undone by his mere presence alone. You spent the first half of your day in the bathroom on a deep-cleansing self-care marathon. And since then - around evening - you hadn’t left your room, except perhaps once to go grab yourself a snack from the kitchen. But overall, you were nowhere to be found, unless someone looked in your bedroom. As of right now you were reclined onto the mattress of your own bed, scrolling through several social media apps on your phone. You were bored out of your mind; in all honesty you had hoped for your best friend to shoot you a text just so you could go and hang out with her. It was very unlikely though, given that it was late at night. Maybe she had other plans.
After a while, you came across a video and its comment section in which women were yearning for their men, who they described as “Daddy material”.
You had to chuckle a bit by yourself there. In all honesty, you were glad that you weren’t the only woman on the planet who had a seemingly similar “issue” – whether it could be referred to as an issue was another question entirely – with picking far older men and finding them way more attractive than men your age.
And as the universe would have it, your best friend sent you the exact same video you were currently watching with an added caption, reading: “you”.
Well, you got me there, you thought to yourself.
You’d been killing it so far, but of course - in a stroke of misfortune - a certain individual shot into your conscience like a bullet penetrating the cerebrum: it stung and it was heavily invasive. In plain English: he was unforgettable.
Leon.
Leon Scott Kennedy.
You could feel it instantly: how the looming heat coiled in your lower abdomen. You were ashamed, no question about it. However, the reality was: you might have touched yourself here and there over the course of the week, fantasizing about him. So, what difference would it make if you were to do it again? ….. None, right? With a blink of an eye, you laid your phone on your nightstand and then…. got comfortable. Enough radiance emitted from your string lights accenting your bed frame. Therefore, you closed your eyes, wanting to come face to face with the handsome man who practically consumed your mind, body and soul at this point.
Your feet were on the bedding, as your knees jotted up high, and you started parting your legs just enough so you could sneak a hand in between. You didn’t want to get into it right away as you were sure that Leon wouldn’t either. Your palm slid down, little by little, over your chest, then your stomach, trailing off further amid the crevice that was awaiting you. Then, you finally cupped your pussy and rubbed your hand over your clothed core, in slight circles too, with enough pressure to feel it. You imagined him there, as if it was his big, strong, manly hand that was teasing you, so you moaned, “Oh Leon.”
The scenery switched at the snap of someone’s fingers entirely as if he were there with you now. Suddenly, you felt his presence as the air around you seemed to have warmed up, making you sweat a bit: your Leon looked at you lovingly, kissing you softly as he played with your pussy. You were wet in mere seconds as you pictured him sneaking his with veins riddled hand under the waistband of your cute shorts, letting his long, thick middle finger glide along your slit, as you heard him purr, “You like that, baby?”
“Oh God, yes,” you moaned, talking to your imaginary heartthrob who was helping you greatly with making you feel good. You mirrored your vision as you brushed your middle finger along your folds, pressing in a tad more. With feeling how soaked you were for him, you whimpered in response, “I’m so wet for you.”
Meanwhile, you know, Leon actually wanted to see you just as badly as you wanted to see him.
He spent the entire day with your father, thinking of you. First, they went to the grocery store and then spent time at Leon’s. After a while, your father came up with the brilliant idea of playing pool in his basement apartment: suite-like quarters for guests that would kick it with your father there. Your father was fairly proud as it had taken him at least two decades to set the entire flat up. It was his, quote, “baby”. When Leon arrived with your father, he anticipated seeing you there, but it felt as though you had vanished into thin air. He looked around with just enough effort not to blow his cover around your father. But you were nowhere to be seen.
Damn it.
It had been week; he wasn’t able to come earlier because of his busy schedule but believe you me…. He was desperate for it – too desperate for his own good. So now, he could have gotten his chance by paying you a visit, but luck was not having it that day it seemed. Both were too immersed, easing the billiard globes smoothly into the scoops of the table. They had a couple of drinks, however, Leon stopped after the third one, just to be safe were you to show up somehow after all. They were immersed, trying to quench their thirst for their biological nature to conquer, even if it meant winning a simple match such as this one.
After a while, Leon needed to excuse himself to go the restroom. Your father told him to pick up the key in his bedroom, stating they could head off to the garden afterwards to relax in the pool as it had night lights, and for another reason entirely: it was incredibly humid today, so Leon was on board, of course.
Cooling off sounds good.
So, Leon walked off, taking care of business first and then looking for your dad’s bedroom. He figured his room was upstairs, so he went there. He was careful as it was late, and he didn’t want to wake you up in case you were asleep. But then he heard something. Your door was slightly creaked open, for whatever reason, but: it was open.
Oh, she’s awake, Leon thought, happiness coloring his face as it meant he could potentially run into you at some point against all odds. He considered knocking on your door just to say hi. But then again, would that be too much? Perhaps, he got into his head here and should start second-guessing himself to put a halt on a very predictable dilemma, forthcoming: that he was wrong – expeditiously wrong. So wrong it could cost him more than just embarrassment, slipping and sliding along the floor although the sign had clearly warned him with: “Wet floor”.
On that particular day, he was certain the two of you clicked, having tons of chemistry. To put the icing on the cake, he also assumed that you found him attractive. He was sold on the idea that it was true, how was it not? You looked at him more often than not and to top it all off, he did see you biting your lips and playing with your hair repeatedly while you were talking to him.
He fixed his hair as well, time and time again, as he desired to look presentable to you. By putting two and two together, he was able to finalize that you felt the same. You just had to. Were it not the case, then he could slip into a clown costume next and play one for his imaginary crowd.
So, he stood there, refusing to budge. He hid by your doorframe, wanting to figure out what you were doing. Having weighed out his options, only if the coast was clear - and you weren’t busying yourself with something else - would he risk greeting you. He breathed in a couple of times, feeling a tad weird. To be blunt here, Leon was eavesdropping on you. And that made him think – quite literally think.
He shook his head, wanting to humorlessly laugh at himself as he came to realize – painfully so, mind you - that his actions were beyond pathetic right now. He stooped to a new low; so much so, that this could surely mark a new record for him after having been a failure of a husband.
Really Leon?
And to make matters worse, he heard your soft voice, saying, “Daddy.”
He scrunched his eyebrows together and his anxiety shot through the roof. Maybe you had caught on to him standing there by your door, but you mistook him for being your father. Oh God.
Maybe you were calling out for help. He’d better get moving then and tell his comrade that his daughter was in need of something. But…. he didn’t. Were you to call out for your father again, Leon would put his big boy shoes on and explain himself here, offering his help instead.
But then he also heard: “Oh Leon, yes. Right there, Daddy.”
His eyes shot so wide they could have rolled out of his own sockets. Did he just hear that right? Did you just call him …. that?
His feet planted into the ground like a tree, and he became a cemented, unmoving figure, statue-like as if he were a new prospect for art students to marvel at. His thoughts went haywire like an entangled web of electrifying cables malfunctioning as he desperately clung to his hope of hearing you one more time to not get ahead of himself. He couldn’t differentiate between assumption and reality anymore. Was he hallucinating? Was it all a mirage?
Once it proved itself to be true, it wouldn’t be a pipe dream of his anymore, but a fully-fledged state of reality. So, he remained, he didn’t change his position - nor did he want to. He licked his lips, and took a deep breath, partially looking around, then staring at the wall, to keep himself busy until further notice. And then, he overheard you moaning, “I need you, Leon. Please Daddy, give it to me.”
Oh God.
So, it was true…. Leon couldn’t believe his luck, he was partially shocked, but more than that he was happier than ever. Which he shouldn’t be, but he was. He made one cautious step and got closer – nearly impossible as his beak almost touched the white tapestry - to hear you moan more. And he succeeded: he listened to how you whimpered over and over again as though you were under a spell you had cast onto yourself, touching yourself, feeling how wet you were for your Leon, who in your head, was softly rocking you to sleep with his big cock.
But the real one you actually needed - needed more than ever - was right there, a couple of feet away, unbeknownst to you, needing you just as badly. His thick length smoothed in and out of you, and Leon could telepathically receive your vision, so he gripped his solid clothed dick, blowing off steam. He toyed with the idea of taking a peek, wanting to see what you looked like, but it was too much of a gamble, so he didn’t dare go there. Momentarily, he feared he had stepped too far out of line here. It was inexcusable: not only was he invading your privacy, but he had become an unwitting witness to your most intimate moments. However, your moans and whimpers were nothing short of exhilarating for him. He was practically basking in satisfaction – great satisfaction at that. It felt surreal.
He bit his bottom lip, letting his eyes close for a minute. He made his peace with it, picturing you next as he settled for your beautiful voice to satisfy him. He allowed himself to drift off just enough to join you in your wet dream; he was wary, however, that your father might show up out of the blue.
“Oh God, Daddy, I need you,” you repeated, your voice as sweet as candy.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He laid next to you in his imagination. So, he whispered under his breath, “Daddy needs you too, baby.”
He continued grasping his length through his jeans – firmly - wishing he could unzip his denims and play with himself as you were right now. Your dreamy mantra of his name and the dulcet of a title you crowned him with made Leon rock hard within seconds; he dreamed of tasting you, of being inside you, so he muttered quietly as he shook his head, scrunching his eyebrows, “Wish I could feel you right now, sweetheart. Would give it to you so good.” Partially stroking himself now, Leon had a vivid image of you: how you’d look beneath him, how you’d gaze at him with your mesmerizing eyes. He’d do anything right now to be on top of you. Anything. And honestly, hearing you call him Daddy was the most endearing gift you could treat him to.
Leon was a man of composure without exceptions; not once had he gone off the rails.
But he’d always been a fan of being called Daddy.
It fed into his manhood in such way, he wished he could reward you for it. Since he couldn’t - he imagined it instead, touching himself through the fabric: Leon was kissing and licking you all over. Then he was sucking on your breasts, teasing your nipples with his teeth, paying great detail to your body, trailing off with his tongue, sliding down until he was in between your legs, eating you out and getting his face wet, making you scream his name before stretching you out with his big cock, fucking you slowly and gently.
He truthfully believed you deserved it: that you were a woman worth more than just princess treatment. Only Leon could show you how much you’d been missing out on passionate lovemaking.
He yearned for it: to make sweet, sweet love to you – as sweet as you were to him. He was sure that the two of you would spend an unforgettable night together: the chemistry was undeniable. Heavens above, would he love to show it to you. His dick was practically throbbing right now, longing to be inside your soaking wet pussy. Leon wished he could feel you squeeze him tight, but his jeans as an entrapment for his length punished him greatly here. He licked his lips, breathing heavily, focusing on your cute hums – they were like music in his ears, so he smiled, “Oh, baby. You are so sweet to me.” Leon wanted to stay longer, sure, but he couldn’t anymore it seemed. Much to his dismay, his dreams went up in smoke as he was coaxed into opening his eyes, being alerted by you moaning, “Oh Daddy, I’m gonna’ cum for you.”
“Alright,” he whispered, nodding. “Yeah, cum for me, baby. Good girl.”
So, he gave you an imaginary kiss on your pliant lips, trying to calm down and walking off without wanting to, leaving you alone to go to a bathroom nearby – for reasons. He didn’t want to use the one on the same floor as you, fearing you’d use it in just a minute. He winced and almost cussed – which was very unusual for him by the way - when he heard the stairs creek, but he had no other option here. Fortunately, he arrived on the first floor, looking for another bathroom, beyond nervous. But as luck would have it, he found it. He almost busted the door open and slammed it shut, locking himself and falling back against the door. His breath fleeted in a sharp pendulum of excitement and desire as his chest heaved up and down.
His hands were fast and jittery, without any second thought, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as though his body was about to combust out of maddening lust for you. He swallowed down – hard. There was just no way he was really about to do this. But:
With the bump of his head hitting the solid surface of the door, he almost yanked his jeans and boxers down, laying them to rest underneath his balls. Then he gripped his length, started jerking himself off as he exhaled loudly, “Oh God, baby.” His cock peaked up to his navel without any assistance as it was rock hard, and Leon started smearing his pre-cum all over his mushroom tip. He looked down, spotting that he had stained his grey boxers, shaking his head with his cheeks bright red in shame and wanting need. The leaking white beads of his cock weren’t enough, and Leon got frustrated. With that, Leon spit into his hand in dire of lubrication and started anew. The length of his cock burned into his grip, as he was able to hear slick noises sparking into the air.
He closed his eyes now, panting, thinking of you. Suddenly, you were there. You were on your knees, looking up at him with your beautiful eyes, needy for him and he almost lost his damn mind. It seemed as though all of it came to fruition in his head, so he whispered, smiling, “Yeah? You want Daddy’s cock, baby?”
His desire to have you was otherworldly. All of it felt so, so real. He pumped himself, seeing how your warm mouth wrapped itself around his girthy cock. So, he whimpered your name, daydreaming about you sucking his dick, making quick work of himself as listening to you beforehand had almost made him cum. So, it didn’t take much: he was well underway to release his secret devotion for you already. He kept quiet as much as possible, but it was so hard. He wanted to moan for you, even though you weren’t even there to begin with.
Leon kept pumping his dick, sometimes even teased himself, slowing down his efforts. Then, he focused on his tip, giving it lots of attention as a substitute for your tongue, grinning to himself, so he ended up cooing, “God, sweetheart. You feel so good. Gonna’ cum for you.” He started having a play-on-play in his mind - a full-fledged conversation with an imaginary version of you - and continued cooing just above a tactile whisper, “You are so sexy. Yeah, you are, baby. No, I’m not lying, no! I swear.”
Then he heard you say his name, as though you were there with him. With his eyes scrunched shut, he kept going faster and faster, chasing his release that wasn’t far off anymore. He imagined being inside of you now with your ankles behind your ears, while gripping on the back of your thighs to keep your legs spread, gliding in and out. Then he breathed and smiled to himself, moaning, “Yeah …. You like that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? Tell Daddy how much you like it, baby.”
He was currently on cloud nine, infatuated with you as he felt you beneath him taking his cock like a good girl should. He bridged the distance between both of you, holding you by your chin in such way you were unable to move from his grip. He stared at you, rubbing your pussy with his free hand and rolling his pelvis in wave letters, into you slowly and steadily, brimming your velvety walls with his cock. He moved even faster now, picturing you smiling at him with hazy, lustful eyes and in return, he exhaled a chuckle as if you were there, teasing you, “Oh God, baby. Yeah? You want Daddy to cum inside of you? You sure you can handle it?”
He was in trance, bewitched by a dream-like state, hearing you moan in response to his question.
He felt your lips crashing on his, and upon coming into contact with you, he started fucking you fast, simultaneously amplifying his pace around his cock with his hand, pushing for his relief, whimpering, “Yes, yes, yes, boutta cum, baby. Daddy’s bout to-ah!” White strings of his cum painted his entire fist as he dragged out your name out loud with his jaw going full-on slack and his face contorting in pleasure, groaning through gritted teeth, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!“. His hips surged forward, shuddering and he hissed, taking a couple of deep breaths after, collecting himself, but he kept “looking” at you with his eyes glazing in passion. With making out with you feverishly in his vision now, he beamed with his smile stretching wide, by himself in the bathroom, languidly kept stroking himself to ride out his climax, relaxing a bit. He gasped as he felt his tip getting sensitive. While he was cuddling his cock through his grip, he felt your hands around the back of his neck, skimming over his skin, playing with his hair as you gazed at him lovingly, giggling cutely, “I don’t want you to leave, Daddy.”
“But I have to, sweetheart,” he responded with the softest voice he could muster, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, glowing, “I promise I’ll come back, though. Yeah?” When you nodded at him, smiling cutely, as final embrace, he gave you one last, long smooch to bid his goodbye. Shortly after, he broke the kiss, and with half-lidded eyes, he winked at you before you could vanish as he could still see you, this time, you were biting the pad of your forefinger, looking as tempting as ever. He wanted to lean in again, smirking, telling you how sexy you were, but then he opened his eyes. Clearing his throat, he halted his movement altogether, flaring his nostrils. His eyelids fluttered, then, a longing sigh escaped him, “Goddamnit.”
As he reeled back to reality, a concoction of different emotions overwhelmed his mind. Sadness came to strike him down first, fueled by the bitter disappointment that his dream wasn’t real. Then came the crushing steps of a giant – the embodiment of humiliation - as he reached the frightening realization that he had touched himself at the thought of his best friend’s daughter. If asked by the petrifying, towering, thick figure, he knew he would have to admit how much he had enjoyed it, lest he be ground into the dirt under his heel next. And then he saw a spotlight shining down on a woman who came into his view – his wife. He clenched his jaw, cowering in guilt. However, he resented her a lot due to negligence on her part, so no. He wasn’t going to let her destroy this moment. He didn’t want to deal with her – at all. He shook his head frantically, wanting to get rid of her.
And it did its job: Poof! She was gone.
He blinked a couple of times. With his view lowering, he winced a bit as he saw his cum all over his hand, then scoffed when he noticed that some of it had landed onto the floor. Rolling his eyes, he muttered annoyed, “Great.”
This was beyond awkward.
He needed to clean up. He needed to clean up fast. Time was ticking by and more than that, he prayed to the Heavens that no one had heard him.
Despite it all, it was worth it. Yeah, it sure was. Even if just for a moment, he was with you as he so desperately desired.
You on the other hand couldn’t sleep, even though you were extremely tired. You were mindlessly doomscrolling as a movie played in the background, breaking the silence in your bedroom. Hopefully you would drift off soon, you hated falling asleep past midnight as you wouldn’t feel satisfied enough for the next day. But to make matters worse, your stomach started growling, the excruciating sound hitting your ears – it was loud. Having watched one last video on your favorite app, you tossed your phone onto the bed and got up, heading off to the kitchen as you were about to make yourself something to eat.
You walked down the stairs and then arrived, walking into, as you saw it, the second-best room of your home. You opened the fridge and pursed your lips in contemplation. You hummed, deciding to make yourself a sandwich as it was easy and quick to prepare. You got all your favorite toppings, put the bread into the toaster and waited. With a soft click, your bread sprang up after a minute. As you took both into your hands, you started smearing butter onto the bread. You were deep in thought, though you didn’t miss hearing footsteps. Maybe your father was still awake, so you paid it no mind.
In your immersion as you attempted making the most delicious sandwich of all time, you heard someone greet you with a deep, manly voice, “Hey.”
You jolted a bit in surprise, though you had just noticed someone walking around, you didn’t expect anyone to come meet you here in the kitchen. Upon turning your head, you saw him and almost dropped the knife onto the parquet. You gulped and were in absolute disbelief. It was your handsome man you had been dreaming of for the last week - the one who visited you nightly in your fantasies, touching you and making love to you. But he was real this time, all flesh and bone. Unbeknownst to you, he just did the same.
“Hey, Leon,” you exhaled, a faint smile tugging at your lips.
“Hey,” he breathed, staring at you, returning your smile. “Hey, you.”
You almost had to laugh, stating cutely, “You already said ‘hey’ to me.”
“Guess I just like saying ‘hey’ to you.”
Leon rubbed the back of his neck, a habit you picked up on. He did it whenever he got slightly nervous. You gave him a look, from head to toe, passing over him in admiration. He wore jeans that explicitly showed his thick thighs, black sneakers and to crown his outfit: he wore a black shirt that was buttoned down with his chest hair revealing itself. You bit your bottom lip, on your way to look back at Leon. But then you saw him mirroring you, scanning you. You were scantily dressed in a brown shirt with matching shorts that were cute and showed more than enough skin. Mind you, if you turned around, Leon would be able to see half of your bare bottom.
Leon gulped when he saw your nipples peeking through your shirt, so he flickered his eyes away immediately. He met you again, smiling at you and gave this whole thing a go: “So uh. I see you’re making a sandwich, yeah?”
You giggled, biting your bottom lip, “Yeah. I am.”
Leon nodded, chuckling breathlessly, “Good, good. Congrats.”
Your tongue lolled out as you wettened the plump flesh of your mouth. Leon was so stupidly funny that you felt another a laughter erupt from your stomach, fizzling up to your throat and then snorted one out through your nose, stating, “Congrats? For what?”
“Uh, sandwiches are good, no? They ought to be celebrated.” Leon’s eye-contact was so persistent it had hit a point to where your entire body started to burn up. You’d had a run of good luck here. Fortunately, he was such a cut-up that any temptation to let your guard down with him was flying right out the window, stopping you from saying more than you should. You nodded, rubbing your shoulder and trying looking pretty for him.
Leon’s eyes were a bit hazy now as you noticed his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The air got so hot it felt as though you two faded into one another, standing at the cusp of your dreams manifesting into reality. Leon’s throat was so dry, were he to speak right now he was sure he would choke up on his words. You looked so pretty to him, like an angel, in the plainest outfit, but so irresistible and beautiful he wished he could feel and touch you.
“I guess they are,” you responded, after several minutes had passed since he had first asked you.
“Yeah, they are…. Good, and delicious. And sometimes even healthy.” Leon watched you giggle again, and he smiled shyly, fixing his hair. He hid his hands into his pockets and continued, “So, uhm. Whatcha’ been doin’?”
You sucked in your bottom lip, turning slightly and keeping yourself entertained with the components before you. And also, for another reason entirely: to hide the fact that you had just touched yourself to Leon earlier tonight. You answered confidently, “Studying.”
“Studying?” Leon asked gently, knowing you were lying, but he kept a good act – for your sake, and his. He furrowed his eyebrows. “This late at night?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, dressing your bread with the finest fixings. “I procrastinated, so. You know.”
“I see.” Leon nodded, observing you. Then he looked down at his feet, feeling the heavy tension of you both most obviously lying to each other. Given this, he couldn’t admit it to you, nor could you. All of this seemed strictly forbidden, but it was heavily soul-stirring, dangling in front of his very own eyes: you – the one he so desperately needed and wanted. He wouldn’t forget you moaning his name or calling him Daddy any time soon, if at all. Perhaps, he’d be lucky enough to hear you again one day. Then he changed his view back to you, saying softly, “I did that, too. When I was younger, I would procrastinate a lot.”
“Yeah?” you giggled, looking at him, seeing him kick his feet a bit, looking shy as kept his hands inside his jean pouches. “You don’t strike me as a procrastinator.”
“No? Well, but I did. So, I know how it is,” he laughed, clearing his throat, scratching his head now. “So uhm. What have you been studying?”
Leon’s question posed as a tool to put you on the hot seat a bit, which he exactly intended to do here. He knew he wouldn’t get a direct answer that would reveal your guilty pleasures, but he did strategize a bit of a loophole: he would have you answer his question in such way he would get validated regardless. As if one cue, you had to think about it for a second, thus, he caught you red-handed with your hesitation, because it wasn’t the truth, and it seemed as though you weren’t a good liar to top that off – which was adorable: that’s what he believed.
“You know what…. You don’t have to answer that question,” he reasoned softly, smiling at you. “Pretty sure your brain’s mushy from all that studying.”
“Yeah,” you exhaled with tense shoulders, biting your bottom lip – yet again. It persisted in duplicating. “Yeah, it was kind of a lot, to be honest.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Leon answered, gulping. And it just so happened that following words slipped out of his mouth, “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
You blinked, chuckling awkwardly. Yeah, your brain did go there, didn’t it. “Pardon?”
“I-I mean,” Leon stuttered, heavily anxious. His emotions circuited, overriding his logic completely. He was in absolute disbelief at the choice of his own words, cussing himself out mentally. This is not happening right now.
“Good girl as in good student, y’know?” He diverted his gaze randomly, his natural apprehension making its well-awaited comeback; the cause, quite simply, being you. He had to force himself to look at you once more, even though he resisted it, trying to keep his poise at bay. After a couple of seconds, he dared to flicker his eyes back to you, trying to please his case. “You’re doing a lot of studying, and you’re disciplined. That’s what I mean.”
He prayed to God he would somehow be able to turn this around. He didn’t want to look like a sexual deviant, nor did he want to make you uncomfortable. The fact he had just gone there was asinine; he had clearly crossed the Rubicon. However, your mere presence molded Leon into his real self: the version of him in his dream, being on top of you. It was such an indelible mark that he was finally saying what he wanted after all this time; however, in doing so, he had greatly exposed himself. He was awaiting an answer, but you looked so taken back that he muttered, “Uh, I think I should go.”
Before Leon could sprain a muscle, you said urgently but with a soft tone, “No.”
It put a halt on Leon immediately as he expected to be released from his misfortunate he inflicted upon himself. As it turned out, he got reassured as you uttered, “You don’t have to leave, Leon.”
As you finished making your sandwich, you titled the plate as though you wanted to indicate that he could have it. “You want some?”
You were so sweet, so nice to him he had no choice but to chuckle warmly. He shook his head, blushing, answering, “Ah, I’m good, thank you, though. I already ate with your father, but again. Thank you. I’m sure it’s delicious.”
“Yeah? When did you two eat?” you giggled.
“I cooked when he visited me,” he explained, leaning back on this counter. His hands left his pockets as he crossed his arms now, showing off his big biceps that were protruding through his shirt.
“Oh, you can cook? Oh wow. That’s nice…. What did you cook?” Then you took a small, controlled bite, chewing afterwards. You kicked back on the counter on your side, as Leon stood diagonally to you, on the opposite side, though you both were carbon copies on body language now.
He chuckled. “Italian. I made some Spaghetti.”
You hid your mouth with a free hand while laughing as Leon joined in with you, both of you fooling around. You chewed, rowing your head as though wanting to speak but then you heard him laugh, “Easy there. Don’t choke up on your food.”
“I’m not,” you teased back playfully and kind of muffled, swallowing down the food. You raised your eyebrows and continued. “You really are Italian, huh?”
“Yeah. All flesh and blood,” he joked as you saw him flexing his muscles. God, did he look good. “And Italian food is delicious.”
“It is. Congrats, it ought to be celebrated,” you joked, trying to tease him as he did earlier. Leon rolled his eyes in amusement and smirked. “Hey, are you mocking me?”
“Maybe?” You shrugged your shoulders, getting bolder with him. And it seemed as though he liked it, so he countered it with, teasingly: “Maybe? So, you are mocking me. Huh, a sweet girl like you shouldn’t play with fire.”
In a bubble, the two of you absorbed each other’s mannerisms and got lost in time. You two went floating, engrossed in the conversation as you two were well underway to be in stitches at the end of this. You kept eating your sandwich as he kept throwing one-liners at you for you to double over, clapping your hands or smacking your thighs, breaking into guffaws. One could assume that he enjoyed it a lot, because he didn’t stop.
In reality, Leon had long forgotten about your father, where he had gone was completely brushed aside to the point where Leon wanted to stay here – just for you. He let his muscles play here and there, flexing them at the right time whereas you stretched a bit whenever it was convenient, showing off your assets for Leon to marvel at. You were chewing on your last bite as Leon rambled on about his latest case, explaining why it was so difficult for him to deal with it. He was grateful that you were there, since it seemed you were thoroughly interested in him as well as in his occupation. As you stared at him, he stopped his sentence and pointed at the corner of his mouth, chuckling, “You got somethin’ there.”
“Oh!” you laughed, brushing off lingering crumbs. “Is it gone now?”
He shook his head, laughing. “No.”
Then as if on a roll, he took a few steps forward, though he had not drawn this near before. You watched him approaching you, looking at you lovingly with a smile. Your heart was beating fast as you could feel his warmth radiating from his body as he was standing in front of you now. “It’s right there,” he chuckled, showing off the same spot as if his proximity had made any difference to convolute the problem at hand. You tried again with your palm swiping along the skin as you looked at him. “Now?”
He shook his head again, but you observed how his eyes were hooded now, betraying his steadfast chains that were on the verge of severing. He muttered quietly, “May I?”
Suddenly, the sky opened with endless possibilities.
You should be declining his offer. It had its reason – multiple reasons at that as both of you were very well aware. It was nothing short of a clash of moral opposites that no matter how much they were resisted, would persist on crossing, needling and threading a blanket, engulfing the two of you in its warmth and affinity. It would also serve as a cover for both of you, allowing you two to bask in sexual secrecy with no one knowing despite the age difference and relational matters. You wanted Leon and he wanted you. It was so obvious, and yet it was unfortunately a 'damned if you do,damned if you don't' situation in which both of you would end up losing at some point, even if you were to fall in love with him—and it seemed as though you were already halfway there—admittedly, so was Leon.
Despite it all, you took a leap of faith and nodded, looking at him with anticipating eyes. Leon shot you a soft smile, so soft it couldn’t even be considered a smile unless someone like you was within his reach to witness it. He slowly raised his hand, reaching out, and gulped. Instead of admiring your lips, he treasured your eyes as though his memory had faded away of what he intended to do in the first place. His stunning blue eyes melted you away as your skin scorched, reflecting the aftermath of Leon’s fashion: lulling you in.
Upon the pad of his thumb, a flash spread through you like a live wire as if your soul conjoined with his: a holistic balance of red and blue, white and black, light and dark. His inkling skin on yours as he brushed over your skin – unbeknownst to you - there were no crumbs to be seen. But Leon could not tell you that, could he? His digit flicked one, two, three times, and then he cupped your cheek, the windows of his soul burning into you. You breathed heavily, biting your bottom lip. Leon’s eyes flicked down to catch on to your persistent habit, smiling to himself and looked back at you. You poised as a siren, singing to him, pulling him in gravitationally and Leon had no other choice but to be hexed by your flux.
Therefore, he started leaning in, reading you in case he was going too far, but he noted no resistance on your end, so he kept lowering his head - more and more. Your chest stretched forward automatically, yearning to be closer to him, closer to his muscular body. His other hand came to rest on your left hip, his thumb sneaking underneath your shirt. Leon was a breath away now, his forehead feathering against yours. You both breathed one another in, your hands came to rest on his chest – the one you wanted to touch since day one.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, smiling at you, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes.
“Yeah,” you whispered as well, mimicking his language. “More than okay.”
Leon teased his lips against yours, moving his head, leaning in and swaying from the other side, playing catch with you, beaming at you whenever he was just about to kiss you.
He chuckled, you chuckled: two parallels and never-ending.
“Don’t tease me,” you giggled quietly as he tossed the ball up to an unrelenting standard. His smile faltered a bit, as sincereness painted his face, and he came to hold your face with both of his hands now, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he did in his dream.
“Tell me to stop then,” he purred quietly against your lips. “Tell me what you want, and you might just get it, baby.”
Baby.
That on its own was enough to get you wet on the spot.
You batted your eyes at him, stroking his chest through his shirt as you proposed with the cutest voice imaginable, “Stop it.” Thus, Leon’s resistance was at the cusp of crumbling, and as evidence proposed to you, he simply nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
Closing his eyes, he burned his bridges and went in to give you what you want; what he wanted – what you both wanted. Staking it all: one, two and – but then: “Leon?”
Leon’s shot wide as he exhaled, “Shit.” By hearing your father’s voice, he backed away immediately and looked around frantically, startling with his pulse shooting up the very ceiling. Luckily for you two lovebirds, your father was nowhere close, but he did scream, seemingly on the toilet, needing help as he shouted, “You’re there? Can you bring me toilet paper?”
Your palm gave your mouth cover as you were at the brink of busting a gut, but Leon snorted and shook his head. So, Leon responded, by admitting he was indeed nearby and that he was willing to help, coming in just a minute. Leon tried hiding his smile, but to no avail – this was beyond hilarious. His gaze followed course to your father’s voice, but then he doubled backed to you, visibly mesmerized by your beauty as he bore his eyes into you once more, but this time he didn’t approach you. He licked his lips, infamously scratching his nape, chuckling, “I guess I should go now.”
“Yeah,” you laughed, nodding. “You should.”
“Well, your dad’s potty business ruining my chances of kissing you wasn’t on my bucket list this year,” he joked, visibly delighted at his own efforts of creative wordplay. “But I guess it is what it is.”
Four weeks.
Just about a month since the kitchen incident, and it seemed as though Leon had vanished without a trace.
Going back to the drawing board, your mind went places it shouldn’t have: you fell down a rabbit hole of theories as to why Leon hadn’t shown up – a commotion that ran amok in your mind, ending in a pillaged wasteland of a brigade. To make matters worse, your father picked up on your blatant, emotional blow, heaping onto your agony by pestering you about whether you needed help or someone to talk to, but: you insisted you were fine, though behind the scenes, you were fighting through great distress: hitting the books became harder; consequently, your academic performance began to take a back seat, and you weren’t as studious as you used to be. You figured Leon would probably not be too happy to hear that, but then again: perhaps you had him wrong all along. You wished you weren’t yearning for him as you were, but you found the urge irrepressible, because even as the weeks worked to dull the memory, his absence only made your heart grow fonder.
You once believed that he was way out of your league, so for a man like Leon to reciprocate your feelings was something else entirely. You were a confident young woman, no question, you held yourself in high regards – whether aesthetically or academically. But this came out of nowhere, and uncertainty did possess a brutal “perk” on your mental health, forcing a direct confrontation with the ordeal at hand, making you think like mad. Moving on would definitely do the trick here, keeping you from spiraling further out of control. But just as you were about to give up entirely, your father came up to you, stating that he was going out.
Well, why was that so important to mention? Because you believed he’d be out and about with his comrade later today – the very man who happened to be your heartthrob, otherwise known as the man of your dreams. But you were proven wrong – so, so wrong - that you couldn’t believe that you were about to strike gold in just a second. Your father mentioned that he was heading out for a business dinner tonight; he didn’t want you to be alone, so he figured Leon coming over would be the best solution to your problem. Your father was unaware that he made a virtue of necessity - the problem being Leon, and the solution concurrently being the same man.
Unbelievable.
Whether Leon would show up today was going to prove itself later down the line, but as of right now, you were ecstatic, simply put: thrilled to bits.
You helped your father pick out an amazing outfit, after that: you did your absolute damnedest to look the hottest version of yourself; you even hit the gym, despite having been lazy and slacking off for several weeks. You ended up picking the baby pink matching set, consisting of a clingy shirt with a bow at the cleavage and cute short shorts with another one accenting the waistband – yes, they were skimpy to the point they almost showed your entire butt, to answer your question. And no, you weren’t wearing socks as you had gone to the beauty and nail salon of your choice earlier today – for no reason of course.
Right.
Your father told you that Leon would show up around eight, and as the clock struck the hour, you heard the doorbell ringing. Your heart pounded out of your ribcage as you strutted towards the entrance of your home. Once you swung the door open, you expected the man in question – and lucky you, it was indeed him: the Mediterranean vision of a man, equating to Leon Scott Kennedy. However, much to your dismay, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, as if he didn’t want to be here – like, at all. Upon seeing you, he didn’t ogle you the way you were used to; instead, he seemed to avoid you at all costs, keeping his eyes on the ground shortly thereafter.
“Uhm, hey,” you welcomed him, a tad disappointed as he wasn’t illustrating the version of Leon you were keen on.
“Hey,” he exhaled, forcing himself to look at you now, clearing his throat.
“Well, come on in. I guess.” You gave him space, stepping aside and watching him.
You saw him nod, muttering a ‘thanks’ as he walked in. His steps were heavy and slow, calculated as if he were second-guessing his decision. In all honesty, you felt a bit ashamed of your efforts to look like the best version of yourself. His hands slipped in their trademark spot: his jeans pockets, closing himself off energetically as his shoulders slumped forward. You kept your distance, not wanting to pressure him into talking to you, as he was out of his element just by being here. I should have known better, you thought to yourself. And despite that, sadness started to fill you from the soles of your feet to the very peak of your body, until you were completely submerged. You closed the door and expected Leon to turn around - perhaps to, at the very least, engage in some small talk - but that didn’t happen either. And it hurt – badly.
He kept it moving, strolling towards the terrace, so you let him.
You debated heavily what to do here, as it was clear that he was in need of some long-overdue rest. Eventually, you opted to walk to the terrace as well, hoping he might actually listen to what you had to say. Your bare feet hit the parquet - step by step you inched closer- and as soon as you reached the outside, you saw Leon sitting by the pool with his back to you. He was probably deep in thought, likely didn’t want any company either.
He was fast with his escape.
You approached him nervously, simultaneously aching for him, but you knew it wasn’t the right timing. As soon as you were within his perimeter, you began, asking softly, “Uh, Leon?”
You received no answer – which was undoubtedly quite the curveball for you.
You gulped, fidgeting with your thumbs and biting your cheek. Something was up, sure, but ignoring you was unnecessary and a bit excessive. You knew how to stand your ground, even if Leon was involved. It was no mystery that you were head over heels for him; however, you weren’t going to put up with him acting like a stranger. So:
“You’ll find me in my bedroom if you need anything”, you proposed gently. “And I hope you’re okay, Leon. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll be here.”
And with that, you left him alone.
Salty drops of sorrow rolled slowly down your cheeks. Your father came into your room for one last time to check up on you, and of course, you hid behind a scam, pretending to be alright and telling him that you were looking forward to hearing him reflect on his dinner later tonight. Your father didn’t raise questions about Leon; though, he found it quite odd for Leon to be on the terrace all by himself. Surely, the two of you could hang out together to pass some time, no? After all, that’s why he called him over. Whatever the case, he brushed these thoughts aside, trying to rationalize it: that Leon was giving you space, simultaneously needing some time alone.
Once he left, you started crying with a swirl of so many emotions flooding your head. Weeping, you concluded that you had miscalculated Leon’s feelings by a landslide, despite him making advances and paying you compliments - seemingly very interested in you. So, just as you started to feel a flicker of resentment toward him, a knock came at your door. You sniffled, not wanting Leon to see you like this. On the other hand, you didn’t care.
The silence was broken by another knock and pricklets of rain hitting the glass of your window, reflecting the melancholy that enveloped you, in the physical realm, it was your blanket, hiding you completely. Had Leon allowed himself to come in, he would have seen it – a confrontation of his own merits: mixed signals that had caused you so much trouble, but perhaps he was about to after all. He didn’t knock thrice; the door opened as the handle got pushed down. You could neither see it, nor hear it - but you could feel it: how Leon stepped foot into your room.
You kept your position, pretending to be asleep, though the lamp on your nightstand was still on.
Leon hadn’t closed your door yet; all he saw was you under the covers. He bit his cheek, hashing it out with himself internally, before finally asking: “Hey, are you awake?”
You didn’t respond right away, nor did you want to. You were still upset – visibly, but it was currently concealed due to the pliant duvet enwrapping you in its warmth – up to your very nostrils. You shifted a bit, hence why Leon gave it another go: “You awake?”
“Yeah,” you huffed, giving in and sounding a bit stuffed due to your clogged nose. “I am awake.”
You heard a click, signaling that Leon had closed the door. He was slowly approaching your bed - he was tense, unsure of what to do, and yet he settled down regardless with the mattress dipping approximately by your shins.
“Can we talk?” he softly suggested.
You wanted to shake your head, tell him no, but you didn’t. Truth be told you were a bit confused, debating whether you should give him a chance to explain himself at all – first, he had kept you at bay, now though, it seemed as though he was searching for a resolution. At the back of your mind, however, you were very well aware of why he had distanced himself - even so, it still stung.
“Yeah,” you exhaled, and got up. Leon saw how sad you looked, and within an instant, as if tended a formal bid, he received testimony of his own choice of actions - which messed with him greatly – and thus, Leon wanted to do better. You got closer, slid the blanket aside, though kept clear of his embrace. Leon was more than happy to see you, but he felt the urgency to address the elephant in the room, taking responsibility. Given the complicated ordeal, he dreamed of letting himself fall, venturing past the curb that prohibited him from being with you, yet he knew he would remain bound in real life.
“Have you been crying?” he asked ever so tenderly, feeling beyond disheartened. “Is it because of me?”
“No,” you lied, holding your cards close to your chest. “I failed an exam, so I’m kind of bummed.”
“Oh?” It bubbled somewhere behind his ribcage, that feeling of being lied to. He wanted to extend an arm to caress and console you, but to no avail. Moreso, his own guilt couldn’t bear him from causing you any type of pain anymore. So, he thought outside the box, coloring past the lines as the physical state of things separated him from what he actually wanted to do. “I’m sorry to hear that, baby.”
Baby.
Such audacity, no? Leon’s conscience prodded him to soothe you with a gentle word, yet the effort felt stifling. He didn’t mean to, but: he had you wrapped around his finger like the synthetic fibers of a cut-out doll made in your image he kept twirling and twisting.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He knew it wasn’t enough. He needed to take accountability now and face it.
“Failure is a part of life.” Leon took a couple of breaths and rubbed his sweaty palms against his clothed thighs. “You messed up once. So what? I messed up plenty, it’s normal. You shouldn’t be sad; I am sure you will ace your next test.”
So, he continued to ignore the problem, attending instead to your scam of a lie: both of you privy to the perpetual scheme. And yet: his voice was so soft, his words were so carefully chosen, you felt like a feather swaying side to side, dancing in the fresh breeze of summer air.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thank you, Leon.”
“You know I am always here for you, right?” His eyes wouldn’t leave you, secretly had hoped you would spare yourself from looking at him altogether, but you took a different route. You didn’t play in his hands, instead, made it consciously harder for him by meeting his eyes. Leon gulped. “Trust me, all of this is very difficult for me.”
You knitted your eyebrows together, confusion written all over your face – playing pretend. “What is?”
His two fingers – fore-and middle finger – fluttered back and forth, the gesture hinting at the issue at hand. Nothing short of a mere scant. You two sat next to each other and in the middle: a present, ready to be unwrapped as the swaddling encased it. You were willing to work with him to open it. Leon seemed hesitant, though, in fear of what was about to happen next.
Leon sighed and closed his eyes. One, two –
Then opened his eyes, his baby blues mixing in with yours.
“Listen, I know,” Leon nodded. “I know that you cried because of me. I don’t want it to be like this.” His palms showing, a quick move, still were not up to par. He needed to speak up; this was merely a drop in the leaky, rusted bucket. “I don’t want to ignore you. Trust me, I wish we could continue from where we left off. But I can’t. Please understand.”
His explanation didn’t cut it, moreso, it was the last straw for you.
“So I’m just supposed to sit here and listen to you tell me to move on? Like nothing ever happened?”
“That’s not what I am saying, baby,” Leon sighed softly, his grip faltering as he compounded the problem. It was a silent stare-off with many words remaining left unsaid. “You know I don’t want to hurt you. But…...God.”
Leon felt like picking up a crayon and just smearing the truth onto concrete like a child - that’s how nerve-racking it all was. He didn’t want to call a spade a spade: it – ‘it’ meaning: the ring around his finger that sealed the issue once and for all. Once he acknowledged it, he’d be burying the hatchet and things were a done deal from this moment forward. And that’s why he kept sitting on the fence. He didn’t want to address it because of that very reason. But he needed to.
“I am a married man, baby.”
“You should have thought twice about it then!” you put it bluntly. Good for you. “You know? Before you tried kissing me?”
In his mind, he finally understood: he was the one who had started it all. And now had become the last man standing on his own way as he moved to lock the door – as final obstacle - to the room where a golden plethora of shared laughter and classified moans tarried among the walls.
“I know,” Leon reasoned. He took a deep, deep breath and bit his cheek. “Trust me. I do want it…. But I can’t.”
“Alright.” A firm nod, then you continued, “Thank you. You can leave now.”
Your cold words froze down his spine. “Baby, please.” Leon scooted closer to you, his eyes pleading with you heavily. “Tell me you understand.”
Looking at him with glossy eyes, you were quick on the draw, about to stage-manage the anger that brewed within you. However, it never came to pass. Leon’s round eyes, almost puppy-like – mind you, he was well over fifty and was still able to look this adorable - had you lose your footing on convulsive ground that was about to split in two. “Tell me you understand, baby. Please,” he repeated, signaling the end. And yet, his resolve was a losing game of tug-of-war. Between his closeness and the way “baby” kept slipping out, it was clear he was an indecisive man who wasn’t ready to let go – like, at all.
Leon clenched his jaw, noticing he didn’t get a reciprocal answer from you. His brain got tossed into a bin nearby as he placed his hand on your naked thigh, his warmth casting an image of a garden with a ray of beautiful flowers thriving in an abundance of different colors: the two of you were running through the yard, beaming and holding hands. Leon then spun you round and round, leaving you two basking in nothing short of freedom.
“Can I ask you something?” you asked softly, absorbing every unique blemish of his. He was undeniably beyond gorgeous - so perfect in every shape and form it was insane, you thought.
Leon nodded, hesitantly. “Yeah,” he exhaled. “Ask away.”
“What makes you happy?”
All of a sudden, as you two twirled, he stomped into a puddle, soaking his pants. The wet fabric clung uncomfortably to his calf, making him pause. Leon had no doubt you could be handed a golden medal and a place on a triumphant standing, placing you first as you were easily the best thing in his life. Your mere presence swept Leon off his damn feet as your external beauty mirrored your inner cherubim that cast a glow over the vibrant meadow where both of you danced away.
“My friends make me happy,” he answered, a second away from mentioning you likewise. His answer fabricated a rickety, abandoned rampart, leaving a huge gap: in which he didn’t mention his wife, now did he? “Especially your dad; he’s my brother.”
“That’s nice.” You smiled, the penchant you held for Leon painting you. “I’m glad you call him your brother.”
Leon chuckled, his thumb gracing your skin, back and forth, touching you with such care in complete reverence to your body. “Yeah, we’ve been through a lot, baby. I’m glad I have him.”
Your eyes flicked down to his hand momentarily that Leon didn’t quite catch, but you saw his ring, so you asked, “What about your wife?”
The clear sunny sky got disrupted by a bank of clouds: his smile disintegrated as Leon cleared his throat, taking a deep breath shortly thereafter. As Leon looked up to the sky, he could feel the air chill around him with the summer heat spiraling into tepidness.
“What about her?” he asked, lingering resentment like sharp needles hammering through wooden, busted planks.
“Are you happy with her?”
Leon gulped; the ocean of his eyes confined you once more, cascading you into a chokehold as if he were telling you to stop. But he answered it, “We have problems. That’s about it.”
But you had splish-splash party in Leon’s waters as an A-plus swimmer – a grandeur of experience - diving into his ocean and reaching unforeseeable depths of the colossus of a man you so clearly adored; you smirked. “Doesn’t sound like you’re too happy.”
Leon caught on right away, and he hated himself – despised himself for loving it: you embodied the very definition of a vixen, who tempted him with melting seductiveness, riling him up with flaming hot desire for you. Your charisma was otherworldly to Leon, and no matter how much he would try to resist you, he couldn’t, so he rasped, “I guess you could say that.”
“Right,” you purred, batting your eyes at him and placing a hand on his thigh. Stroking his bulgingly defined muscle, you edged closer and closer. “You deserve a woman who is all about you, Leon.”
“She is,” he lied raggedly, gulping and watching your shy attempt to touch base with his wanting need for you that throbbed especially in his boxers. “She is all about me.”
“Yeah?” you cooed. The sun contrasted against the imaginary turquoise sky again, encasing you both in its heat as if the universe were giving the two of you the green light. You tiled your head in question. “When’s the last time you two had sex?”
“Pardon?” Like a spun reel, you two were back in the kitchen, nothing short of a deja-vu, where his blunt words had you answering the same way.
“You heard me, Leon,” you cooed as Leon submitted his reason to an operating table. Leon’s masseters protruded as he ground his teeth, well underway to collapse into throwing the towel.
“It’s been a while,” he breathed shakily, feeling you kneed his thigh. “It’s been a while, baby.”
“And is that something you deserve?” you asked tenderly, playing with the collar of his shirt as you massaged his thigh, which made Leon’s breath hitch and his eyes cloud with pure lust. Your coy act betrayed you greatly, and Leon knew it. He saw right through you, but heavens above, he didn’t want you to stop. He wrestled with himself, knowing this was so, so wrong, alas, such is life. He’d been dreaming about this since the very day the two of you met.
“I don’t know.” Leon furrowed his eyebrows, staring at you, clearly entranced by your lulling voice and antics, as you attended to both his thigh and his neck with a tender smile tugging at your plush flesh, motioning slowly, sweetly and sincerely. Your scent wafted toward him like freshly baked pie fleeting from a window; Leon inhaled you, taking deliberate breaths as he could smell the vanilla of your perfume that was fogging his conscience.
“You don’t know? Actually, I have another question.”
Be damned, he was a mess, but he gave the go-ahead, offering you free rein. You were a succulent little thing, mouthwatering as Leon could feel spit pooling inside his mouth.
He nodded.
“Are you dominant or submissive, Leon?”
Your question pushed him into cold waters, bumps spiking all across his body as he froze aghast. He was unable to function properly now. You were so blunt that he was star-struck, his head twisted along the sky of the meteor that showered shortly, thus, an abrupt motion of his head checked him back into the current unfolding, taking shape of you two unwrapping the imaginary present that sat neatly in between.
“Dominant,” he croaked way too fast, swallowing his spit with dazed, half-lidded eyes. “But not like you would believe. I’m not…. rough or anything. I just like to be in charge.”
Your hand slithered down to his chest as your forefinger began drawing on his bare skin; you whispered with innocent eyes as those of a deer, “And she lets you be dominant?”
Lowering his head, he lost himself in your gaze, tracking how you teasingly slid the pad of your finger along the chest hair that peeked above the collar of his shirt. “No, baby,” he whispered, bridging the distance further, craving to be closer to you. “My woman has her likes and dislikes, you know?”
“Seems like she’s completely disregarding your sexual preferences,” you stated softly, shaking your head. “That’s not nice, is it?”
While shaking his head side to side, agreeing with you, it crossed his mind that his hand was still on your thigh, which was worth mentioning, because Leon was completely and utterly spell-bound, rooted to your bed with no remedy for his dismay. You were both the poison and antidote flowing through his bloodstream, as you two were almost fixed to one another; a single shift would result in a kiss here. His forehead covered yours, your breaths mingled, and he absolutely reveled in the way you touched him, as if he were the dearest thing in your world. He had never felt this appreciated in his entire life.
“Leon?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Tell me, what do you want,” you commanded tenderly. “Put yourself first, for once.”
Leon was abandoned with no choice but to free himself. Despite it all, he couldn’t prolong it anymore. The only threshold that kept Leon steady was his fear of betraying his own moral code – of betraying himself for nothing. He wanted you. Dear God, he ached for you, but he didn’t want to throw his marriage of two decades away. And what if he lost you? Moreso, if he were to give in, he would jump down a bleak pit with his body crashing upon impact and gravity having served its purpose, leaving Leon with the endgame of his own bidding – a bold title on the latest newspaper covering the scene: Leon Kennedy, the renowned divorce lawyer, cheated on his wife! Nothing but a con man?
Cupping your cheek with the hand that used to be on your thigh, he gently caressed the soft countenance with his thumb pursuing your cheekbone. Internally, he walked further down the road; he was at the cusp of reaching the point of no return – thus answered softly, “I want you.” Leon breathed heavily, perfectly showcasing the inner conundrum plaguing him, begging you now, “But I can’t, baby. Please.”
“But why?” you asked softly. It was cruel and dichotomic. No objective bystander would have a clue as to why Leon struggled so greatly.
“God, don’t you understand?” he grunted through gritted teeth, shaking his head as if to ditch the feeling as your hand got closer to his crotch. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop,” he lied, whining. His breath got cut off altogether as you stitched his lungs together, and the red thread trailing your needle served as venomous snake, constricting his chest and silencing his best attempts at resisting you. He begged you once more, concealing his truth, “Please stop. Don’t do this to me.”
“But why do you deny yourself?”
You were right. As he saw it, he was greatly denying himself – denying himself of literal Heaven on Earth, mind you.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Leon chuckled breathlessly as a shock response, shaking his head.
A beat of silence.
But then: “God, you know I do.”
“Then kiss me, Daddy,” you offered instantly with the cutest voice you owned. “Please?”
Leon’s hazed eyes widened and his ears flexed – startled - as he heard you call him by the title you coronated him – and this time, you weren’t hiding it either. Leon’s mind drifted; he looked left and right, up and down, he saw no one: he was deserted in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to go either, scorching hot sand hissing in the wind. To him, you were the only soul on the other side of the horizon. He hoped you weren't an optical illusion, as he was parched and in dire need of help; licking his dry lips, he muttered, “I didn’t know you were into that.”
Leon’s middle name could easily be “The World’s Biggest liar”. But oh well, not like you were aware that he had spied on you once while you touched yourself and whispered that very name.
“Do you like it?” Your voice was like velvet, honey-tongued that had Leon play in the lake of your sweetness like a cub inside a huge beehive. “Do you like it when I call you Daddy?”
He finally succumbed, the sugary rush leaving him very tired. Leon nodded, letting his eyelids drop – close to shutting altogether - whispering, “Yeah, baby. I love it…. I love it so much.”
“So, when are you gonna’ kiss me?” you asked softly, biting your bottom lip and looking at him expectantly which made Leon chuckle warmly at your enthusiasm.
“Fiery little thing, hm?” He grinned lop-sided and lazily as he plateaued, tilting his head to the side and tugging strands of your hair behind your ear. “Knew you were a wild cat.”
“I’m a wild cat for wanting you to kiss me?”
“Not just that,” Leon snorted, amused, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve got a whole lotta spunk, baby. You are blunt, very eager and quick to act - almost like a cute little cat prowling around, ready to catch a mouse.”
“So, you’re the mouse?” you giggled.
“Hold on,” Leon laughed wholeheartedly. “I messed up. I didn’t think this one through, right?”
No matter what, you two truly seemed to have undeniable chemistry and this moment served as empirical evidence. It was pure magic - a highlight of his life – the joy of laughing with you by his side. “I should be the cat if anything. A lion would suit me more,” he explained, cocking his eyebrow. “Something big should catch you, you know?”
“Daddy wants to catch me?” you asked, giving him a “knowing look” and swaying your shoulders a bit.
His cravings for more sugar seemed to make a well-awaited comeback after the crash that fogged his brain. It seemed as though he didn’t want this cycle to end any time soon. He made eyes at you, looking you up and down for a few seconds before giving in completely. Your outfit didn’t help either, it robbed him of his last bit of reason and thus:
“Yeah,” he rasped through gritted teeth, nodding. Your face was under his hold – two hands at each side – and almost squished your cheeks, whispering, “Daddy wants that and more, baby.”
And with that, he folded and tipped in, though giving you one last chance to back out – or maybe he did it for his own sake. He teased his soft lips against yours, smiling and closing his eyes, then: he gave you one long kiss – finally. It was an incredible feeling. So much so, it felt as though you two finally made your dreams come true. You were on cloud nine, Leon withdrew just an inkling with his eyes admiring your profile as if he were carving you into a memoir. He leaned in again, sensing no rebuttal, and kept showering your prettily shaped flesh with the most tender affection.
Kissing him absolutely surpassed your expectations. He cleaved to his word, he did like to be in charge, setting the pace with you, and it seemed as though he liked it slow – delectably slow. You dared to take one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his as you whimpered into his mouth, reeling from just how great a kisser Leon was. You untangled your fingers before gently placing his hand on your clothed breast. Your palm supported his hand, putting slight pressure on it. Leon took it as a cue to take matters into his own hands – quite literally – and started playing with the fat of your breast.
Leon had you in his palm as he grew passionate, widening his mouth a bit more, inviting his tongue in. He moaned when you met his tongue; the kisses were still slow, yet very sensual and loving. Leon lightly squeezed your breast while you caressed his hand with your thumb that was currently tracing your cup with utmost devotion.
“Feels so good, Leon,” you whimpered cutely against his lips.
His lips started trailing off, from your lips to the corner of your mouth and then kissed your cheek. He cautiously traced down and when he met your jaw, he peppered pecks along the bone, then let his tongue trail down where he came across your pulse, letting his teeth sink into your skin with slight force and rewarding you with an open-mouthed kiss, all the while he was touching your breast through the fabric of your top and bra.
You wanted him to feel good, too. And to return the favor, you let go of his hand and reached for his groin instead, finding his solid cock in mere seconds as it thumped inside his pants and boxers. You groped the swell of his clothed length, while he was kissing your neck and you heard Leon moan against your skin, the vibrations only amplifying your efforts. Leon chuckled huskily and you watched him lean back to face you again, just a breath away from your lips, rasping, “Yeah? Pretty little wild cat wants to play with Daddy?”
You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he was fully mesmerized by you. You gave him a cute kiss and whispered, “Yes.”
“Yeah?” he echoed, purring once more - lowly and raw - and feeling your hand on his beating cock. “Well, Daddy wants to play with you too.”
He hid his face in the crook of your neck again as desire ate away at his bones, moaning and allowing himself to get carried away on your neck, all the while he let his huge hand brush over your chest and over your waist, taking his time to feel your curves. Once he arrived at your hips, he sneaked his hand to your back, making a quick attendance on the peak of your butt. He retrieved, hooking his thumb under the waistband and dragged the pad of his digit to the front span of your shorts. From his position, he let his eyes drop down to your thighs; however, he didn’t budge from your neck - only a smidge - so he could sneak a peek, stretching the material, smiling. “Cute panties.”
You giggled, gripping his cock through his slacks, “They’re just panties.”
Leon laughed warmly against your skin, tugging the waistband down a tad more to review them, “Mmm no, baby. They’re super cute. Pink and lacy. I like that. You’re wearin’ them for me, yeah?”
You almost crossed your legs in denial with a cease and desist on his playful tomfoolery when you heard Leon chuckle again. Though Leon wanted to further indulge in his shenanigans to keep the mood light and fun, you confessed quietly and shyly with your cheeks burning red, “Yeah, I hoped you’d see them.”
Playing with his hair and squeezing his clothed hard dick, you felt Leon bestow another smooch on you, twirling on your skin with an earnest grin. “Yeah? That makes me very happy. You know what else?”
You shook your head ‘no’ with your nails threading through his luscious taupe brown hair so deliciously that his body erupted in a myriad of goosebumps. Despite your lack of vocal feedback, it served as reprise of ‘that’ll do’, and was enough for him to rasp, “Daddy wants to take them off, baby.” His baritone alone could let you come undone and it certainly came to pass now. The scent of his cologne filling your nostrils greatly complicated your search for mental leverage. You opened your eyes, trying to look around, though very hazily, but your efforts were sadly scrapped altogether once you felt Leon biting your neck, finding your sweet spot and sucking on it shortly thereafter, coaxing your eyes to roll back, moaning, “Oh God.”
Then you whimpered, unable to keep silent as Leon took full control over you. The voice of your reason faded, biding its last goodbye, evident, as you started parting your legs which had Leon basking in satisfaction, utterly pleased to see you wanted him – him alone. While his main focus remained on your neck, it seemed to change in just a bit as he shifted, draping his palm across your crevice and applying steady pressure with a low moan. He circled his big, manly hand in slow, deliberate rotations; he wanted nothing more than to make you comfortable, so he kept his pace sure and steady.
This was newly shared intimacy, both of you toying with each other, both of you bathing in want and need. However, he was still wary since he deemed it a privilege to touch you. You risked looking down, and you wished you didn’t, because his hand and forearm flexed with each movement, perfectly orchestrating the strength of his muscles as the fibers flickered on his olive tan skin - the hair on his forearm serving as cherry on top. You didn’t know why, but his expensive watch around his wrist made him look all the more appealing that left you smiling dreamily to yourself while Leon did his best to please you.
Suddenly, you confessed, whimpering, “You’re so hot.”
As your chest heaved in desperation, Leon’s kisses grew sporadic as he couldn’t help but smirk against your neck: he found you adorable. Though you couldn’t hear his internal monologue, you could feel it. Then you heard him hum – a tad muffled. “Mmm, I’m flattered,” he murmured softly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Inebriated by Leon and his gentleness, and having surely passed your threshold, you gently guided his hand underneath your shorts, making him moan with a sincere smile, “Oh baby…. You’re so sweet. Yeah? You’re gonna’ let Daddy play?” A high sign – what he wanted from the very beginning. He needed you to seal your approval - as he saw it - this was all about you, not him. And while he chose the pace, you chose what you wanted from him.
Leon was careful with his approach, dipping in languidly and testing the waters with his middle finger gracing your clit. With his pad, he could feel that your nub was wet, which meant you were more than soaked which resulted in another tongue smack on your neck. You kept running your fingers through the strands of his beautiful hair and Leon took the hint, drawing closer and started easing his finger up and down along your wet folds which made you whimper his name, “Oh Leon.”
“You like that, baby?” he asked lowly with your neck becoming a target for his teeth and lips - you were convinced would result in some bruises at some point. You could feel his thick finger glide along your puffy pussy with enough effort for you to spread your legs even further, drawing a croon from Leon at your silent request. All the while, his question reminded you of your dream you once had with the exact same wording: the entire scenery seemed a perfect replica of your imagination - and thus figured, it was due to knowing Leon thoroughly, knowing his true self. Only he was all flesh and bone, right here and right now: your Leon was truly touching you. Perhaps someone should pinch you, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered as he stayed put on your neck and core, filling the very crevices of your brain with his name. “I love it.”
“I’m glad,” he croaked as his breath quivered a tad bit, using two fingers now to slide along your folds, feeling how soaked you were for him. So, he sealed the sentiment once more with: “I’m so, so glad, sweetheart. It’s all for me, yeah?”
You nodded, a sweet hum in agreement keeping him company. You started rolling your hips a bit and getting eager as you felt your need ascending to the moon. Leon let you do it, working with you and persisting in being attentive to your body. To top that off, he took notes of your whimpers, concentrating on when they’d get louder. He pored over you. Much to Leon’s surprise, you started feeling up on his cock again as you got lost under his touch beforehand – truth be told, it was much needed for Leon as his thick length thrummed with his want for you. Leon smiled, leveling his fingers to your entrance, flicking his pads at it and had to chuckle when you squeaked. In return, you squeezed his clothed cock, but that didn’t stop Leon, it only pushed him further to play with your entrance.
He circled around it, groaning when he could quite literally feel the wetness pool at his digits. You were completely drenched and Leon was beyond stoked he was the one to turn you on like this. And since you were his girl now – hopefully not just in and for the heat of the moment - he wanted to give you more than that. Before detaching himself, he chuckled against you and gave you one last kiss. Shortly thereafter, he straightened up to look at you lovingly with a soft smile, asking, “Let’s take these cute little shorts and panties off, okay?”
“Yeah,” you cooed with a smile, biting your lips – in your fashion which tempted Leon to kiss you, and of course he took the bait. Leon held you by your nape with his free hand, all the while, the hand that played with your pussy beforehand, now tugged at the fabric of your shorts.
“Up,” he chuckled shortly. It was enough for you to obey him, lifting your hips and sitting down once he got what he needed. He continued making out with you, keeping you close to him, fueled by his irrational fear of losing you for even a split second. He gripped the material at one side, then the other, loosening the waistband from your hips: now he was able to slide them down your – as he saw it - attractive thighs. He almost balled his hand into a fist as he grabbed the shorts.
With his grip, he was well underway of taking them off – single-handedly – because when they knitted at your knees, he didn’t let them fall down your feet. He wanted to get rid of them all by himself. All the while, he was gifting your lips with some much-needed attention. Kissing you, he managed to hold the material in his hand now as he had completed his mission of doffing your shorts. Ever the gentleman, he began folding them.
Cupping his cheeks and moaning into his mouth, you sensed him doing something, though you couldn’t tell exactly what. So, you leaned back a bit and Leon whimpered as to why you had stopped. He didn’t want you to, the sudden distance was utterly unwelcome, so much so, he almost slingshotted a comeback. He looked at you completely confused. An ironic paradox set of events as you mirrored his expression, furrowing your eyebrows, but couldn’t help but giggle once you actually realized he was just neatly organizing your clothes.
“Are you really folding my shorts and panties right now?”
“Oh,” he snorted, a bit embarrassed as you caressed his cheeks. “Uh yeah. Good habit, no?”
You chortled, almost unable to speak because it was so random. So of course, you asked, “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?” he mused with a smirk, stacking them aside and petting his work once he was done. “I’m a neat man, sweetheart. And you shouldn’t be complaining; I don’t think a boy of yours has ever folded your clothes.”
“You’re right about that,” you laughed, kissing his cheek. Feeling the urge to step into character, you purred, “How incredibly heroic of you, Mr. Kennedy. I am utterly grateful.”
“You’re very welcome, young lady,” he played along. Returning the fervor, Leon leaned in and kissed you shortly thereafter. “Would Her Highness desire me to attend to the folding of her upper garments next? “
“You’re stupid,” you cackled, slinging your arms around him and with a burst of energy you plopped down on lap. Both of you hit the mattress as Leon went down like timber with a noticeable thud! You both doubled over together under the rush of shared playfulness. You looked down at him, beaming as you tried your damnedest to brush your hair away. Leon, of course, assisted you, laughing from the bottom of his chest. Wrapping it up, his hands came to rest at your waist, marveling at how beautiful you looked.
You two were engulfed in a quilt of longing and deep love for one another. It was crazy to believe, since you two hadn’t known each other that long - perhaps it was infatuation. Whatever the case, the two of you stared at each other with hazy, half-lidded eyes, glazed with pure desire. He beckoned you to kiss him with his forefinger, tapping his lips, teasing, “Pay with kisses right here. You know, since I was so kind to fold your clothes?”
You enjoyed this back-and-forth more than you let on. You rolled your eyes and huffed through your nose; and yet, you leaned into the bit, “Oh yeah? How many kisses?”
“As many as Daddy wants.” He winked. Taking matters into his own hands, he jerked his head up and began kissing you, pulling you in. Therefore, your palms embraced his face once more and you deepened the kisses as he leaned back again with his head hitting the pliant bedding. When he heard you moan into his mouth again, he smiled against your lips in return.
Making out with you and walking on air, he let his calloused hands trace along the curve of your back until he reached the plump of your ass, squeezing it. Then he dived in playing with the fat, stretching it and letting your ass bounce upon the release of his hands. In an indomitable cycle of amusement, he held it and let it go – over and over again. He was so taken with your butt that it eventually made you laugh. Mere seconds away from his smirking lips, you cocked an eyebrow and teased, “You havin’ a fun time?”
“Oh yeah,” he rasped, jiggling it with his ambitious hands that had you rolling your eyes again which ultimately made him cackle in return – Leon was sitting upon his throne of victory, greatly entertained by the sight set before him. Your nonchalant act only heaped onto his desire going back and forth with you - both figuratively and literally - as he wobbled your ass cheeks up and down, up and down, up and down (it seemed never-ending, though not like Leon wanted it to, you know?). Then he grooved a beat on your cheeks with his flattened-out hands, giving it his all in a playful rhythm as he joked, “You don’t look too happy right now, baby. Toy story’s already over for my old ass, huh?”
“Oh my God,” you erupted in laughter, shaking your head in disbelief, Leon a mere reflection, laughing just as much. “Are you always this corny?”
“Only on Saturdays,” he mused with a shit-eating grin, watching you busting a gut on top of him that made his heart flutter, because he absolutely adored it when you laughed. Then he looked at his watch, further acting the part. “Hm, seems like it will only get worse from here. It’s Saturday, sweetheart, and I’ve got all night.”
It was utterly sidesplitting; he almost made you cry with laughter. You had never felt this comfortable with someone, especially considering that the other half of your body was completely exposed. You were scantily clad in nothing but your baby pink shirt and matching bra, and it seemed to not matter at all anymore. Mind you, Leon was still fully dressed. On that note, he, on the other hand, had a white dress shirt on with his sleeves rolled up, accompanied by some black pants - almost as if he had just gotten out of the office. And my God, was it a view.
He did fall into the category of ‘Daddy material’, didn’t he? And even better, he was all yours for the taking.
A spark glimmered in your eyes as the thought of you fighting back befriended you greatly. You smirked as he insisted on kneading your butt like batter, but that was about to change. At the drop of a hat, you took his two hands with all of your might and pinned him to the bed with a smirk. Leon raised an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed, uttering, “So uhm. Shitty weather we got today, no?”
“Excuse me?”
Your jaw was slightly slacked as you scoffed out of a puff of air. Your eyebrows met in the middle as you pursed your lips in tension, exerting all of your strength onto his wrists, determined to prove him wrong: that you were indeed a worthy opponent who deserved some respect.
“I mean it’s raining,” he chit-chatted, moving his head just enough to look at the window, then turning back to you as if nothing were happening. “I don’t like rain, do you?”
“I am arresting you!” you exclaimed. Tough crowd.
“Uhm,” he hummed, clearing his throat and looking at where you were supposedly “arresting him”. Seems like the arrestee was not clocking in for work today. “Can I ask for a refund?”
“Hello?” you exhaled – taken back.
“Hello.” He smiled, winking at you. “I would like to ask for a refund.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Serious? No, my name’s Leon Kennedy.”
Wow.
Defeated, you let go of his hands. You leaned back until you were sitting on his lap, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms – heavily annoyed. His jokes were worse than those of your father, you believed. Well, we’ll just ignore that you were cracking up because of him just a few minutes ago (for ego’s sake). And to make matters worse, he went the extra mile and clasped his hands as if he were dusting them off, deeply proud of his performance. You wanted to prove yourself, but this was what you got instead: he knocked you straight into your corner with one joke at a time, beating you at your own game. And oh boy, were you a sore loser.
“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “C’mere. Don’t be a sour patch.”
“I am not a sour patch!”
“Little Miss Pout then? Your old man cracked some dad jokes. So what?” he explained softly, propping himself up. “I thought you liked them?”
“Did you just call me-“ you scoffed, rolling your eyes again. Meanwhile, Leon did his absolute best to refrain from bursting into laughter. “Oh, and just so you know? We’re not having sex anymore, Mr. Crack A Joke.”
Leon was really impressed by the clapback, but he knew better than to push his luck with another joke. He looked sincere, well aware that he had fueled the fire with oily droplets of jokes, setting them ablaze. It wasn’t the reaction he’d been aiming for, not in the slightest.
“Alright,” he said, as soft as kitten fur. “I had no bad intentions, sweetheart. I want to apologize.”
As stubborn as a bull, you didn’t look his way and kept your mouth shut. Your silent treatment was unwarranted and, quite honestly, over-the-top. Leon wanted to make you laugh, he didn’t know you’d be this upset. He sat up straight now, towering over you. He knew he might get into trouble here - he was hesitant – nevertheless, he began holding you by your waist, his thumbs swiping over your skin to calm you down. Though you were mad – unjustly so – you let him.
It was unexpected, but Leon was grateful. For a split second, he was convinced that he had messed up greatly here. So, he tried consoling you: “I am sorry; I really am. I didn’t want to hurt you, I thought joking around would make this more enjoyable for both of us, but I was wrong. Your old man wasn’t thinking straight. Stupid me,” he puffed out. “I just wanted to impress you. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I wanted to show you that I still got it: that I can be fun, even though I am fifty-one. I guess my dad jokes really do suck, huh?” he chuckled, sounding defeated, as he rubbed his nape in Leon fashion. “Should’ve known that a knockout like you wouldn’t be into that.”
Now you felt bad. Oh God.
So much so, you actually felt the waterworks commence. You knew that Leon had a hard time already, heavily self-conscious about his potential divorce and wife and here you were, doing him way worse. Both of them hit a rough patch due to the heartache of not having children, and what about you? Well, in plain English: you were acting childish. You really ought to pack your bag, go sit front-row and get a lesson on how to take a freaking joke. Maybe your classmates should call you “Miss Drama Queen” next.
You instantly changed course and looked at him with sad eyes – your regret as eye-makeup, setting the base.
“Leon,” you exhaled, cupping his cheeks, close to tears. “Please don’t feel bad. I think they are very funny, I am just being stupid.”
“You sure?” he asked, boring his blue eyes into you, worsening your guilt. “I don’t want you to lie to me.”
“I am not lying,” you answered, telling him the truth. “I should be the one apologizing. I don’t think you know how amazing, kind and sweet you are. Not to mention how good-looking you are. You shouldn’t put yourself down, I wasn’t thinking straight and it made you question your worth. I don’t want that. I feel horrible.”
You hoped to the heavens that it would work. You were pouring your heart out – a rare occurrence, admittedly – but you did it for Leon because he deserved it. You continued stroking his cheek with your thumbs, wide-eyed and remorseful, attempting to make amends. You smiled and continued: “And I really love your dad jokes, Leon. Trust me, I love them.”
The corner of his mouth heightened a bit, stretching into a tender smile, as he asked softly, “Yeah? You don’t think they’re stupid?”
“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “I think they’re awesome.”
Leon’s mischievousness sparked in his baby blues, so he gave it a go again, as innocent as a dove: “So I am getting that refund?”
You giggled, nodding. “Yeah, Leon. You are getting your refund.”
“Sweet,” he chuckled, caressing your back. “Can I make it up to you now?”
“Are you kidding? I should be the one making it up to you!”
Leon could sense it: the atmosphere felt effortless again, refreshingly low-stakes like a nice breeze, clearing the air and making everything feel manageable. You two were rocking it out on the meadow again - grooving, smiling, and laughing together – a merrily ever after for you two, storybook like. He was relieved that his jokes hadn’t driven a wedge between you; you were just as glad your stubbornness hadn’t pushed him away for good. You knew you had a bit of a mean streak sometimes, and Leon was the last man deserving of it – of that, you were certain.
“So, does that mean I can get a kiss?” he asked coyly, after you two drank in compassion together. Wanting to further cocoon him in consolation, you leaned in and gave him no choice to rethink his request, kissing him right away. Leon returned the kiss with a low moan and drew you against his chest as he steeled his grip around your waist. He no longer held you with just his hands; instead, he wrapped his arms fully around you. Meanwhile, you flung yours around the back of his neck, pulling him just as close, soaking in the moment.
Making out with you, he shifted positions slowly. First, he eased back to hit the mattress again, meeting you for a series of passionate kisses. He sensed you were getting into it as your energy steadily increased, locking his lips with yours. He moaned, so did you: both of you were putting your heart and soul in it. His splayed-out hands – all ten fingers spread – clamped your back as his digits trailed down, sending a rush through your spine. You felt hot, sensing your body burning up again.
Come to think of it, Leon transcended typical ways of a man in bed, didn’t he? He was someone who was able to translate you into a language he spoke fluently, and his attention wasn’t just a grand performance for an audience or an extra. No, it was quiet, reserved just for you. His constant stream of micro-attentive efforts made you feel deeply cherished and seen.
Leon turned you slowly onto your back next, taking control. You held him close by his nape, kissing him as he settled in between your legs. He gently parted your legs, moving each leg: one to the left, one to the right – to each side of his hips. Shortly after, he drifted his hands down your thighs, grabbing onto your flesh ever so tenderly that had you whimper into his mouth. Then he went up to your waist, simultaneously rolling your shirt up.
You felt his trimmed nails dig into your skin, leaving imprints that faded away right after. He didn’t want to, but: he gave you a final kiss before diverging, planting kisses further down your jaw, then your neck – the one he attended to earlier on– and reached his wanted destination: your cleavage. He breathed hotly against your skin as he stretched the fabric over the peak of your breasts, revealing your cups that were supported tightly by your Wonderbra and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, baby. Goddamn.”
His tongue followed aside the lace, soaking your skin with his spit. You arched your back and massaged his scalp, his pretty, luscious hair becoming a disheveled mess as he tended to your breasts. He treated himself to squeezing them with his hands too, through the fabric, all the while kissing and licking the exposed, soft fat of your cleavage. You breathed out cute, little moans for Leon to relish in, and you bit your bottom lip. In deep pleasure as you got swept away beneath the man of your dreams, Leon continued catering to your breasts, indulging in biting them too. Maybe he underestimated his own bite, sinking his canines into your skin, but: he did leave his stamp. Or maybe, just maybe, he intended to do that, actually.
Whatever the case, he placed open-mouthed kisses on your breasts and then felt his rogue instincts toying with him, dangling a naughty preposition before his very own eyes. He smirked to himself, adjusting the bra to his rascal whim, feeling his adrenaline spike as he brought down the firm material to peep at a nipple. He moaned when he saw your perched up areola, aching to suck on it. Then he heard you giggle and he chuckled huskily in return.
“What, baby?” he asked, meanwhile, kept caring for your breasts with his mouth and hands. The silence broke once more as he left kisses so wet you heard the slickness of his tongue.
“Is my bra getting in the way?” you teased as you tangled with his hair.
“Maybe,” he husked, delving his upper teeth into your skin and sucking shortly thereafter. “Wanna take it off, sweetheart. Can I?”
“Yes, you can, sir.”
“Sir?” he asked. He was surprised, so much so, his eyes almost shot open. Then he cooed, “Mmm, I could get used to that one, baby. I kinda’ like it.”
“I was being sarcastic,” you snorted, likely rolling your eyes behind closed lids.
“Yeah, well. You can’t do that to me,” he laughed. He sounded amused, though the noise died the moment he prodded his tongue around again. “You’re breaking my heart.”
“You can take my bra off, though.”
“I can?” He jerked his head up, all too eager for his own good; so, you cracked up. “Don’t laugh at me. Hey!”
“Honestly, how about you take off your clothes?” you asked, a huge grin painting your face and an eyebrow cocked.
“Oh?” Leon braced his palms on the pliant bedding on either side of your face, his arms extended as he hovered over you to scan you thoroughly. As you continued to mess with his brown hair, you caught the glint in his eyes, all high and mighty, wearing a cocky smirk as he rasped, “You want Daddy to strip?”
Playful curiosity seemed to start fizzling in your stomach like carbonated bubbles as your focus sharpened into a tunnel with his hottest, latest submission, so: “Yes,” you mused, “it is the Royal pleasure to witness the jester disrobe.”
“Getting it straight from the horse’s mouth,” he scoffed, deeply entertained. “Cracking jokes just like her Daddy.”
Leon shook his head as he saw you shrug your shoulders – too nonchalant for his taste. He would rather have you admit that he had rubbed off on you, so he mused, “Seriously? No credit?”
“Did forget you wanted to strip down for me?”
Truth be told, your rebuttal matched his wit; it was almost like solving a puzzle he didn’t see coming. It seemed as though he had provided you with enough fertilizer to watch your jokey patch flourish; and he was impressed. You could almost count as his protégé.
“Did you forget your manners?” he countered like a professional. “You gotta’ be nice when you ask for something, sweetheart. Seems like your father did a poor job. Good thing you’ve got a Daddy now.”
You were startled; it was brief, but very noticeable: your mouth fell agape. Almost like a momentary bridge, no? An overpass of what you thought would happen, and what actually happened. And this? He came out of the woodwork with this one, splintering it against your forehead and sending you tumbling as though you weighed nothing at all.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Miss Spoiled Little Princess.”
So, it was a head-to-head battle of wit and self-control once again and you honestly lost track of how many cheesy one-liners Leon had thrown at you, but he took it up several notches this time. And come hell or high water, you weren’t going to raise the white flag any time soon. This time you would surely win. So you went: “Guess my bra won’t come off any time soon.”
“Guess Daddy won’t get rid of his clothes any time soon either, sweetheart.”
And now you two have opted for a tit for tat with Leon on his way to win the game, whereas you were about to lose again. Perhaps you should start to sort out your flags and select the brightest one to admit your defeat, because there was no way you were going to secure the shiny, golden trophy when Leon was able to divert your tactics for his own benefit. On that note, you ought to learn a thing or two about how to lose gracefully, and perhaps Leon could teach you as he mentioned, no?
Jumping from your high horse, you asked curiously, “So what now?”
He shrugged his shoulders, mirroring your nonchalant ways and simply stated, “You choose.”
“So, if I won’t be nice …That’s where it’s going to end?”
“Pretty much, baby,” he rasped, giving you a look – almost as if he were telling you to choose wisely this time. “I have no problem with changing my plans. Maybe we can watch a movie in your bed?”
Your eyes flickered down to his very prominent problem. “Yeah? You won’t mind having a boner the entire time?”
“Don’t worry about me,” he answered, seemingly unimpressed. “I have dealt with worse in my life. Why don’t you take a good look in the mirror, sweetheart, and stop projecting. I don’t think you could handle watching a movie with me, knowing my fat you-know-what aches to be inside of you.”
Your attempts soared high only to drop like flies in the end: you were left defeated and you had to admit to Leon he was speaking the truth. Also, mind you, you were arguing with a damn lawyer. In what world does a layperson win a row with a professional debater? Yeah, not this one.
“Fat?” you asked with a cocky smirk. “You sure, Leon?”
“I’d bet your father’s lunch money on it,” he joked, a mere reflection masked his face. “You wanna find out how big Daddy’s cock is?”
Not like you were interested, you lied to yourself. Right. Well, you couldn’t give yourself away now, could you? As if in a blur, you asked regardless, “What’s a girl gotta’ do to find that out?”
“Nothing,” he said – short and sweet. But he made it worse, following it with: “You won’t have to break a sweat, baby. I’ll strip down and then we’ll watch a movie.”
“No sex?”
He shrugged. “Like I said, only if you’re nice. I would love to make love to you, sweetheart, but we can’t have that until you learn how to be kind to your man.”
With nothing left to be said here, he scooted to the edge of the bed and once his knees almost hit the void, he propped himself up to stand tall over you. You wanted to meet him halfway, so you said quietly, “I’ll take off my clothes, too.”
“Alright. Ladies first.”
In all honesty, you were put on the spot by Leon. So, you didn’t manage to make it look sexy – like, at all. Once you sat up, you were hurried, far too fast for your taste and when you stole nervous glances at him, you found him mapping out every inch of your body. He really knew how to win a game. As soon as you were finished, you sat back onto your calves – fully naked now. You caught how Leon was biting his bottom lip, evidently turned on. And you were proven correctly once he purred, “Gorgeous.” But then he also hit you with, staring at you to print it into your conscience like a manual: “Too bad you’re an impolite young lady.”
Leon was going to show you what it meant to raise the stakes against an opponent so mighty you shouldn’t have bothered starting in the first place. His blaze of baby blues burnished you like a snare, keeping you in place; perhaps even in slight hypnotization as you weren’t capable of looking away, and not like you wanted to – so it was working? Leon was stupidly handsome and he was going to utilize his looks, morphing them into a lethal weapon to turn them against you. As you sat mere inches across from him, Leon went for the first button, and then the second one, ever so slowly. His wish to agonize you sufficed greatly as you could see his chest hair once he got to the third one. You gulped, tracing his every move.
While he led you to believe you were sitting in his shrine of pure seduction, he taunted you with: “You’re watching me?”
You nodded wet behind your ears. You never had a man take his clothes off like this, let alone a man like Leon strip down before you. Leon could quite literally feel it: how you carried a torch for him as the air around you both seemed to heat up with the thermometer raising alarm soon. As if on autopilot, you started biting your finger, swooning over him. Leon was convinced at this point that you wouldn’t even catch him smirking – and that you didn’t, that was for sure.
“Since you’re watching me,” he asked, purring, “why don’t you tell me what you can see?”
“I can -” you started, but your voice hit a snag once you saw his very well-built chest in all of its magnitude. There was no doubt about it, Leon worked out and took great care of his physique; it was in peak condition. To top that off, you saw the entire pattern of his chest hair, with more coming to greet you the further he unbuttoned his dress shirt. You were in trance. Good Lord Almighty, he was so undeniably hot.
“You’re still there, young lady?” he teased, arrogance gleaming in his eyes.
“Yes,” you breathed out with hyper-awareness to his body and time seemingly distorting as everything ticked by in slow-motion.
“Yeah? Care to tell me how many buttons came undone?”
“Six.”
And Leon was impressed. You were right. With his sonorous tone, he rewarded you with: “Good girl.”
And that was enough to floor you and force you into submissiveness with you falling face-first into the mattress – metaphorically speaking, of course. Or maybe it would come to pass later on; you hoped it would. Either way, your respiration was heavily affected – irrefutably so. Each breath was a punishment, and your room seemed to have turned into a cell that would do you in as time would progress. Leon made it extremely hard for you to think, steering everything else away until the sole focus was him – and him alone. Not like it was already the case. Anywho, by the seventh button you were capable of seeing his entire upper body, and you were in absolute awe.
To be honest, at this point, you were unsure whether you wanted to see the rest.
Well, not like you had the chance to decide what was going to happen further down the road. Leon slowly discarded his white dress shirt, exposing his muscle ridden arms, which were noticeably huge around his triceps. You wondered what he did in his spare time to get them this big. Working out – sure, alright. But they were evidently bigger compared to the rest of his arms – perhaps it was his former military training? Leon glimpsed at his black pants next with a smirk and then flickered his eyes back up to you, purring, “You want those off?”
All you could do is nod, but he wouldn’t let you live it down, so he asked, “Are you going to ask nicely?”
So, you graced him with the reply he was looking for, saying softly, “Would you mind taking your pants off for me, please?”
Leon had to chuckle at that. “No need to be so formal. But yes, sweetheart. I can do that for you.”
Leon maintained locked eye contact with you as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Once the waistband loosened, he hooked his thumbs underneath, forced to tug at the fabric where it caught against his thighs. The material then fell to his feet, bunching briefly at his knees before he stepped out and placed them neatly beside his shirt on the bed. Only his white boxer briefs remained, though they did a poor job of hiding much of anything. His cock was huge and pressed to the right side – it was a view unlike any before and Leon certainly did not lie about his length, that was for sure. You bit your bottom lip, gazing at him with need that Leon caught on, so he asked, purring, “And? You wanna’ see it?”
“Yes,” you exhaled, blurting it out and nodding frantically. “Yes, please.”
He tugged at his waistband first, catching a glimpse of it first, and for himself. He could quite literally see white beads of his precum leaking from his tip and Leon figured you would love it. Then he turned his eyes back to you and stretched the fabric until his rock-hard dick was exposed, leaving his tight boxers underneath his balls. It was as though every signal in your brain got interrupted, designed to drop every single thought of yours when you saw his cock with your chin almost dropping to the floor – no scrap that, to the mattress: Leon was big, so big - so much so, though he was massive and it perched up, it practically bobbed when it sprang free due to its heavy weight. On cue, you breathed out a stuttering moan, internally screaming for help as you blinked a couple times just to make sure all of it was real.
Heavy streams of blood pumped into his dick, so Leon let it twitch, moving it abruptly to show you how solid he was, rasping, “You see that?” Then he took his dick into his hand, pointing it to you so you could see his precum as he purred, “That’s what you do to me. That’s exactly what happens when a man falls for a stunning woman like you. You make me so goddamn hard I can make it move.”
Enchanted, you failed to register that Leon had somewhat confessed his feelings for you. As he saw it, you were so absorbed it was almost too cute. With a silent curl of his finger, he beckoned you over and, as if on leash and no secondary restraint, you crawled toward Leon with fascination written evidently all across your face. You were nothing short of mesmerized; plain and simple, as your eyes were completely dazed and wouldn’t leave his cock either. Once you were in front of him, on your knees, he cupped your face and smiled softly at you, cooing, “You like what you see?”
“Yes,” you answered cutely with eyes as wide as Bambi’s. “It’s so big.”
“Well,” he chuckled breathlessly, caressing your cheeks. “It’s all yours, baby.”
His upper body curved into bending over for you so he could lean in and kiss you. You felt his soft lips on yours once more and you returned it with a cute moan that made Leon smile. He whispered, “Let’s get comfortable, yeah? You pick the movie. I’ll join you.”
“What?” you asked, whining. Then you clung your hands around his wrists, begging, “But why? Please.” Not like you said a whole lot, but Leon knew.
“C’mon, baby,” he purred, completely ignoring your hint. “Pick a funny movie and we’ll see what happens after, okay?”
So, you were basically left to agree, “Okay.”
“That’s my girl.”
He gave you a peck on your forehead before you crawled to the side of your bed, muttering ‘stupid movie’ under your breath and looking for the remote to turn on the TV. Once you found it, you searched for a movie to pick – one that was funny for both of you. Sure, you two had undeniable chemistry, but humor was a different story. And as shown earlier, you didn’t quite have a handle on Leon’s jokes yet. You picked a classic one, perhaps Leon would like it. You glimpsed at him to see where he was since he hadn’t made a move, but of course, he was folding his clothes and then he asked, “Where can I put my clothes, baby?”
He was so cute. If you were to look down again, then maybe you’d think twice about calling him cute, but anyway, he was undeniably adorable right now. He was so gentle and neat. Not a lot of men can say that about themselves.
“On the vanity, or on the chair,” you proposed kindly.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Well, you did take another look while he went at it, and your eyes widened as it was still standing tall. You shook your head and thought, get a grip, girl. It’s just a dick. Well, it wasn’t just any dick. It was Leon’s. And Leon was the man of your dreams, or did you forget?
You lay down once you made your final choice and covered yourself with your blanket. Leon joined in once he set his clothes aside, walking over and scooting closer to you with the mattress dipping under his weight. You observed that Leon was cupping his cock as if he were hiding it – and he did a poor job as his tip and balls were left uncovered.
“Why are you trying to hide your penis?” you laughed.
“Penis?” he cackled, getting settled next you under the blanket. “Where are we? Biology class?”
“I am just saying,” you said, dragging it out and looking amused. “It doesn’t make any sense. You already showed it to me.”
As Leon got comfortable, he lay on the side, nestling his head against the palm of his hand to peer down at you. “Can’t a man be discreet sometimes? Jesus.”
“And you always do that on Saturdays, yes?”
You had him right where you wanted. Good for you. So, he mused, “You learn fast, don’t you, pretty little wild cat?”
“I guess so,” you sang, extending your arm so Leon was led to look at the screen. The title read as followed: ‘Scary Movie’. Leon shook his head and laughed warmly, saying, “Haven’t seen that one in a long time. Alright. I like it, let’s watch it.”
“Oh my God, really?” you squeaked, overly excited. “You’re not lying are you?”
“No, I am not lying,” he chuckled. “I love Brandy and Cindy.”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course you do.”
“Sweet Baby Jesus,” he sighed, running a hand over his face and breaking out in laughter shortly after. “We haven’t even started the movie and we’re already arguing again?”
“Well, it’s obviously because they’re pretty!” you countered. “Duh.”
“Baby,” he exhaled, cupping your cheek and giving you a ‘look’, pressing into your conscience that you were exaggerating again. “I like them because they’re funny. Plus, they remind me of you. So, I don’t want to hear a thing, young lady.”
“What do you mean they remind you of me?”
“I can’t win, can I?”
“I’m just joking, Daddy,” you giggled innocently, pecking him. “Let’s watch the movie.”
Leon rolled his eyes, shook his head and was glad it was all over.
There were several funny moments which made both of you laugh in unison. Leon even hid his eyes when Drew ran through the garden with the sprinklers on, getting wet, scantily clad in only her underwear as she was running away from Ghostface. He certainly knew how to stay far away from conflict and suited himself with comments, adding onto the humor of the movie such as: “Oh, that’s us”, “Baby, look. That’s your old man!”, “This is so you.”
About half-an hour later, Leon moved his hand to hold yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and sealing it with a kiss. When he did, you looked lovingly at him, and so did he. You held his hand close to your chest, and it was an indescribable feeling to have Leon lying next to you with his warmth radiating from his body and kissing your head every once in a while. All of it felt so intimate, almost couple-like and you figured: less was indeed more. You two were watching a movie – a simple standalone – and yet it was the best thing ever.
You two continued to watch the movie, and Leon kept caressing your intertwined hand with his thumb. You didn’t think much of it, until his pad brushed over your breast since you rested both of your hands there. You paid it no mind, you two were fully naked so this was kind of (?) nothing in comparison, and truth be told, a little bit of touching was a bit of a sweet bonus. You felt Leon’s breath fan against your temple, giving you a gentle kiss and then he sneaked his thumb up to your nipple nearby, lazily circling it. Your nipple was already perky, but it hardened as Leon gave it more and more attention. Unbeknownst to you, Leon truly had a hard time refraining from touching you at all, so he settled for holding your hand the entire time, but now it seemed as though his desire returned full throttle, peppering the side of your face with a sudden flurry of kisses. You, however, were heavily invested in the on-going fight scene between Cindy and Ghostface. Watching Cindy absolutely wreck him was the highlight of the movie. You giggled at the beatdown, but the real kicker was the mid-air Irish dance, and it was so absurd you couldn‘t help but cheer the sheer chaos of it all. Leon smiled against your skin and admired how cute you were, asking, “What’s so funny?”
“Look! She’s doing an Irish Dance in the air!”
Truth be told, Leon wasn’t really feeling the movie anymore, but he had to admit: it was funny. He snorted out a chuckle, “Yeah, I can see that, baby.”
Then he retreated to his prior position and catered to you, evidently turned on, however, you were a tad bit blind to it. Thus, he gently untangled his hand from you, and opted for a bigger opportunity, palming your breast and squeezing it all the while he was hiding in the crook of your neck again, planting open-mouthed kisses on your skin. You felt his stubble sort of tickling you, and as a response, you arched your back. You welcomed his approach; however, you were questioning as to why now? He wanted to watch a movie, and he got his wish.
“What are you doing, Leon?” you asked cutely, feeling his wet tongue on your neck and his hand on your breast.
“Nothing, baby. Nothing,” he rasped, most obviously lying as if it wasn’t as clear as day what he wanted. “Keep watching the movie, yeah?”
The only light in the room emitted from the TV, casting a high-contrast shadow across his forearm, further emphasizing every vein and muscle and truth be told you almost lost it right here and there. And you shouldn’t be turned on - like not at all - you were well aware of how extremely problematic it all was, but: the ring was a nice touch and that a married man like Leon sought attention, love and affection from you was almost too much to resist. At least, you couldn’t and weren’t, since he was next to you, licking and kissing you, all the more obsessing over you as you were spiraling into all of it.
You wanted to return the favor by touching his back and smoothing your nails over his skin. It sent a tingle down his spine as he was fixated on giving you several hot, tongued kisses on your neck, purring, “God, I love it when you do that.”
Losing focus on the movie playing in the background, you homed in on Leon instead as you slid your hand to the back of his head, playing with his thick hair. Though Leon handled you softly, his years that wore on caused his solid grip to harden a bit, thus his touch ended with unintentional roughness - which, to be honest, you didn‘t mind at all. Leon then descended all the more to your chest, keeping his busy hand company to slope his tongue over your breast. Since you were lying on your back, and Leon rested side-ways, he had to hunch over a bit more to get a better range.
You kept moaning as he attended to you gently, sucking on your breasts, each one, given an equal amount of Leon’s kisses and bites. As you threaded your fingers through his gorgeous locks, you moaned, “Oh Leon.”
“You okay, baby?” he asked as his wet kisses sparked in the air. “You comfortable?”
You had to smile at that. Leon always made sure that you were alight, and you were beyond grateful for it.
“Yes,” you giggled, feeling your heart beat faster. “I am comfortable. Are you?”
“Why are you laughing?” Ironically enough, he was laughing himself. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, baby. I just think you’re so sweet, that’s all,” you explained gently, running your fingers through his hair as Leon kept kissing your chest.
Leon felt his heart skip a beat the moment he heard you call him by that very name for the very first time. Instantly, the feelings he had for you multiplied en masse, because it was a common way of speaking to your romantic partner, and mind you, you two weren’t even in an official relationship – let alone anything remotely serious – so he cherished it and held it close to his heart that had your name written all over it. You truly made him feel like he could love like a teenager again, he felt so safe with you. It was almost as if you had catalyzed him into redoubling his efforts, so he began massaging your breasts all the more with his kisses becoming sloppier by the second.
Leon then traded his side position for the one on top of you. Like your blanket draped across from you, it was Leon who was covering you now. He squished your breasts together, and ran his wet muscle over both, side to side, while a squelching resounded in your ears. You heard him moan lowly against your skin, and you tipped your head to watch him: his eyes were fully shut, and his mouth didn’t stop sloshing over your nipples. You were so sensitive to his tongue it charged a tingly sensation in your clit which made you whimper his name.
“Perfect tits, baby,” he rasped huskily, releasing one of your nipples with a loud pop! “Pretty, gorgeous girl. God, I’m a lucky bastard.”
As a response, you moaned hotly and your spine curved as it balanced itself out with your chest pressing further into Leon – if that were even possible? His hair was a complete mess now, and Leon surely wouldn’t mind as he made an equal wet mess on your breasts, on the verge to go an extra mile as he teasingly nipped at the nub of your areola that had you moan his name breathlessly. He chuckled darkly, noticing that you were enjoying it, so he purred, “You like it when Daddy uses his teeth?”
You giggled shyly with your cheeks rosing in red, claiming, “Yes, I do. It feels really good.”
He hummed in satisfaction with his grasp being so tight now that your supple tissue fit in between his fingers and would definitely leave a print by the end of this. You had never been touched like this before, so of course, it made you whimper uncontrollably. Leon was still cupping you, but then he lowered his kisses, following a new trail down your navel as he grew a bit impatient. As he was sinking you felt a new mess pooling in between your thighs, realizing he probably wanted to go down on you next. Not like he needed to, you had likely soaked the sheets already. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but Leon did have that impact on you. To top it all off, Leon was an influential powerhouse in the legal sector, and yet here he was, ever so careful with you that it truly made you feel special and honestly, it felt surreal as well.
He bit into you right next to your navel and then dipped his tongue in, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on it. Then his hands split from your breasts and traced the sides of your figure with his palms, and when he reached your hips, he gripped the sheets back over his shoulders, about to hide away.
“Leon,” you whimpered his name, gazing at him lovingly. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” he mused, in between smooches, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Leon,” you warned softly, wanting him to spit it out. So of course he hit you with: “You never heard of a man wanting to eat in peace?” Shortly after, you heard him chuckle, evidently satisfied, which made you roll your eyes. Oh Leon.
A beat of silence with no quagmire, then:
“So, any last words before Daddy’s going to town?” he joked with a huge smirk shining on his face. It seemed as though he was more excited about it than you were. And to make it the merrier, his hair was a full-fledged jumble, standing tall in need to be tamed. What did he want to be called earlier on? A lion? Yeah, Leon’s mane definitely lived up to that animal. No joke. Thus:
“I guess not,” you replied, giggling and smiling shyly.
“Hold my hand, yeah?” he proposed gently, a slight contrast to his jokester ways – well, perhaps not. “So you can make sure I won’t get lost.”
Despite it all, you dovetailed your hand with his offering one and aligned your fingers with his once again. Leon gave you one last visible kiss on your lower stomach, then pulled the blanket over him so he was fully covered. All you were left with was the movie that was probably about to end soon – not that you cared in the slightest. When you sensed his lips on you, you came to notice of how unmistakably smart Leon was, since he removed himself from you – when it came to meet the eye – you felt it him way more. Since you couldn’t see anything, you decided to close your eyes again, holding his hand tight as he was kissing you along the pubic bone. Your thoughts would go on a rampage right now if not for Leon who kept his anchor of a hand on you. You didn’t know whether he would like it, it seemed as though he would, but you didn’t know for sure.
Before any other thought could destroy this moment, you felt it: his wet tongue taking one long stripe along your pussy which made you inhale deeply and exhale a jagged whimper. While one hand held yours, the other of his was close next to his mouth that latched onto you. You automatically spread your legs a bit more to give him more space to work with; you couldn’t see it, but you could somewhat feel him smirk against your folds as he flicked his tongue up and down on your clit.
Leon traced his tongue, fully flattened, along your folds again and then started rowing his head to exert more strength. Feeling how he was brushing his thumb over your hand, you couldn’t stop moaning because it felt so, so good as he wrapped you in his affinity and affection, prioritizing you and making you feel looked after. As you were partially unaware, Leon was smirking to himself the entire time while taking great care of you, basking in how you responded to him.
Regrettably, it was a bed of his own making: he couldn’t see you since it was completely dark underneath the covers. Though he skimmed over her, your pussy, earlier, he would have loved to admire her as she was right in front of him. But something did greatly make up for his lack of view and that was your taste. Leon could quite literally feel your wetness coat his entire tongue while he kept swishing his tongue up and down your slit. Then he started sucking on your bundle of nerves and as a response, he sensed your thighs twitching, which made him all the more eager to please you.
Leon could hear you despite the duvet; therefore he kept slopping his tongue over your clit, perking her up and started swirling his mouth openly and sloppily. Meanwhile, the grip on his hand tightened and Leon wanted to be there for you, so he squeezed it reassuringly. You wanted to see him, though you wavered a bit while dragging out a hot moan when you felt him envelop your clit tightly with his lips again, making you arch your back. Unhesitatingly grabbing the edge of the blanket, you pulled it up and let it fall past the back of his head; only that you started having second thoughts once you saw Leon between your legs.
Your eyes met and then you saw him in all of his glory: hair all tussled whereas his lips and chin glistened in wetness. Leon smirked and rasped, “What’s the matter, baby? Something’s wrong?”
“I-I can’t,” you stuttered, whining and breathing raggedly, though you were consistent. “I need to see you, please.”
Seemingly uninterested in your plea, he swiped his tongue over your clit, sure of himself and controlled, all the while looking at you, then enclosed his mouth on you and released your folds with a loud smack! Since he was rather adhering to his own ideas, you asked again, gently, “Please, Daddy?”
“You see me, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked smoothly, sloshing his tongue and swaying his head sideways, keeping steady eye-contact. He held you tight in his hand as he ended it with a soft peck on your clit. “So why do you ask? I mean, Daddy’s not a fan of hide-and-seek, so if that’s what you want, sure.”
You nodded, smiling gratefully. You had to hold back a bit as Leon’s mane seemed to have worsened - not that you cared, because he was as cute as a button, though, it did almost make you giggle again. Leon remained unaware, but he was glad you were enjoying yourself as he kept attending to your pleasure with his mouth. You could feel him drawing in your clit into his warm mouth again which left you whimpering in return, but once he was done, he commanded softly, “Make sure you see me, yeah?”
“Yeah“, you breathed out, adjusting your pillow a bit so you could watch him further. He smiled and purred, “That’s my girl.” Which ultimately made you reciprocate his twinkling and bite your lip. Then he used his free hand to spread your pussy with two fingers on each side next to your clit to expose her from her hood. Before diving in, he asked softly, “Are you my girl, baby?”
Nodding in agreement to his question, you saw him looking at you with softened, light eyes and leaning in all the while keeping his fix on you, pecking your clit softly, all the more asking you, “Yeah? You’re Daddy’s girl?”
You could feel your love for him blossom into a beautiful rose inside your heart, your heartbeat flowering into an animated sequency of fondness and deep endearment as you watched him being this gentle with you. You sucked in your bottom lip, momentarily at a loss for words. Melting away under him, you were able to nod again, but you figured he was awaiting an answer while he was kissing your pussy, so you admitted: “Yes, I’m your girl, Daddy.”
Instantly, Leon’s emotions radiated like the sun, casting an abundance of rays as he felt extremely validated, and your words only accelerated his belonging right here with you, so he exhaled with a simper, “Oh, baby.” Shortly after, he dragged his wet muscle along your folds and pursed his lip around your clit with a tender peck, smiling appreciatively. “That makes me so, so happy.”
His kindness trickled down, laying a rich safety blanket that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside – with your cheeks burning. You shared a moment with him what was undeniably unforgettable and tied a bond that was irreversible from this moment forward. Holding his hand and gazing at Leon, you saw him flicking his tongue up and down while he was watching you in return, examining every facial expression to ensure you felt your best. You shared your vulnerable side with him, so did he. So, although it got significantly harder to maintain eye contact, your consistent moans served as a sign to Leon that he was doing a wonderful job.
With his cheeks hollowing, Leon slurped your clit and gently rocked his head side to side. As your hips rolled against him, Leon was burying his face into your pussy while moaning againstyour clit, leaving you to feel the vibrations that intensified as he aimed to puddle a patter in between your thighs with the tip of his nose squishing against your pubic bone.
A thick, invisible weight started to settle inside your chest as you felt it tightening. Leon’s sole focus on your clit and intensive stare, not to mention his affectionate mainstay of a hand, cut your breath into a metronomic pace of rapidness, progressively shallowing while he was gazing at you with his beautiful eyes that kept you put.
“Oh God,” you moaned with your eyelids growing shiftless, all the while you were moving your hips and holding Leon’s big hand that was holding you tight. “I-I can’t keep – mmm – watching you.“
Leon didn’t stop, he continued licking you intensely with your clit completely exposed. Tiling his head just slightly, his hair trickled against the inside of your thigh and showcased his gleaming palate that kept slopping over you. Trying to reel you back in, he briefly clutched your hand and as he watched you nod in return, moaning aloud, his lips curved into a faint smile: a wordless attestation of how proud he was of you. However, he did notice that it became increasingly challenging for you to keep your eyes on him as your eyelids shuddered whenever he sucked on your clit. With one last open-mouthed kiss on your swollen clit, though didn’t he didn’t budge, he moved his hand to your face instead, framing you to support you.
“Hey, look at me,” he submitted gently. Seeing how out of the loop you were, he stroked your cheek. “I am right here for you, yeah?”
“It’s so hard, Leon,” you whined, pleading with your eyes that hadn’t shut altogether yet. “You make it so hard for me.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he answered, hearing you thoroughly and respecting your wishes. As he trailed his thumb across your cheekbone, he deliberately drew your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss, and continued: “You’re doing so well for me. You think you can watch Daddy kissing you a little longer?”
His gesture with an intention so pure, made it somehow all the harder on you to follow his lead. Despite it all, you were willing to try for him, so you breathed out, “Yeah, okay.” And as a sign of approval you placed your hand atop his against your cheek, which swathed him in your devotion with the end result being: Leon casting a look of pure, radiant affection for you. He lowered his head once more, demonstrating his radiant reverence – audible over the sound of the movie playing in the background.
You certainly fought the good fight, giving it your all, but as mentioned, Leon made it nearly impossible for you to stay the course. Everything combined left you in fervent shambles, though, it was particularly his piercing eyes that affected your respiration so heavily - they clung to you like nails, so your wish to satisfy him thrummed in your head. However, as you’d gotten to know him, Leon wouldn’t cut you loose any time soon, so you had to be clever. A light sparked inside your mind: that his hand was on your cheek.
You dared to close in on his hand with the make-believe that you were only going to hold it, nuzzling him. Leon appeared to be clueless as he was smiling and licking you. The second Leon sucked on your clit again, you promptly took off and let his thumb disappear, leaving Leon’s eyes sparkling with excitement and desire. Hearing his amusement, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stayed right where you were, bound by the singular need to please him. It caught his attention – so much so, he stopped altogether. You were successful.
“Look at that,” he dragged out huskily, well invested in your performance. “My pretty little wild cat wants to please Daddy.”
Dragging his thumb out with a pop! you whined, admitting: “It’s for you, but also for me.”
“Yeah?” he rasped, oblivious that he was still holding your hand, even as his fingers began to twitch and claw at the sight before him. “We’re cut from the same cloth then, baby.”
“What you mean?” you asked shyly, having a clue, though kittenishly continued to lick at his digit.
Chuckling and shaking his head, he seemed, above all, deeply beguiled. He had to hand it to you: your “playing pretend” game was top-tier. He could learn a thing or two from you. “We’re both pleasers, and we both get off on it. Simple. Seems like we have way more in common than I thought.”
With half-lidded, shimmering eyes layered in seduction, you rocked Leon into ecstasy as he was clearly enjoying the show - that much was certain. You could see his masseters flexing as he clenched his jaw, betraying his composure.
“Let me see that tongue, sweetheart,” he commanded lowly with his lust overriding him. “Stick it out for me.”
So you did. As soon as your tongue left his thumb, you showcased it, opening your mouth wide enough – only that it wasn’t enough for Leon, so he further pushed the envelope, rasping, “No, wider. Show me that you want it.”
Going against the grain really was a stupid idea, wasn’t it. Every time you tried to show you were of good sport, competing with him, he came out of the hook and placed his hand on your shoulder with a smirk, reminding you exactly who was in charge here. In Leon’s effortless fashion: he shrunk you into a mere ‘beginner’ as you cowered under his palm – well, seemed as though his thumb was more than enough to weaken you. When you hesitated, this time though, he didn’t back down, forcing you to deal with your choice and make peace with it.
“C’mon, be a big girl and show it to me,” he reminded you. Leon truly was a compelling figure inside the boardrooms and now you seemed to have gotten a bit of a taste of what it was like when he became demanding. You inhaled and grimaced a bit in Leon’s limelight, but then you counted down: One, two and –
You opened your mouth as wide as possible, sticking your tongue out in a way that was still pretty. On cue, Leon smirked and nodded slowly, cooing, “That’s what I am talking about. My pretty little wild cat, she listens oh so well.”
Touching your tongue with his thumb again, Leon put light pressure on your palate to examine your wet, pink muscle. He brushed his digit side to side to play with you a bit. Watching him, you monitored his hunger as he scanned your tongue as though it were the sweetest reward you had treated him to. Then he languidly slid his thumb into your mouth again and you took it as a hint to shut your mouth once more. As your slick, warm mouth wrapped around his digit, he smiled and didn’t bother eating you out – well, not yet, at least. What a sight, he thought to himself, delighted in you. You stepped into your own as time ticked by, encircling his wrist with your hand to root yourself and further sucking on his thumb as if it were his huge cock instead.
Moaning around him and buckling down, Leon shook his head and chuckled huskily, well underway to reach the end of his rope, croaking, “Goddammit, sweetheart. You really know how to put on a good show, huh.” As he yearned to see more of it, he commanded, “Open your mouth again.”
His wish was your command; you did as you were told. Once agape, Leon substituted his thick thumb for his index- and middle finger, asking you, “Daddy wants you to get them real wet, baby. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, staying quiet as you were unsure whether you were allowed to speak. It seemed to suffice since no further bids followed. Closing your mouth again, you began to bob your head, soaking them in your spit. Leon was a patient man, thus wanted to drag this out as much as possible. Admiring you, Leon felt his desire surge through his veins. He dropped his head and began to tease his tongue around your pussy. Hardly a moment later, his tongue found your clit, tasting you.
While you were coating his fingers and were watching him, Leon was nothing short of a mirror. You kept your pace steady, pushing through Leon’s intended fight against you. Skimming his tongue over your bundle of nerves, his wet muscle was glazed like a second skin – Leon was too deeply ingrained in watching you falter, aching to see you conceding.
To say it was difficult to endure would be an understatement, yet Leon stood uncompromised: with his hold on your hand, with his tongue on your clit, with his eyes on you. You whimpered around his fingers when he slurped your pussy, simultaneously sloshing a mess in between your thighs. Leon laughed darkly when he could sense you growing weaker and slowing down greatly – your eyes just about to close altogether.
“Daddy’s giving you a hard time, huh?” he whispered against your lips. “C’mon little wild cat, show me what you got. Where’s your fire?”
With one final surge of heat rushing up your neck, just as you were about to move your head, you got meanly interrupted: staring at you, Leon pursed his lips and let beads of his spit string down to your pussy, smearing his salvia around your clit with the tip of his tongue, smooching you gently afterwards. You couldn’t help but whine, rolling your hips, though into void once Leon decided to withdraw himself, smirking, cockier than ever, now that you were evidently breaking apart.
“Oh my, oh my. Are we getting tired, baby?”
You had enough. You released your mouth and squeaked, “You are doing this on purpose!”
“Oh really?” he chuckled, noticing how shiny his fingers were. “Here I thought I could tame my cute little cat and now she’s back to scratching Daddy’s eyes out. Ouch, how rude.”
Leon’s ways of wearing you down measured up greatly as there was no counterargument in sight. Intuitively, you could sense his peremptory desires troop in and seize ground, bringing you to a sapped standstill. Perusing the tell-tale twitch at the corner of his mouth, you sensed a shift ahead. So, he kissed your hand he’d been holding all along, and released it, swapping his grip so that his dry palm cradled your cheek now while his coated fingers traveled downward with intent. As soon as he arrived, he let his two digits slick along your folds, ever so teasingly, while his eyes were riveted on your face.
Meanwhile, the other one smoothed into place behind you, clasping the back of your hand and securing you so there no way to turn. Fastened, you whimpered as you were able to tell what he had planned next, so you begged, “Please.”
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked cooingly, skimming along your wet pussy and ignoring your plea. “Gonna’ show you all the ways Daddy wants to love you.”
You could feel it: the urge to cry bubbling behind your ribcage and seeping up to your nose. All of it was way too much, it hit you like a freight train. If you were to open a dictionary, you could not find a fitting word for it – perhaps it was assertive? Leon was so loving and gentle yet fiercely driven. He did it for you, but it overpowered you in such way you were tied into constriction with a cinching heat looming in your lower stomach.
“Please-“ you whimpered with a quivering bottom lip. “Let me touch you, too. Please, Leon.”
“Shhh, sweetheart. I know,” he cooed, smiling tenderly at you, but was still set on his position. “It’s okay, but I want it to be all about you right now, yeah?”
“Leon-“
“Baby, I just wanna’ make you feel good,” he explained gently, letting his fingers rest on your clit to rub her gently. “’S this okay?”
You whined as a retort; though you didn't say it explicitly, you let him know just enough. Leon knew; he knew you were done in, but he meant every word. He meant it when he said he wanted to make you feel good, which he did – after all, he believed you deserved it, that and way more. So, as he circled his fingers, touching your bundle of nerves ever so tenderly, you couldn’t stop whimpering or mewling in response - it was overwhelming.
With Leon dipping his head, you were luckily set free from his blazing gaze of his baby blues as he opted to kiss you along the pubic bone, all the while still heavily focused on your clit. Every sensation billowed through you as your nub of nerves was fully swollen, therefore you were twitching – growing all the more restless as Leon continued to love on you. As you began to quiver, Leon sought to help you out and paused his fingers for a bit, only bestowing you above your core now. You were finally able to take a couple of deep breaths – at ease as your body shed its lingering tension. As Leon tended to you, you figured - since he wasn’t looking at you either - you were given permission to close your eyes; so, you did.
With an unspoken debt of kindness, you placed your hand on his head in a long-awaited comeback and began to play with his luscious, brown locks again, eliciting a soft moan from Leon; then he whispered, “Keep doin’ that, baby. I love it so much.” Then you cupped his hand that was covering your cheek, trying to reciprocate his care and to provide just as much devotion he was showing to you.
Just as you thought you were safe, Leon traveled down and leveled his fingers at your entrance, cautiously dipping them in as you heard him whisper, “So wet for me.” Unbeknownst to Leon, you were no longer watching him; more accurately, you were no longer able to. That, however, appeared as though it was about to change.
On cue, he started kissing your clit again, moaning against you with the soft suction of his mouth resounding in your ears. He was honoring your body as if it were a sacred relic, therefore he was moving weightlessly, and yet, you could feel every wisp of his lips as your mind began to zone out fully. You whimpered aloud as you felt his thick fingers beginning to move in and out, though very slowly as Leon preferred a deliberate, rhythmic pace, being deeply in tune with your mind, body and soul; furthermore, to let you adjust.
While you were playfully tugging at his hair and getting carried away, Leon noticed you weren’t looking at him anymore: your eyelids coaxed themselves shut, so he prompted gently, “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, sweetheart. C’mon, look at Daddy.”
Running on fumes, you scrunched your eyelids before granting his wish, the yearning to please him unmistakable as it was highlighted across the watery mooning of your eyes now. Leon’s eyes shimmered admiringly, as if he were smiling at you with his gaze alone. Fingering you steadily, Leon sharpened his mouth on your clit; however, you felt depleted; your limbs felt like they’d been replaced with a cast in concrete – the weight was heavy, especially in your chest, and every second of watching him required a conscious command from your brain.
“There you go,” he whispered between his wet kisses, punctuating every word as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re so sweet to me, baby.”
The slight shaking in your body came from pushing past your point of fatigue and holding yourself back, the pressure behind your eyes felt like that of cotton-wool in your skull, making it impossible for you to focus. As he kept tucking you in his love and affection with the squelching and moaning from his never-ending lips and fingers, you pleaded with him, at the verge of tears, “Please, Leon. I can’t do it anymore.”
“I know it’s intense, sweetheart, don’t cry,” he whispered in such way your brain felt like mush. “You wanna’ cum, baby? ‘S that what you want?”
With a deep, involuntary sigh escaping from your mouth, the tension in your jaw and neck - which you hadn’t even realized was there - suddenly dissolved, as you came to realize he was going release you from your burden.
You nodded frantically in return, sniffling, “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“That’s my baby,“ he cooed as you were just a second away, “I got you. Just cum whenever you are ready, yeah?” he proposed gently. And with that a heavy hitting sensation washed over your body, a warm glow over skin followed as your blood flow returned to the extremities. You dragged out a long, sweet moan for Leon as he swayed you into a sleepy, cloud-like state that engulfed you. Your legs spasmed and almost clamped together as Leon didn’t stop slopping his tongue over you clit, gliding his fingers in a steady, tranquilizing rhythm.
Panting, you grabbed onto his extended arm with both hands – the one he was using to hold your head - to ground yourself. You were struck in a haze as your climax slowly washed away and you continued to gyrate your hips in tandem with Leon’s mouth and fingers that were riding out your wave of endorphins streaming through you.
“Look at you,” he purred, pecking your clit. Shortly after, he gave you one last kiss, though his fingers remained, lazily pumping in and out of you as he watched you unravel. “Oh so pretty when you cum for me, baby.”
Leon went above and beyond for you, he could feel his heart skip a beat when he saw the aftermath of his love on you. Caught in a blurry ambivalence of daze and lucidity, your chest heaved up and down as if you were gasping for air, and your eyes were blown wide, glazed with desire. Leon believed you looked like an angel from heaven; you embodied eternity in all of its beauty – shiny and pristine, something that was evidently out of reach and yet here you were, fading beneath him, which made it hard for Leon to stop smiling at you fondly.
“You did such a good job, baby. Oh my,” he cooed, even now stretching your velvety walls. “That was a bit much for my pretty little wild cat, wasn’t it?”
Surrounded by the comforting pull of his tender words, you felt yourself match his twinkling, gazing at him lovingly as you admitted quietly, “Yeah, a bit.” Letting your nails graze his arm that held you, you savored the silence with Leon. So much remained unsaid between the two of you, yet everything was expressed in your shared gaze. The armor of his ways served as a temporary sanctuary where both of you were sheltered, reminding you both that you were worthy of care and love. You two simply allowed this ‘to be’ where each other’s desires were known, the walls of affection didn’t thin or crack. As a piece of proof, you admitted shyly to him: “I don’t think it’s ever been this intense.”
And it wasn’t much of a surprise here that he stood grounded, recognizing that his efforts were validated, though he was secure in what he did know, stating softly, “Yeah, feels good when nothing’s being rushed, right?”
When you nodded, Leon shot you another smile and slowly slid his fingers out of you that were completely soaked. Deeply committed to you, he opened his mouth to suck on his fingers that made you moan, “Oh my God, Leon.”
He hummed around his digits as if basking in satisfaction and released them, purring, “You have any idea how sweet you taste, baby?” You shook your head ‘no’, which made Leon chuckle at how cute you were. “Guess there’s only one way to find out, hm?”
With that, he released his hand from your head, then held you by your hips, touching base with his tongue on your body. He ascended with one long stripe gliding across your entire upper body, striving for the crevice amid the swell of your breasts. Automatically, you arched your spine and moaned, and when he went further, you rested both of your hands around his nape. Shortly thereafter, you felt his ambitious tongue along your windpipe, then your chin and eventually, Leon licked over your mouth and sealed it with a final wet touch of his lips on yours, giving you a deep kiss that shifted into multiple sloppy, passionate ones in mere seconds, leaving you to taste yourself on his tongue.
He moved his hands from your hips to your face, cupping your cheeks to hold you in his embrace. Meanwhile, you were returning his feverish kisses and drawing your nails from the back of his neck down to his shoulders, digging your ‘claws’ into his skin a bit, eliciting a moan from Leon. Then he trailed down, from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, to your jaw and, once more, found himself nuzzling your neck, swirling several hot kisses on your skin, grunting, “God, yes. Mark me up.”
Leon’s palms covered your breasts in his clasp, kneading them. “C’mon pretty little wild cat, give your Daddy a few scratches, why won’t you.” There was slight hesitation on your end, but you did as you were told nonetheless. Your nails inked deeper into his skin, scraping across his upper back. Leon groaned with a lingering whirl of hot, wet kisses on your skin - a vestige of Leon’s sculpting mouth on you, loving you exactly as he intended.
“There you go, baby,” he rasped huskily. “Make me yours.”
Leon’s body on yours widened your blood vessels, carrying your heat to your skin and fusing you two together. As the air grew thicker, you could also feel your desire rise, breathing out, “Please let me touch you.”
“Baby,” he moaned – flush against your skin. “Another time, yeah?”
Leon’s raspy voice ratcheted up the tension, the energy sparked with a promise of what was to come. It felt as though Leon grew as an extension of your body – weaving together – the second Leon started rolling his hips, teasing his cock up and down your wet pussy that hollowed you out, stealing the very air from your lungs. His big, manly hands maintained their focus on your breasts - his mouth on your neck likewise - like a beam leaving you in sharp detail while the rest of your bedroom faded into a blur.
“Need you,” he whimpered against you, sliding his length up and down your folds. “God, Daddy needs to be inside of you, baby.”
Bringing your cup to a waterfall, you steadied yourself despite his warm, loving words as it took everything in your power not to succumb right now, feeling his heavy cock brushing against you. Every beat echoed in your temples but nonetheless you withstood the heavy breaker – barely - whining, “Leon, I want to make you feel good you, too. Please let me.”
The tainted image of him with hazed-out eyes and swollen lips carved itself in front of you as he stopped kissing you, adjusting his head to meet you at eye-level. However, his hands didn’t waver. “What do you mean, baby? You don’t want this?” At ‘this’, he slicked his dick through your slit, almost catching you exposed and leaving you stammering something incoherent, instead, your words escaped in a hurried mewl, “Wanna touch your cock. Please, Leon.”
He nodded slowly. “Alright,” he exhaled raggedly, giving you a kiss. Then, he whispered against your lips, “If that’s what my sweet angel wants then she’ll get it.”
His body with its broad shoulders and sculpted enamoring frame came to settle beside you just as it had before. He held out a hand to you, palm open, and you took it before you could think twice. He kissed your interlaced hands, smiling at you fondly, ensuring you were still okay; and his position, without a command or pressure, coaxed you into lying sideways.
“C’mere, baby,” he whispered, aching to bridge the last remains of distance keeping you from him. “Come to Daddy.”
Scooting closer, you were a breath away from him now and placed one leg over his propped hip. Filling the space beside him this way overwhelmed Leon to such profound sense of protectiveness that his blue eyes gazed at you intensely, as though telling you that you were safe and sound under his care. Glowing, he kept holding your hand, cooing, “You alright, baby?”
His heart synced with yours as you nodded, quietly answering, “Yeah, I am.” Gaining approval, Leon cleared the way for you by releasing your hand, you could move freely now. As your eyes drifted down to his cock, your thoughts began to race ahead of you, tripping over themselves as you were just about to reach out. Your stomach knotted into tight twists, all of a sudden your hand grew clammy as though you were unable to think clearly. Meanwhile, Leon watched you, so he gently offered, “Here, let me help, sweetheart.”
Leon cradled your hand in his, working with you to prevent you from scattering in any other direction. Leon guided you and as a result: you were finally able to hold his cock in your hands. Your breath hitched and a nervous flutter trapped in your chest as soon as you felt its weight, soft skin and warmth branding itself into your palm. As your fingers curled into a tight grip, you slowly began to move your hand up and down, gaining a soft moan from Leon. Your pulse pounded as nerves took hold of you, but your crowded mind fell silent the moment Leon brushed his lips against yours. “Yeah, that’s good, baby,” he whispered. “Keep going.”
Passing through the quiet internal bridge, you were able to collect matching pieces of confidence to put together, pumping him gingerly and controlled; all the while, Leon kept his gaze on you. Only a thin layer of air hung between the two of you, as you could feel his hot breath fanning against your face and his hand moving to your back, caressing you and holding you close. The modest coverlet earlier tonight was swapped out for the blazing passion that wrapped around you both with an inescapable weight you two had no desire to get rid off – thus, the temperature seeped into your bones, flaming at the base, when you could feel Leon’s eyes scorching you as he was completely enraptured and wouldn’t dare look any other way. Leon’s moans and sweet responses draped over you, quickening your efforts, which left Leon to get carried away under your hand.
Leon then leaned in closer, softly scrubbing his stubble against your cheek as he sought solace – longing, if it were possible, to merge your bodies together into one. And while you tended to his needs with burgeoning ambition, you fastened your hand around him, pouring into Leon.
“Let me touch you, too,” he proposed huskily, moaning when you focused on his tip. “C’mon, let Daddy play, baby.”
“You already did,” you whined, twisting your hands in rotation around Leon’s thick cock. “Just let me-“
“You told me to put myself first, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, purring and chuckling lowly. Leaning back, he bore his blue eyes into you, and you got your memory jogged that he was indeed correct. However, frustration escaped your lips in a slight sigh that Leon wouldn’t let you live it down, which he, of course, found adorable. He was very well aware that you wanted to put him first, and he appreciated that a lot, though continued, joking light-heartedly: “So young lady, you’re gonna’ let your old man have what he wants?”
Rolling your eyes amused, you could hear him laugh fondly. Brushing his hand over your lower back, he purred while you were still stroking his cock, “Oh baby, you’re acting like I’m punishing you.”
“It’s not that,” you whined, feeling how his hand slid down to grab onto the fat of your ass. “I just want it to be about you now.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he chuckled lowly with a handful of your plump flesh. “But I aim to please, so you better get used to it.”
“Fine,” you answered, losing spirit. However, your discernable disappointment changed once Leon’s hand sneaked its way in between your thighs again. With a slight squeak on your end, you felt how sensitive you still were; therefore, your leg that draped over Leon’s hip twitched a bit. His maneuvers scaled up to the height of your thirst as the sensation began to accumulate in your lower abdomen, eliciting a sweet moan from you. You bit your bottom lip as you kept your gaze fixed on his cock you hugged in a steady metronome through your grip. Meanwhile, Leon’s eyes were stuck on you, examining your face, half-lidded, as he took in how soaked you still were. He tipped, wanting to kiss you, but whispered, “Feels good, baby?”
Leon went slow with his forefinger and middle finger, rubbing your bundle of nerves gently, knowing you were probably still affected and all the more responsive since your clit was still swollen. However, he received confirmation once you nodded. You braved a look into those vivid blue eyes, only to find they were already anchored on you. When your gazes finally locked, Leon offered you a gentle curl of his mouth.
Thin-skinned to his careful handling, you precisely sensed the pads of Leon’s fingers circling your clit; navigating Leon’s input, you strove to please him regardless of how much you struggled to keep a consistent pace around his big cock. With your persistent efforts, Leon moaned against your lips in sync to your hand tightening once more, especially around his tip. The slick of your pussy resounded in his ears once Leon dared to caress your folds as the very edges of his fingers came to rest at your entrance, however, didn’t dip into your velvety walls.
Leon couldn’t hold back anymore on his urge to kiss you, so he leaned in completely. As his lips locked yours, you whimpered in response which lit up Leon’s mouth; and with each kiss, you could feel yourself becoming wetter. You both moaned in tandem to each other’s smooth, slow movements. As Leon returned to your clit with his hand - flattened-out now - you kept your clutch around his tip, pumping him faster which won you a soft groan from him. With a rotating motion, his palm drenched in your wetness, and a squelching began to disrupt the silence upon him petting your pussy with his hand.
Shortly after, Leon pulled back just a bit. You watched his eyes settling amid your thighs; it was obvious he ached to see more of you, hence why he whispered, “Let me see your pretty little kitty cat, baby.”
You sensed a sudden, prickly heat climbing to your neck the moment he said it, and you immediately wished to cease being seen, hence why you hid your face in the crook of his neck and closed off your legs, involuntarily snatching Leon’s hand in between your legs; the embarrassment felt total – almost as if you were pinned under a spotlight with no way to flee from the shame. As your mind distorted your perception, you stopped moving altogether and Leon cooed, “Hey baby, what’s wrong?”
You couldn’t respond right away. When Leon asked you again, you countered quietly, “Why did you call her that?”
Leon’s eyebrows knitted in the middle, computing your question. However, as soon as he got the hint, he huffed out a short chuckle, then chose his next words carefully: “Oh, you mean kitty cat?”
“Yes,” you answered, short and snappy.
“Is that what got you all flustered, angel?” he chuckled warmly, aching to see you. With his hand trapped by the tangle of your legs, he suggested the following instead: “Hey, look at me. Don’t get shy on me.”
In all fairness, you couldn’t even spare a glance in his direction. Never mind that you were practically an annex of him, so close you could feel his breath on your neck. You had to pull yourself together, since Leon surely hadn’t meant for his clichéd phrased compliment to shrink you down like this, leaving you feeling small and crumbling under his words. So, as you brought yourself to look at him, Leon’s tender gaze was so disarming that your defenses vanished instantly - luckily.
“You never had a man talk to you like this before, hm?” he asked, whispering and reading you thoroughly. As your guarding walls fell, you loosened your grip around his hand: an opening Leon took to touch you between your legs again. The insides of your mouth dried up, and you swallowed down – hard, feeling how Leon toyed with your clit, rubbing her gently as she peeked up between your puffy lips. “You know, it only makes perfect sense to me. You’re my pretty little wild cat, so why wouldn’t I call her that?”
Suddenly, you released your hand from his cock to cup his cheek instead, pulling him in for a kiss. Leon was so taken aback that he momentarily – even if just for a second – stopped circling his fingers. Moaning against your lips, Leon bypassed your clit, slipping down to your entrance and easing his middle finger in. His soft lips met yours over and over again, gaining momentum as you felt Leon’s thick, long finger glide in and out of your pussy.
“Yeah,” he whispered among several hot kisses. “You love it when Daddy plays with your pretty kitty, don’t you, baby?”
To be honest, you hadn’t expected to like it this much; however, Leon’s low, gravelly tone of Leon’s voice seemed to dissolve the last of your inhibitions. Rather, you found it quite addictive – the way he handled you and flattered your flower by that very name. Clearly pleased, you whispered, “Yes, Leon. I love it.”
“Mmm, I know,” he purred. “All of this must be so new to you. Boys rush everything, don’t they? But a real man takes his time, talks sweetly to his girl. They don’t know what to do with a stunning woman like you, baby. But I do, Daddy knows best.”
Leon’s eyes found themselves wandering back to where they’d just been with newfound fever as he kept sliding his middle finger deep inside of you. Holding him by the back of his neck, you heard Leon groan softly, once he sensed you clenching around him.
“Let me see her, baby,” he rasped, locking his hazy gaze onto your core. “Don’t hide your pretty kitty cat from me.”
As your leg left Leon’s hip, your warmth lingered; you reclined against the pillows, inviting him to take a better look. Leon then propped himself up on his forearm, however, quickly switched to a better option – leaning up fully with his arm extended and palm braced against the mattress – to marvel at your core. Leon’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as soon as he saw your soaking wet pussy; a moan escaped his lips in unison with his mouth falling slightly agape. His fingers brushed over your folds, admiring your pussy with a bewitched fix as if it were the most precious, delicate bloom he’d ever laid eyes on.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, spreading your folds with his thumb and index finger. Had it not been for your feelings for Leon, you would have probably withdrawn once more from his gaze; this time though, you found yourself leaning into it, feeling a rare sense of pride under his admiration; he continued softly, “Tastes like heaven, too.”
“Yeah?” you asked quietly, watching him. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah”, he rasped. “I’d have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, if I could, baby.”
You giggled, but Leon was serious behind his partial banter, thus quickly added, “Oh, you’re laughing? Well, I mean it.”
Moved and pulled into his orbit, your hand landed on his shoulder, slowly gliding along his muscles, as Leon was in no rush either, beholding what was set before him. He possessed the rare ability to soothe your mind in such deep calm that self-doubt became an extinct language, thus, you dared to spread your legs even further, drawing another long moan from Leon in return.
“God,” he whined, feeling a magnetic pull – almost drawn to lean in again. “Let me taste you again, angel.”
“No,” you countered immediately. However, it seemed Leon was not having it. Just as he was about to strain a muscle, you tweeted, “I have a confession to make.”
That stopped him right in his tracks. His head turned slowly toward you, and as soon as you came face-to-face with the man of your dreams, you watched him cock an eyebrow, curious as to what you were about to say. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded, fidgeting with your thumbs now. Your nervousness didn’t escape him; therefore, he pulled his hand away to offer you his quiet, undivided attention. In an effort to ease the tension, he returned to rest next to you again, cradling your cheek in his hand. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“So – uhm, I don’t even know how to start,” you admitted with an anxious exhale, looking at him fondly. You diverted your eyes as you planned the conveying of your message; meeting Leon again your words finally tumbled out: “I have never – like, you know – gone down on a man before.”
Leon’s lips peaked in tenderness, reflecting his utmost awe that you had confided in him, thus, he said, “And that’s alright, sweetheart.” Then he kissed your forehead, telling you: “Just wait ‘till the time is right. Don’t rush yourself, yeah?”
“Funny that you’re mentioning it,” you answered, breathing out a giggle. “I thought – you know, maybe you could, I guess – I don’t know, teach me?”
“Oh,” he chuckled warmly, taking you in. On that note, Leon felt genuinely honored that he was the one you felt safe enough with. “You know, there’s not much to teach, baby. It’s uhm – I guess you could say, it’s like second nature, you know? You just – uhm, you just do it.”
“Can I try?” you asked, your eyes bordering on too much excitement. Leon would be the last one to deny you something; sure, he was glad, though, as of right now, had other things in mind. Despite it all, he did say it was all about you, so, he answered gently, “Alright, sweetheart. Then – uhm, how do you want me? You want me standing or lying down?”
You thought about it for a second, then: “Lying down.”
Leon didn’t hesitate; he unlatched himself the second you answered his question. Counting down in your head, you tried reassuring yourself that you were able to do it, regardless what your brain was telling you. Awaiting you, he looked at you expectantly as you began to crawl over his body until your head was in line with his cock. It stood there proudly, with thick streaks along his length and a dark tip coated in droplets of his arousal. Much to your dismay, panic crept in a fourth time around and it was impossible to ignore. Leon noticed it instantly, but he was confident you could handle it, though, had the slight, supportive urge to intervene here. As Leon left you to learn through experience, you reached out and held his dick, almost studying him - your eyes skimming along, vein by vein. As your eyes flickered up to him for assistance, he encouraged you with a fond beam, telling you, you knew everything necessary: you just had to do it.
Partially comforted, you were nonetheless compelled to ask: “How do I begin?”
You felt a bit better as soon as he answered you. “Alright, angel. Uhm – just give it a few kisses at first, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered, nodding. You were slightly on edge; you feared disappointing him unknowingly. Your certainty in Leon’s overly gentle approval was a bit of a double-edged sword here: while it was the very reason you wanted to try, it also masked the potential of failure – the possibility that he would not enjoy it at all and simply wouldn’t tell you.
Remembering how pretty certain adult film stars looked on camera, you dared to follow right in their footsteps by imitating them. One hand came on his thigh, while the other clutched his cock. Your head tilted in, and you bent over in such way it was beautiful to watch. Meanwhile, his hands locked behind his head, and Leon looked completely relaxed, captivated by the view before him. Though he meant well by giving you enough room, you were still a tad stressed about messing up. The moment you were close, you began to press kisses along his cock – sporadically. Sometimes they would land on his tip, other times they strayed further, and you were able to inhale his scent. Leon exhaled a couple of soft moans already, which spurred you on, as you got indirectly validated that you were doing things right.
“There you go, baby,” he muttered under his breath dreamily, not speaking to you in particular – clearly – as he was in disbelief of his own luck. You were kissing his cock just as he’d imagined a hundred times before, a specific sense deja-vu flashing in his mind: him inside the bathroom of your house. “Go at your own pace, see how you’ll like it, sweetheart.”
Leon believed you were doing an excellent job already, flush with excitement as he felt your lips around his needy tip, begging for more. You continued bestowing his cock with your plump lips; however, they were slightly more passionate now as your kisses became sloppier. From tip to shaft, you covered him in your reverence for him. You risked peeking up and regretted it the second your eyes took in the sight ahead.
With his arms lopped behind his head in a comfortable pose, Leons biceps were prominently displayed, and his muscles rippled visibly at every point of contact, then you traced the hair on his chest, down to his bush that was set before you. Not that you cared, in fact, you loved it. Leon exuded masculinity down to a T because of it, and his Mediterranean heritage made him – quite easily – the most handsome man on earth. Though you did have trouble visualizing how to reach his balls further down the line.
Anywho, after a cascade of your kisses, you lolled out your longue, encircling his tip. Consequently, you got more confirmation. “Yeah, that’s right,” he moaned, licking his lips. “The tip needs a lot of attention, sweetheart.”
Following his advice, you stayed put, flicking your wet muscle. You were able to taste the beads of his precum, slightly tangy and thick on your palate. As you were still a bit reserved, you resorted to kissing him, too. Leon admired how attentive you were, it was clear as day that you were driven with dedication, resolute in making him feel good.
Leon couldn’t help but smile at you, he was curious to know if you liked it, so then he asked: “And? How is it?”
“It’s nice,” you answered shyly, giggling a bit. “You taste good.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckled breathlessly, blushing. “Good to hear.”
Stroking him, you asked him, “Well, how do you like it?”
“You’re doing an amazing job,” he insisted, wary of the frenzy in your head. “I mean it.”
“Alright, thank you.” Before going down on him, you said, “Just let me know – when uhm, when I’m not doing well.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart.”
With that, you risked going further, enveloping your mouth around his tip that elicited a moan from Leon, a deep one from his chest. He didn’t expect you to go there this quickly, yet he certainly wasn’t opposed. Leon’s cock was remarkably thick, throughout, even if it was just the tip; therefore you took him in gently and deliberately, mindful not to use teeth – that’s all you knew, after all. Videos were one thing, putting it into practice was another. Whatever the case, you bobbed your head and started assisting your mouth by pumping him along his shaft. Leon groaned when he felt your wet mouth focus on his tip as you were more precise now, furthermore deepening the pleasure with your hand around his length.
“Told you, baby,” he moaned, taking a deep breath. “You’re a natural. God, that feels good.”
His praise only accented your strive; now, you really were willing to put in the work. Validated, you bobbed your head in twisting motion, your hand following suit – from that moment, Leon’s toes started curling and he exhaled a stuttering sequence of breaths as his mind went blank. You were good – too good for it to be your first time; beyond that, your utmost devotion to him was what truly got to Leon. He watched you - fixed on you like camera, yet you were unaware since your eyes were closed. However, as you got smarter and got the hang of it, you risked pushing him further down your mouth; Leon rolled his eyes back in return with his chest expanding as he inhaled deeply.
“Goddamnit, baby,” he exhaled, on the verge of chuckling astounded. “Yeah that’s good. That’s so, so good. Keep going.”
Now you tweaked your pace, going a bit faster with your mouth hitting the end at a quarter of his cock, the other three over four of his length were covered in your rotating hand. Your mouth coaxed wet slurps into the air as you got comfortable, your pace was steady now. His face contorted in pleasure, and his nose scrunched up, displaying a multitude of wrinkles as he hissed the moment he felt you going deeper, halfway down his girth. Fulfilling his fantasies, you decided to open your eyes again, this time around, as seductive as possible as you’d learned from a couple of videos, and it seemed to work, hearing him moan with his jaw going slack.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he purred loudly with his eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Look at Daddy. Give him all you got, sweetheart.”
He couldn’t believe this was actually happening – the woman of his dreams looked at him, highly devoted and beyond gorgeous with her beautiful lips wrapped around his thick cock: you. He shook his head, almost as if checking whether this was just another wet dream. However, it wasn’t. It was a full-fledged state of reality, and he basked in satisfaction – great satisfaction at that, smiling and moaning aloud. You swiveled your mouth around his dick, in sync with your hand, and he was almost tempted to place a hand to guide you deeper; however, he had a feeling he was going to experience it in just a second.
He was granted an equally comparable alternative, if not a better one; because it made him go nuts: treating his cock as if you were cherishing it, you sucked him as far as possible, then released your mouth to take one long stripe along his dick, and as soon as you met his tip, you slapped it against your tongue twice or thrice. Leon was half-moaning, half-chuckling, “There’s no way this is your first time, baby.” Then he croaked, smirking, “You’re lying to me.”
“I’m not,” you giggled innocently, coyly twirling your tongue around his tip and then impishly kissing it. “Why would I lie?”
“Then tell me, where’d you learn that, huh?” he asked, flexing his masseters and huffing air through his nose. “That’s pretty naughty.”
“That’s for me to know,” your replied, a knowing smirk tugging at your lips. “I guess I’m just naughty by nature.”
You tiled your head, hypnotizing him with your eyes and gliding down, additionally returning to the crown of his dick, and sealing the top with another kiss.
Visibly intrigued, he chuckled huskily, “Never would have guessed.” Leon couldn’t resist biting his bottom lip, you were beyond sexy – simply incredible: a stunner of a vision, the living embodiment of everything he’d ever dared to imagine, his wildest dreams stepping into the light. Maybe he did it on purpose, but you noticed his biceps flexing, straining larger as you continued to toy with his cock. “My pretty little wild cat just likes to be bad, I see.”
“Yes,” you giggled, the sound of your laughter was music to Leon’s ears, turning him on all the more. “I’ll be your bad little girl, Daddy.”
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a woman, you know that?” he moaned, watching you catering to his tip with newly found zeal as your eyes smoldered with enticement of what he’d just said. Jerking him, you reached further with your mouth, jaw relaxed, trespassing the middle of his length now all the while keeping steady eye-contact with him. Leon almost lost it, sensing that you had clearly gotten used to his size, all the more coming into your own. Sucking him deeper, feeling more confident, Leon was overly responsive as he couldn’t stop moaning in return. Doubling down with wet, lewd noises emerging, you could evidently hear him croak: “Bad little kitty.”
His mandible slacked, sensing something inside of you had switched drastically. As you were on full display, Leon couldn’t tear his eyes away – not even for second. Relying on your own abilities now, you released his cock once more with a loud pop! Fully aware that the following would elicit a reaction from him: you stuck out your tongue, mischief written all across your face, and you began to sway his dick side to side over your muscle, as if you were playing with it. Leon moaned, in return you giggled, which he received on his cock, and it almost made him choke on air. Under his surveillance, you stopped teasing his cock and started smacking his thick length against your wet muscle again. In return, Leon grunted with his jaw muscles protruding, almost breaking his molars as he couldn’t stand how explicit it all was.
“God, you little minx,” he croaked, breathing raggedly. “Such a naughty girl, you’ll be the death of me, I swear.”
With each slap, you stayed still the entire time, showing him how much you savored his comments, flourishing as if in stride, pleasing him in such way as though you were telling him he shouldn’t have pushed it off this long as he clearly liked – no loved – watching you sucking his cock this filthily. You had Leon wrapped around your little finger; no matter what you did, it forced a reaction out of him straightaway. Unwilling to miss any moment, Leon decided to lay a hand on your cheek now, cherishing how you relished in going down on him. You smoothly caressed your hand around his cock, in twisting motion, and decided to let your spit drool down his tip, smearing it all over his dick as you rotated your hand around him.
“That’s right,” he groaned, pulling strands of your hair behind your ear as you looked prettily at him. “Get Daddy’s cock all wet and messy, baby.”
Through his misty daze of lust, he was able to see how you were working your fingers around his thick cock, squeezing his dick tighter, which led Leon to shake his head and chuckle, “Daddy doesn’t need to teach you a thing, goddamnit. Look at that.”
You returned to his head, taking him into your mouth and started slurping his cock as you nodded your head. Leon exhaled hot, short moans as you sucked him smoothly, his hand see-sawing with the dipping of your head as he continued to cradle your cheek. His hand slid through your hair now as you went deeper, bouncing your head. Leon rolled his eyes back the moment you clamped tighter around him past the inside of your lips, cinching your throat around his cock as you dipped your head up and down his shaft.
“God, yes,” he moaned, gulping as his apple bobbed. “Oh you love sucking Daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby?”
You moaned around his length as if agreeing with him, paying him lots of attention. His fingers twitched as you continued to exult in satisfying him, fawning for more of his reactions, furthermore trying to break him as he did prior to all of this. Accommodating him, you forged ahead with the tip beginning to hit your throat, intensifying your maneuvers. Leon’s mind wandered as you outperformed every single graphic imagination of his, his feelings growing stronger for you since he could tell how much you adored and cherished him, reciprocating his feelings. Then you went all in, finally bottoming out on the unclaimed part, which drew a groan from Leon louder than never before.
“Yes, stay right there,” he croaked, hissing out air and shutting his eyes. “Oh God, yeah.”
Ducking your head consistently, you fulfilled his wish as you went as far as possible with your nose hitting his pelvis, pressing to his dark curls. Leon didn’t dare to keep you there by force, his hand kept running through your hair instead of exercising his dominance, in fear you would choke up. However, you did end up gagging around his cock as he ordered you to stay there, and he couldn’t lie, he had never heard anything sweeter, apparent as he dreamily smiled to himself, spacing out.
“Oh baby,” he moaned, the biggest glow painting the entirety of his face. “That feels amazing.”
Choking up, you pulled back from your position and as soon as you did, a string of saliva connected you to his cock, tears oozing out of your waterline down to your cheeks - heavily. The moment he felt you leave, he opened his eyes and couldn’t believe how you managed to become prettier after swallowing him whole. You kept stroking his cock and smiled faintly at him, feeling accomplished as you saw him looking content.
“Good job, baby,” he chuckled warmly, playing with your hair. “I still can’t believe it’s your first time.”
“Thank you,” you giggled, your lips a bit swollen and reddened. “But I’m not done yet.”
“No?” he laughed, looking at you fondly as you kept pumping him slowly. “Well, too bad, sweetheart. Daddy’s got plans.”
“But what about your balls?” you asked, and the question was so ludicrous it made Leon cackle out loud. It was partially your innocence, partially your driven sense of wanting to satisfy him that left Leon in stitches.
“What about them, baby?” he chuckled, almost close to tears.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’m so sorry,” he snorted, trying to calm down – but to no avail, it was so funny to him, beyond reasonable doubt. “It’s just – you know what, never mind. Baby, don’t worry about them, alright? C’mere.”
“No!” you exclaimed, as you continued to jerk him off, aching to see him break, but that dream was one of the past now it seemed. The entire energy shifted into tame waters, both of you feeling at ease. “I want to – you know, go there. But you – well, you’re hairy.”
Your humoral impact was plain to see, Leon had to swipe tears from his cheeks, because this was beyond hilarious. You were the most seductive vixen just a moment ago, now it seemed as though you were the most innocent woman on the planet, flustered and lost as to how to get down there.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckled, unfazed as you kept stroking him, internally wishing you would give in and let him make love to you now. “It’s the Italian in me, I’ve got a lot of hair, sweetheart. I’ll trim it and you can try it out next time, alright?”
“But I want to suck your balls now!” you insisted, which was gut-busting.
“Well what do you want me to do, sweetheart? Can’t just rip it out, I don’t have a razor on me!”
“Just tell me how to get there!” you whined, looking at his cock. “I want you so badly, Daddy.”
“I know,” he cooed, snickering and watching you with endearment. “Well – you just gotta’, you know – get in there, baby. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“But then I’ll have your hair in my mouth.”
“Yeah, it comes with a cost,” he deadpanned, enjoying the entire situation as if you had not just almost made him lose his mind. However, then he continued, being sincere now, “I guess it’s not fair to you, since you’ve got no hair. You shave it?”
“Why are you asking me?” you giggled as his cock still didn’t budge from your hand.
“Because I’m interested,” he chuckled, caressing your cheek now. “I don’t mind a bit of hair, I don’t really care to be honest.”
“You don’t? Well, I wax.”
“You wax?” he echoed, his eyes shotting wide open as his jaw went slack – he was stunned. “Doesn’t that hurt, sweetheart?”
“No, not anymore.”
“Damn,” he exhaled, evidently impressed. “Well, I guess – uhm, okay. Nice.” A beat of silence, and then: “Now c’mere, baby,” he purred. “Come to Daddy.”
One final whine escaped from your lips before heeding his word, releasing his cock from your hand and crawling over to Leon who awaited you with open arms. As soon as you were within his perimeter, his arms slung around your waist, clutching you against his upper body – skin on skin. Meanwhile, your hands found his nape again; in his hug, you both exchanged warm looks of adoration, smiling at each other.
You drew near, closing the distance between you two and found his lips once more to express your adoration, so did Leon. You could feel his hands run down your back, slightly sharpening his trimmed nails against your skin and leaving a shudder in their wake that made you jolt out of sheer delight. Perhaps it was all too rushed, way too early to be saying it – but: Leon felt like home. You had never experienced sex like this before; sure, one could argue you two were merely indulging in foreplay, however, that was going to be proven otherwise in a just a moment.
Leon’s kisses were otherworldly, above all, he was incredibly intoxicating. Everything seemed to dissolve until the sole focus was him – Leon was placed in the middle of your mind like a statue, an emblem of what it truly meant to have someone love you like this. Unbeknownst to you, he felt the same about you. So, as you were kissing him, and as Leon returned yours, you felt yourself falling for him all the more. On that note, you were well aware of how risky it all was, nonetheless, you descended through the air without a safety net.
Then he withdrew just a bit, his baby blue eyes shimmering with joy, turning you over slowly and sinking with you until he was atop of you, just as he’d been before. As he nestled in between your legs, he placed a feathery kiss on your forehead, then your nose and, eventually, reaching his mainstay on your lips again – he was so soft, handling you as if you were made out of glass. His hands slipped to your breasts again, squeezing them. Your hands clung to the back of his neck, pulling him close in such way you were conjoining together. Kissing you and cuddling your breasts in his palm, he cautiously slid his cock up and down your slit. The sensation was almost unbearable, as he could feel how wet you were for him.
Deep down, he would have loved to feel you in its entirety. However, being a responsible adult also came with decisions he clearly didn’t want to make. He was reluctant, afraid to ruin this moment with his lips on yours, his thick cock gliding along your pussy - the two of you merging into one. Nonetheless, he receded a bit, whispering, “Condoms?”
“Oh,” you exhaled, biting your lips nervously. “I don’t have condoms.”
“Oh,” he imitated you with your breasts in his hand and his cock brushing against your needy core. “Well, uhm – I don’t have condoms either. Didn’t really – you know, expect this to happen. So, uhm – you’re on the pill?”
All of a sudden, a sickening dread pooled in your chest as you avoided his gaze, your eyes darting towards the television. Leon could read you like a book, each thought of his settled in the certainty that you were fleeing the conversation. However, he didn’t want you feel bad – it simply wasn’t meant to be right now and could surely be made up for another time. Truth be told, he wasn’t going to lie – it was disappointing. Though, not like you two could change it.
“Baby, it’s fine,” he insisted gently, wishing you would look at him again. “We can catch up on it another time, okay?”
As soon as he said it, your eyes met his once more, pleading him, “No, I want it now.”
He chuckled breathlessly, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, we can’t. You know that. I’m not – you know, I’m not risking it.”
“You can pull out,” you said, not with a lot of confidence as you were sure it wouldn’t convince him. Well, you were right.
“Pull out?” he answered, lifting an eyebrow – a bit taken aback. “You know you could – still, well, get pregnant.”
“There’s always a Plan B,” you countered apprehensively. Leon understood you wanted him badly, he wanted you just as much. However, he wasn’t going to concede, given the extreme side effects such as extreme nausea and abdominal pain. Taking extreme measures in exchange for sexual pleasure was the last thing he wanted for you. All things considered, weighing them out, he believed it was too much of gamble, with the negatives greatly overshadowing the positives. Not only that, but he was also older than you, he knew he had to stand his ground to set a good example. He thought you were being naïve, blind to the sore fact that you could possibly end up with his child.
One hand left your breast, instead cradled your cheek to reel you back in. Then he said, “Sweetheart, another time, alright?”
“Just the tip,” you continued, overly ambitious. You tried enticing him with a triple threat: batting your eyes at him, biting your bottom lip as well as playing with his hair. Shortly after, in order to leave an impact, you repeated purringly, “Just the tip, Daddy.”
He had to chuckle in disbelief: “Oh that’s not gonna’ work.” However, he stayed put and didn’t budge. “Don’t give me those pretty eyes, I know what you’re doing.”
“Please?” you cooed, biting the pad of your forefinger and looking at him seductively. “Like I said, just the tip.”
A burst of arousal flamed up within him, drawing his eyes downward to where you two joined together. Your pleading expression seemed to have served its purpose, so perhaps you needed to give it another shot, though this time, you outstretched your hand to level his heavy cock with your welcoming entrance, teasing it up and down. You were almost certain you’d won him over as he didn’t resist it and groaned at the sensation. Leon was none the wiser than you were, exposing him greatly as he let it happen, croaking evidently rattled, “You’re being a bad, bad girl right now, kitty.”
“Bad is good,” you purred, desperation threatened to sweep you both under. “I think you like it when I am being bad, Daddy.”
Leon couldn’t help but find the idea increasingly appealing, knowing that he could feel you thoroughly, without any restraints; that fact alone surpassed all else. Therefore, a couple of excuses infiltrated his mind, he supposed you were right, breaking a couple of rules didn’t seem to not matter much anymore. A few strokes passed before he was about to kneel, yielding his logical reasons and instead, fallacies grew prominent, illuminated by the overpowering desire to be inside of you. Leon gulped, watching you contest with his dick along your slit, he was about to give in. Thus:
“You always get what you want, don’t you, baby?” he rasped, utterly hypnotized as he was in dire need.
“Not always, but often,” you teased, studying him as he was well underway to give into the impulse.
Leon then met your eyes again, hazy and coated with lust. He smirked, cooing, “Yeah, you love getting spoiled, huh?” When you shrugged your shoulders, Leon knew all there was to know about you, the bittersweet feeling of wanting to come into union with you was abuzz in his mind, pushing everything aside; only you could stay. Then he continued, murmuring, “Good thing Daddy loves to spoil you, sweetheart. Alright, just the tip.”
Leon’s brazenness crept back in, keeping you at his mercy. As he nuzzled his cock with his hand atop yours, both of you were led to be ruined by the innocent gesture, simultaneously, it showed a small return of his affection with his eyes remaining open, locked onto you, melding the two of you together. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, smiling and whispering, “God, you’re so sexy.”
You eked out the name you gave him once you felt him thwack his cock against your pussy, fueling the needy heat within you. His breath fanned against your face as Leon swayed his nose against your beak, staring at you intensely. You could hear him gasp while he slid his heavy cock along your soaked folds, then slapped it against your clit again as you slightly jolted in return. He shook his head, speaking softly, “You want Daddy inside of you?”
“Yes,” you whined, holding him by his wrist and growing impatient. “Please Daddy, I need to feel you.”
Burning up, you caved under his well-awaited dominance: Leon was at the forefront of your mind, it only worsened once you felt him start spanking your pussy with his cock. Your hips began to buckle as lewd wet sounds filled your bedroom, and Leon chased after more, wanting to hear you just as you had bargained. Folding under the pressure, you pleaded him once again, “Please Daddy, I need you.”
“’S that so?” he asked and kept slapping his dick against you. “Bad little kitty needs me, yeah? Alright, Daddy won’t make you wait any longer.”
All you could do is nod in gratitude, not that he held it against you; he adored it – you silently pandering to him under his touch, spellbound by his antics. You got drunk on his love, his touch, his words – you were beyond gone for the man on top of you. Leon exhilarated you, kissing you slowly and taking his cock to level your soaked entrance, as it was needy for more. His languid caresses of his lips and dick enchanted you, you were utterly smitten to its very depths, all the more consumed once he decided to slide his tip in, finally, which resulted in an immediate whimper. With your hands behind his neck to keep him close, he kissed you into a state of total captivation.
Leon pulled back, just a smidge, moaning against your lips as he dipped his tip in and out of you, falling into a dream-like state himself, whispering, “God, you’re so wet for me, baby.”
“It’s all for you,” you whimpered, feeding into his manhood. For as long as you could remember, you had waited for this very moment – you wanted nothing more than to let him know how much of an influence he had on you.
“Yeah, only Daddy gets you this wet, isn’t that right?” he asked, his calloused hands catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, all the while Leon was prodding his tip in. The second you nodded, he continued: “You always get this wet when you think of me, don’t you? Tell Daddy the truth.”
“Yes,” you exhaled, obliging instantly, furthermore revealing: “And I touch myself when I think of you.”
“Oh, do you?” he asked softly, yet smirking and feigning ignorance of the time he’d caught you red-handed. “Kitty plays with herself when Daddy’s not here, yeah? What a pleasant surprise, sweetheart.”
“You do it, too,” you countered, trying to clench around him but to no avail as he only tipped his crown in. “Don’t lie, you jerk off thinking of me.”
He had to chuckle at that, willing to admit it. “You’d be right about that. Daddy’s pretty naughty, too.”
His confession bypassed your secondary layers of restraint, you grew level-headed and smirked, therefore, you opted to bring one hand to your clit and began to rub her gently, cooing, “I need more, Daddy. Please.”
“Well, we said just the tip, baby,” he teased, appearing unfazed. Leon’s desperation, however, struck a chord. It didn’t help that you were touching yourself, all of it was too much and not enough at the same time. He needed you just as bad.
“And? I know you want more, too.”
Leon grunted; your words left him with a dizzying combination of right and wrong. However, the lines began to blur, hence why he said, “Y’know what? I do, screw it. Daddy’s gonna’ stretch your pretty little kitty.” You hung the stars, consequently, Leon began to slide in, leaving you both moaning aloud.
“You’re a bad influence, young lady. But God, if you’re wrong, I don’t want to be right.”
Leon’s lips found yours once more and the feeling was indescribable. You were soaked, which should have helped him easing himself into you. Leon’s girth, however, brimmed your velvety walls in such way you got quickly reminded of how thick and lengthy he actually was. You scrunched your eyebrows together as you felt his big cock, the reach stung and heavily emphasized the stretch he put you through. As if reading your mind, he pulled back, asking you softly, “You okay, baby?”
He was half-way there now, moving slowly and cautiously not to hurt you. You nodded, spreading your legs further as his cock made its way inside of you. Leon feathered his prettily shaped flesh against you, bestowing you with a few sweet pecks, whispering, “You’re doing so well. Daddy’s almost there.”
You shivered underneath him, as he didn’t budge from your nipples, gently twisting them to stimulate you. Under Leon’s grasp, you mewled aloud once he finally buried himself all the way in, leaving you feeling fuller than ever before – after all, if you were to compare, he was the biggest without a shadow of a doubt. Delving inside of you, he catered to your breasts in a never-ceasing movement around your nipples, leaving you whimpering against him that charged through his walls of his unyielding façade. You felt so good around him, the longing to stay inside of you reaching a fever pitch – you were so warm, so soft, so wet, he didn’t want this to end any time soon.
“There we go, baby,” he cooed, smiling at you. “You’re so perfect. God, you feel amazing.”
As you moved your hand around your clit in circular motions, you almost cried at finally being filled. Your mind was awash with him as Leon overtook you, silently submitting you again. Your eyes wrote a silent plea, and Leon nodded in understanding as he began to roll his hips back, bit by bit, until his tip rested at your entrance again. First, he poked his tip into you repeatedly, thus your eyes coaxed themselves shut, but you managed to open them shortly after, harshly sucking in your bottom lip for some sort of leverage.
While you were swept away, a new idea took hold of Leon: he realized there was a better way to ensure you felt your best—a position far more suited to the passion of this moment. He gave you one last kiss before pulling back, kneeling between your legs on his calves as he brought your feet atop his shoulders. Though slightly confused, you let him. He started rolling his pelvis in wave letters, into you, slowly and steadily. Working with your body, he brought one of your feet to his mouth and began peppering kisses along the indent of your sole, which made you giggle a bit.
“Ticklish?” he chuckled, looking at you lovingly.
“Yeah,” you giggled quietly, biting your bottom lip and moaning as Leon rocked you slowly. You felt him deeper now, unbeknownst to you, it was just a transition for the position he actually wanted to be in. Nonetheless, he basked in this moment, his eyes scanning you from the crown of your head to where you conjoined as he attended to your foot.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met you,” he admitted shyly, licking kittenishly along your skin which sent tingles in their wake. He had another secret, though he didn’t know whether he would be crossing the Rubicon here. It all felt so intimate, he feared scaring you away with the fantasies hidden at the bottom of the dust-cloaked box within his heart. Nonetheless, he gave it a try, asking, “Have you ever had your toes sucked?”
“No,” you giggled, your cheeks poking in pink and burning up. “Why?”
“I mean – you know, maybe we could try it out? Maybe you’ll like it?”
Whimpering, you nodded and looked fondly at him, giving him the go-ahead. Leon shot you a smile; he was overly excited but kept his cool, and all the more thankful that his question didn’t come across as weird. Leon traced your foot with his mouth, and once he reached your toes, he slowly started kissing each one, all the while reading your face in case he sensed you feeling uncomfortable. As he gave your toes his undivided attention, as soon as he returned to your big one, he licked along the skin, then enveloped your toe with his mouth, sucking on it softly.
You had to giggle, not because it was weird, but because you were actually ticklish, but overall, it felt good – you liked it, admittedly. Unsure if you were feeling awkward, he released his lips and asked, “And? You like it, or no?”
“I kind of do, yeah,” you replied, yet you couldn’t stop giggling. “But I am kind of curious, are you into feet?”
“Uhm—I don’t know how to explain it,” he chuckled breathlessly and shyly. He continued to move within you, his rhythm so subtle it was barely felt. Then he continued, “I just think there are multiple ways to love a woman. You’re beautiful, so I guess your feet are too, you know?”
“Makes sense,” you answered, grinning.
“Alright,” he exhaled, leaving things unsaid. You couldn’t quite tell what he meant since he didn’t bother finishing the sentence. However, he slowly guided your legs to one side, pressing your thighs together while Leon was still inside you. You furrowed your eyes in confusion, watching him intensely as you tried to figure out what Leon was up to now. He gingerly settled down next to you as his eyes were riveted on your face. His lips stretched into a soft smile, silently communicating you’d love what he’d planned. Once he propped himself up on his forearm, you took it as a cue to lie sideways, consequently, Leon rested behind you with his chest bracing your back. He slung his arm around you to hold you close as both of you got comfortable in the new position. Leon leaned in, switching his arm from around your waist to your leg to hook it, spreading you. He kissed your cheek, whispering, “There we go.”
Then, he started sliding in and out of you as you reached an arm out behind you, cradling his cheek. He lavished his affection on you, inch by inch, stating that you were his to cherish – that this was beyond sexual pleasure but rather a confluence. He expressed it by moving leisurely within you, as if bathing in you - deeply aligned, creating a sense of oneness with your body. You whimpered with half-lidded eyes, heavily focused on Leon as he did the same – the two of you in undeniable pleasure as time ticked away.
“God, you feel so good,” he moaned, his breath fanning against your face as his stubble brushed your cheek. “Daddy’s not letting you go, baby.”
He lengthened his cock out, whenever his tip that was hidden, he cautiously started pushing in again. You let yourself fall at his very slow, yet steady pace. Your chest heaved with Leon’s pleasant movement, and he hummed in response, the sound reverberating in his throat at the image that was painted before him – you looking back at him as if he were your north star. Filling you up, he sensed that you had fully loosened up, which made him smile. He groaned in awe, his eyes wandering, the sensation and the view setting him ablaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whined, stretching you out. “God, I can’t believe this is happening right now.”
You couldn’t respond, Leon was rolling his pelvis so smoothly that your mind simply drifted, elated, as if you were floating on air. Instead, a low purr vibrated in your chest as the heat persisted, accelerating in tandem with Leon’s strong, tranquilizing presence. His streak of languid strokes sent you into a trance, a state in which Leon erased everyone you’d ever known, drawing out consistent whimpers and moans. Leon began to extend his other arm now, sneaking it around your neck, where his hand came to rest on your shoulder, the one that was neighboring his chest, thus caged you in. You bit your bottom lip, meeting his anchored gaze, fully descending into his blaze of baby blues.
“Oh my God,” you whimpered, stroking his cheek. “I’ve never been fucked like this before.”
“I’m not fucking you, sweetheart,” he answered huskily, resting his forehead against your temple, keeping you tight. “I’m making love to you. Daddy’s loving you, baby.”
“Leon,” you moaned in response, feeling him guide himself in and out of you. You got lost in the timbre of Leon’s sweet words and swam in his closeness which unraveled you completely. This feeling was new, it was so overwhelming and yet, your body greedily took him in and ached for him. He kept his pace slow and his touch gentle, reassuringly smiling at you whenever your eyes shuddered in radiating pleasure. You hiccupped a cry at how delicately he was topping you up with his thick cock, you were left with no other choice but to clench around him as your instincts began to beg for more.
“Such a good girl,” he cooed, a white band of arousal began to gather at his base. “There you go, my baby. Hug me tight.”
Each of your mewls resembled pleasured babbles – an indirect way of explicit honesty at how gone you were. His muscular arms gathered you close to his chest, keeping your leg up in the air, as Leon began to press his face against your cheek, relishing in your hot moans in a bid for him to keep movements soft and purposeful.
“L-Leon,” you stuttered, gasping for air. “I-It feels ah– “
“Shh, baby,” he whispered, smiling at your tumbling incoherent words. “I know. Daddy’s right here.”
Heavenly – that’s what you’d call it as he curved himself into you, so much so that you were driven to roll your eyes back while the heat began to coil in your lower abdomen. He placed soft kisses along your cheek, a trail of affection that coaxed persistent, encouraging whimpers and moans from you for Leon – serving as a testament to how toe-curling it was. His grasp held firm, barring you tightly against him; his thrusts mingled the two of you together in an enchanting, singular rhythm. In union, he commanded gently, “Keep your leg up, sweetheart.”
So, as bewitched as you were, you were willing to comply. Shortly after, Leon shifted his hold from your leg to the hand on his cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss to your palm, then slowly guided your hand down to your core. Once he cupped your pussy atop your hand, he whispered, “Work with me, baby. Daddy will help you.”
Despite the emotional flood, you mustered the ability to understand what he was hinting at. Once you deciphered his words, you started rubbing your clit, and Leon joined in with you seamlessly. Every caress of his cock and guiding hand seemed to sweep you off your feet, leaving you utterly captivated and consumed. You were unable to think of anything other than the sheer intensity of how Leon made you feel; above all, leaving you breathless. As of right now, you were suspended between his every glance and touch, drowning you happily in the sensations he stirred within you. His every move surrendered your mind to him, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Sniffling, you whined, “Oh God, Daddy. I – I can’t do it anymore.”
“Yeah?” he asked quietly, overflowing you by putting slight pressure on your hand, consequently, on your clit too. “You close, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered, droplets of tears pooling in your waterline. “I’m so close.”
Leaning in for a kiss, he moaned against you as he continued to pour into you, keeping a mastered pace. Eating your whimpers with his lips on you, Leon thrusted into you, marking the inside with his heavy cock; in your mind, a tunnel narrowed down to the one deep inside of you. Nudging into you, he whispered against you ever so tenderly, “Are you mine, baby?”
“Yes,” you answered meekly. Though there was no hold on your head, your gaze was fixed onto his face. “I’m yours.”
“Yeah?” he asked purringly, hitting your spot excruciatingly calculated. “You’re Daddy’s girl, right?”
He’d asked you already, however, he wanted you to confirm it – that you were indeed his, as he wished to have you all to himself. Both of you knew this was the beginning of something new – a world in which you two were allowed to cling onto the dream, visualizing a happy ending where life cycled back, allowing Leon to compensate for the weeks he wasn’t here. Now, he finally was, and together you would figure out how to confront everything ahead.
You nodded, smiling at him dreamily, “Yeah, I’m all yours.”
Leon began to pick up on his pace as you two inked into each other’s skin. Your scent, your taste, your beauty: it all bled into Leon, intermingling wholeheartedly with the very depths of his soul. He had no doubt he would go to the moon and back for you, even tugging down the stars if you asked. In his saving haven, his pelvis met your behind constantly, eliciting loud whimpers from you, guiding you to flick your clit faster to top you over.
“Gonna make you mine,” he moaned, feathering his forehead against yours, locking you in on him. Whatever compelled him to say it, he breathed: “You’ll be mine forever.”
As you kept your hand on your clit, Leon opted to cup your cheek now, fastening you in place to keep you still. His mouth was hot against yours as he admired you. In his capsule, he began to cherish you with his hand and cock, dead set on making you his as he surged forward with weight, fucking you persistently, yet the loving, gentle side of his thrusts showed no sign of slowing. With a pulsating need, he started kissing you sporadically as you succumbed to his penetration.
“Gonna’ cum with you, baby,” he whimpered against your lips, getting carried away by the overwhelming pleasure of being inside of you. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up.”
“Oh my God, yes,” you moaned in response as your face contorted under the spell of his strokes. “Cum inside of me, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You want Daddy to paint your pretty kitty all white?” he rasped, steadily burying himself inside of your pussy with a promise to be past in a beat. “’S that what you want? You sure you can handle it?”
You nodded a ‘yes’ as he kept his strides, splitting you open with his thick cock for his release. You both stared at each other – eyes glassy, lazy and pure with lust. Welling with emotion, he drew out the moment as long as possible as he kept showering you in his kisses, leaving you both enraptured. The connection seemed to buckle under the weight, striking both of you with full force as his pace quickened. As his movements intensified, he moaned, “Tell me you love me.” With his grip tightening on your cheek, he repeated, “Tell me you love your Daddy, baby.”
Overcome by his words, you were led to reply with the answer he longed to hear from you – the truth. You whimpered: “I love you, Leon.”
“You’ll love me forever right?” he whined, his voice rigid as his hips thudded against you. “Tell me you’ll love me forever.”
“I’ll love you forever, Leon,” you cried, tightening your walls around him – he snapped inside as his tip hit the brim, working you at a mind-numbing pace, allowing himself to pivot toward you, letting his weight follow to drag his cock in and out of you. You moaned uncontrollably at the full-range of motion as he sunk into you non-stop with his balls hitting your behind.
“God, I’ll love you forever,” he whined, his force heaping onto the heat simmering in your lower abdomen – at the cusp of breaking free. “Gonna put a baby in you, you’ll be mine, yeah?”
Driving forward, he continued the sentiment, leaving you with no chance to reply: “We’ll be together, I’ll buy you everything. Gonna – nghh – spoil you rotten with my cock and money.”
He pressed a tight, lingering kiss on you, then croaked with his eyes unflinching: “Whatever you want, it’ll be yours. You’ll be my woman, my girl, the mother of my children. You’ll be Daddy’s girl forever, baby.”
His words overpowered you completely, leaving you seeing stars on the horizon. His confession pulled loose a thread in your head; every restraint, like a knot, was undone. The strings slipped through your metaphorical fingers as he kept harnessing you with his big cock. Nothing broke the silence, but Leon’s labored gusts mingling with your soft sobs and the steady slapping of skin. He was in the same boat, flesh to flesh, and his inner urge to take ownership obsessed him immensely, as he kept thrusting into you, controlled.
As he saw you breaking apart, Leon ached to finish you off now. Your pussy gushed with every grind of his hips, the squelching louder now as you soaked his fat cock with your wetness. A great deal of pressure had built up, therefore you began to pant. Leon knew you were close – he forced you to keep facing him, intent on branding himself into you.
“Cum for me, baby,” he breathed raggedly, pumping into you. “C’mon, cum for Daddy.”
Eyes locked, your lungs tightened into a vacuum – you began to gasp for air now, and it became increasingly more difficult to keep your leg up. As if trying to break from the sheer intensity of his iron embrace, you arched your back, but you were pulled short as Leon swept his arm around your waist and tightened his grip on your neck to keep you in his clutch. It was too much – you sobbed frantically. On cue, as if automated, your fingers sped up around your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went full-on slack. He smiled, satisfied, seeing you zoning out, and cooed: “There you go. Let go, baby. Daddy’s right here to catch you.”
“Leon!” you screamed, squeezing him tight. Your climax hit you through every nerve at once, shattering you – your chest convulsed, your stomach fluttered and your skin tingled, leaving you squirming irrepressibly. Everything came crashing down on you, coaxing out a loud moan as his name persisted in echoing within your four walls. It was so intense you couldn’t stop quaking under his maneuvers, your legs kicked out, as you were caught between an electric rush of bundling joy and the shivering, unfolding pulse of reverberation. It was inescapable, you went limp, yelping as he rode out your high while chasing his.
Leon lost it the minute he felt you clench around him, your pussy cinched around him like a vise. Shortly after, his thrusts started stuttering. Striving for his own release, he slammed into you. He was about to let go now as well; the pinnacle was mere seconds away.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, don’t let me go,” he grunted through gritted teeth, visibly strained, absorbing you completely. “Gonna cum, Daddy’s gonna cum for you, baby.”
With his parting vow, he sealed his mouth on you and emptied himself inside of you, shooting several ropes with robust thuds of his hips, slapping against you. Mixing his cum with your wetness, he grunted into the kisses as his mind went blank. Coming inside of you felt so good, he couldn’t stop moving within you. It felt like a chimera he never wanted to wake from, like a visionary drawing he spent weeks perfecting to paint. And for a second, he could hardly believe any of it was real, like a dreamer, in fear he would mourn the vision the second he woke up – everything he’d ever hoped for, it was here, and exceeded any whisk of his brush against the canvas. Each fine snap solidified the following: he meant what he said – he wanted you to be his muse. His very own desire to have you was by artistic design. As his lips locked yours, he kept kissing you. With his thrusts steadily slowing down now, the two of you moaned in unison and your toes curled as you could feel his spilling, thick and hot cum inside of you.
Withdrawing himself a tad, Leon’s eyes flickered up to you, swiping away your tears. His hips rowed to a standstill; as soon as he stopped moving, he booped your nose and smiled at you tenderly. His gaze was so soft, in return, your hand reached out to cup his cheek now as well – a shy attempt to tell him how much you were savoring his rendering. His tongue lolled out, grazing your lips once more, giving you a final kiss to seal the deal. More often than not, he cooed at your keenness as you returned it.
As fogginess clouded both of you, Leon didn’t want to pull out – nor did you want him to. Retreating once more, he chuckled with joy. The two of you were a beautiful mess – sweaty, hair tussled, you two were drunk in love. He peppered kisses along your cheekbone as you giggled, and trailed off to your shoulder, bestowing you with several pecks.
“My pretty girl,” he cooed, brushing his thumb along your cheek. His head jerked up to look at you, and he smoothed down his hand from your face, amid the middle of your breasts, down to your stomach to sneak his hand down in between your thighs, covering your pussy which made you flinch in surprise. “Daddy’s girl. You’re all mine now.”
You both breathed heavily from the aftermath. Calming down now, he smooched your cheek once more. However, your head hit the pillows once he loosened his arm around your neck and Leon followed suit, his lips a breath away from the back of your neck. Exhaustion seemed to creep in as your eyes shut; you yawned right after which made Leon chuckle.
“Someone’s tired, hm?” he teased as he was still inside of you, keeping you close.
“Yeah,” you giggled, rubbing your butt against him that resulted in a playful bite on Leon’s behalf.
“You really can’t help being a minx, can you?” he purred. “My cat just loves to be wild.”
“You’re right,” you countered, smirking and feeling his warmth radiating against your back. “I love to be wild, especially around you.”
“God, I love you,” he cackled through gritted teeth, a flurry of kisses meeting you once more which made you laugh wholeheartedly. “My bad little kitty.”
Tangled together like two peas in a pod, you and Leon felt time suspend itself as everything around ceased to exist; the bliss of sexual intimacy was replaced by a soft tapestry of shared secrets and sudden, bright laughter. As of right now, you two stayed curled up in the lingering warmth of the bed as a perfect match for the slow pace of the night just about to draw in. Every time he spoke, you could feel the low vibration of his chest against your back, every humming syllable was only meant for you.
Then he shifted slightly, not to pull away, but to get the blanket to securely tuck you both around your shoulders. His breath hitched for a second before he settled back behind you. He traced idle, absentminded circles along your pelvis, pressing another lingering, soft kiss to the back of your neck as a promise that, for as long as you wanted to stay, he wasn’t going anywhere either, furthermore stamping his approval of commitment as he didn’t pull out.
The profound peace of lying here with him made you doze off slowly – however, you sensed a bit of shift in the atmosphere. Leon stopped caressing you above your core, and you heard him gulp. So, that was a first. You tried ignoring the nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach, it felt somewhat strange, and you began to ruminate on the possibility that he was feeling anxious. Alas, it was what it was, perhaps you would be proven correctly in just a second – therefore, you stayed silent. With your eyes squeezed shut, you pretended to be asleep, as it felt impossible to rest now that your mind bothered you with dozens of questions. You tried to figure out if it was just your head imagining the weird tension. Not a second after, you felt his presence leave, and you sighed to yourself – you were right.
Except this time, you would leave him no room to flee, instead, you dared to speak up: “Where are you going?”
“Uh – I have to go home,” he answered, and almost in an instant: you panicked. His nonchalance made you worry, therefore you looked back at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Within the next moment he shifted, reaching out to you as an apology: he took your hand and placed a kiss on your delicate palm to somewhat soothe your unrest. You didn’t shy away from his lips, however, you were evidently confused – also horrified.
“Why?” you asked quietly. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not you,” he replied, taking a deep breath as he slid out of you with his cum oozing out of you. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
His response tugged at your chest. You both knew it, the pretense was gone now. As the realization unraveled before him, the truth was laid bare: he had cheated on his wife, and he had likely gotten you pregnant. Therefore:
“Leon, don’t go,” you pleaded, turning around to give him your undivided attention as he seemed out of it. “I thought you loved me?”
“I- I do,” he stuttered, rubbing his nape and huffing through his nose. “I just – uhm, I need to go.”
“You regret it, don’t you?” you spoke, about to tear up.
“What?” he asked, petrified by your question – because it couldn’t be further from the truth. “No! Of course not, baby. I just – I – “
“You what?”
“I’m a horrible person,” he quivered, rubbing his stubble and shooting his best attempt at not breaking down in front of you. “I don’t know why you want me. I’m a cheater, a failure of a husband – and I, you – you could possibly be pregnant.”
“Leon,” you echoed his name, sitting up and shifting closer to him. “You’re thinking too much. You are the greatest guy I have ever met, I truly mean it. And the pregnancy thing – I mean, Plan B does exist. I’ll get one tomorrow.”
A bitter chuckle escaped from his lips: “Awesome, putting yourself through pain just because I couldn’t control myself. Fantastic guy, yeah.” Then he ground his teeth, looking at you as if he were in deep pain – and probably was. He took a deep breath, his eyes started blinking as if he were shooing his tears away. “You made the worst mistake of your life, sweetheart. I don’t know what you see in me, honestly. I’m old, I have a drinking problem, and I had sex with you, you’re my best friend’s daughter.”
His words cut deeper than they should have; it felt like a betrayal, underserved. In the throes of lust that overrode his logic, he placed the stars at your feet. But now as that passion had cooled into a stinging indifference, he spoke as if none of that mattered anymore: you were nothing but his best friend’s daughter instead of the muse and the love he had claimed you to be.
“That’s what I am to you, yeah?” you asked, scoffing in utter shock. “Oh wow.”
“You don’t understand,” he answered, shaking his head. “You are everything I have ever wanted in my life.”
“I guess I don’t understand,” you answered, you were slightly relieved now though. But still, he had a lot of explaining to do, thus, you continued: “Why are you saying all of this? After – you know? It was the best sex I’ve ever had. You showed me love, and not – you know? The senseless stuff that doesn’t even feel good. You said it yourself, we were making love, because well – we do love each other. So why are you pushing me away?”
“Because I’ve been here before.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t – ugh!” he groaned, hiding his face with his palms. He couldn’t believe how difficult it was for him to say it out loud. Then, he braced himself, meeting your eyes. “I’ve had love like this before. This,” he emphasized, motioning back and forth between you to hint at the connection. “I’ve been here before, and I am scared of losing you.”
“What do you mean, Leon?” you asked, beyond petrified. And in all honesty, none of his words soothed you, they did quite the opposite. “Dad told me you’ve been married for like two decades?”
“Sweetheart, I mean before my marriage,” he sighed, pleading with his eyes as if trying to make you understand. “I – alright, screw it. All of this – yeah? It feels forbidden, and I was here before. When I was in the military I fell in love with a woman I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of. I had to call it quits, not because I wanted to, but because I was forced to. This – it feels so similar, and I am scared that life is coming full circle.”
All you could do is shake your head – you were beyond confused. What was he saying? Luckily, he continued, inching closer to look at you thoroughly. The sadness was written evidently across his face.
“When I was in the military – I, you know. I fell in love with a stripper,” he quivered, uneasy. The entire situation felt bleak, like a sharp dagger to his heart. He hoped he wasn’t going to be judged, however, he felt as though he could speak about his past. “And I am in no way comparing you to her, you just need to hear me out for a second, okay?”
You nodded.
“Alright,” he exhaled, taking your hand in his as if you were the only anchor in his life. “When I got stationed in Spain with your father, that’s where I met her. I was with my unit that night, they invited me to go with them, I didn’t really want to, because it’s just – you know? Not my thing, but I went. And then there she was. And she was – you know? Beautiful. She was kind, and we kind of hit it off. I mean – maybe I was stupid for falling in love her back then, I know it’s cliché. But I couldn’t help myself.”
Leon tried reading your face for contempt, but there was none.
“I was always the smart kid. My parents told me I was going to be a doctor or a lawyer, and teachers loved me for my outstanding grades—you know what I mean? So when I met her, I knew people would look at me weird. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, but when I tried to soft launch the relationship to my parents, they screamed at me over the phone. They said I didn’t know what I was doing. It stuck with me. And now, I have you.”
Well, now you began to understand. Leon teared up fully.
“I probably got you pregnant, sweetheart. Not that I don’t want you to be – you’re everything to me. I wish you were mine officially, understand? I wish I didn’t have to treat you like a secret, all of this means so much to me. But I know how forbidden this is – I cheated on my wife, I betrayed your father. And that’s why I didn’t come back: I just – when I see you, I get weak. I fell for you the second I saw you, and I knew I was screwed. It reminds me of my past, and now I fear that I will lose you. Not only that, but you are also so beautiful – beyond stunning – and so smart, and still in college. I feel guilty because – well, you could probably be pregnant, and I’m scared I’ll cause you problems. I’m afraid I’ll be nothing short of a burden to you, instead of a man you truly deserve.”
Leon started crying.
“I love you, baby, but –“
You cut him off right there.
You pulled him into a full embrace, offering a space where he could finally let his guard down. Leon didn’t pull away; instead, he held on, leaning into the comfort, beyond grateful. You were desperate to silence his stupid self-deprecation, you truly couldn't stand the way he spoke about himself anymore, he was tearing himself apart, and for what?
The reality was clear now: he was paralyzed by "poster child syndrome," terrified of the world's judgment, and between his own moral tug-of-war, the years of psychological conditioning from his wife, he had been convinced he was beyond redemption – his sense of worth had been completely dismantled, and watching his self-image spiral into this dark place was nothing short of heartbreaking. Leon wasn't the one who ruined the marriage—his wife had already seen to that. He was simply seeking the love and affection any person deserves. After being cast aside for years, finding someone who loved him back made falling feel like the only logical choice – and it was also the heartfelt one, the one that felt right.
“Oh Leon,” you sniffled, caressing his back as you heard him sob. “You won’t lose me. I promise.”
You both reclined against the mattress as Leon hid his face inside the crook of your neck, seeking shelter. As his tears streamed down, you held him tight, brushing the palms of your hands along his back to soothe his trepidation. You could quite literally feel his heart combusting millions of pieces, but you were more than willing to gather the shards and weld them whole again.
“I feel so weak,” he sobbed. “I shouldn’t be crying. I am such a failure, I – “
“No,” you interrupted him gently, kissing his temple. “No, you’re not a failure. I wish you could see yourself how I see you, Leon. You are amazing, and I hope I can help you see it, too.”
“You’ll love me forever, right?” he sniffled. “You said you will.”
“Yeah, Leon,” you soothed, closing your eyes. “I’ll love you, I already do. And I’ll be here for you, always.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”