Something Borrowed II

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His hand found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down, slow—tooth by tooth.

"Zzzzz," the sound was loud in the quiet room. I felt the fabric loosen around my shoulders. Cool air hit my skin.

He pushed the straps down. The dress pooled at my waist.

I was standing in front of him now in just my strapless bra and heels—back against the door, trembling.

Leo stepped back. Just a step. And he looked.

His eyes traveled down my body, dark and hungry, and his jaw tightened.

"Fuckkk," he breathed.

His hands came up. Covered my breasts through the lace. His thumbs found my nipples—already hard, already aching—and circled them slow.

I arched into his touch. My head fell back against the door, and I bit my lip to stop a sound.

"Every family dinner," he said, his mouth at my ear, his hands still working. "Every holiday. I'd watch you pass the gravy and imagine this."

"Imagine whattt?"

His thumb pressed down on my nipple. "Ooff," I gasped.

"Imagined you like this." His voice was rough. "Bare. Trembling. Wanting."

His hand slid down my stomach. Over my hips. His fingers found the edge of my panties.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I forced my eyes open. Met his.

He watched my face as his fingers dipped beneath my lace panties finding me. Swollen. Dripping. Ready.

"That's for me?" His voice cracked.

"All of ittt" I slurred horny as fuck. I had tried to pretend all day. To control the wetness that had been building all day. Every-time he passed. Every-time he looked.

His index finger circled my clit. Once. Twice. Slow. So fucking slow I thought I'd die.

"Leo, please—" I struggled to steady myself. To stand.

"Please what?"

"More. I need—"

He pushed one finger inside me. Just one. Slow, like he was savoring it.

"Oooffff," my eyes rolled into my head. The heat was unbearable.

I felt every single millimeter. The stretch. The fullness. The way my body clenched around him.

"Ohhh," I breathed.

"Shh." His finger moved. In and out. In and out. "Squelch. Squelch. Squelch." It was Torture. Perfection.

"Anotherr," I begged, my fingers dug deeper into his shoulders. "Pleaseee."

He gave me two. I felt the pressure, the fullness, the way I had to stretch to take him. His thumb found my clit, pressing in small circles.

"Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch."

My other hand flew to his arm. Gripped his bicep. Felt the muscle tense under his tuxedo.

"Look at me," he commanded again.

I did. And I saw myself reflected in his eyes—wanting. Desperate. This close to shattering.

"Leo, I'm going to—"

Shh.. He silenced me. Thrusting his fingers into my swollen dripping pussy. Driving me to the edge of madness.

"Fuckkkkkk-"

"I know." His fingers curled inside me, hitting something that made my vision blur. "Now, let go, baby. I've got you."

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. Sudden. Violent. My body spasmed against the door, I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. His fingers kept moving,curling inside me. Fast, hard, kept working me through it, and I came undone around him.

"That's it," he whispered. "That's my girl. So good for me. So fucking perfect."

I came down gasping. Legs weak. My body still trembling.

And then he pulled his hand away. Brought his fingers to his mouth. Licked them clean. Watching me the whole time.

"That's just the beginning," he said.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.

My breath caught. He was kneeling on the dusty floor of a storage room, looking up at me like I was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

His hands found my thighs. Pushed my dress up higher. His fingers hooked the edges of my panties.

"Lift your foot," he ordered.

I did. He pulled them down one leg. Then the other. I stepped out of them, wobbling on my heels.

He used one hand to steady me.

And then his mouth came crashing on my inner thigh.

Hot. Wet. Lingering. He kissed the sensitive skin there, his tongue tracing a path higher.

"You taste like champagne," he murmured against my skin. "And something sweeter."

"Leo—"

"Shh." His lips moved higher. "Let me take my time. I've waited years for this."

His tongue found me. Just a flick. Just the barest touch. "Leo-" I cried out and swallowed it.

He lapped at me slow. Broad strokes. His tongue parting me, tasting me, savoring me.

I fisted his hair. Pulled. "Mmm," His groan vibrated against my flesh, sending shockwaves through my body.

"More," I gasped my hips jerk violently. "Please, more!."

He pushed his tongue deep inside me, hard, slurping every single drop of my wetness. His nose pressed against my clit, and the sensation was overwhelming—the heat, the wet, the depth of him.

"Leooo—"

"I've dreamed about this," he said, his voice muffled against me. "Waking up with your taste on my tongue."

"His fingers joined his tongue. Two of them pushing inside me, curling, finding that spot again. His mouth on my clit. "Schlurppp. Schlurpp." Sucking. Licking. Devouring.

I was already close. Too close. The buildup was unbearable.

"I'm— I'm going to—"

"Come on my tongue," he said. "Right now."

That was it. The command broke me. "Oh. My. Leo-" My orgasm ripped through me, violent, breathtaking, as I cried out—a sound I couldn't swallow—while he ate me violently through it, swallowing all my juice as it gushed out.

My legs gave out. He caught me, pressing his forehead to my stomach, holding me up.

"Breathe," he said. "Just breathe."

I did. In. Out. My body still shaking.

He looked up at me. His lips were wet. Glossy. His eyes were dark.

"Now," he said, standing slowly. "I'm going to stand up, fuck you against this door, and send you back out there like nothing happened."

His hands found my hips. He turned me around, pressing my front to the door. My cheek against the cool wood. My hands against the surface.

I heard his belt unbuckling. The zipper of his pants. The sound of foil.

And then his bare skin pressed against my back. His length against my thigh.

I feel something throbbing at my entrance. "Glck," I gulp down fast. Heat spooled between my thighs. I was dripping again. So fucking horny for my new brother-in-law.

"Tell me you want this," he said, his mouth against my ear.

"I want it."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Leo. I've always wanted you."

He pushed inside me. Slow. Inch by inch.

I felt everything. The stretch. The fullness. The way he filled me completely. "Fuck. Meee," I moaned, loud, and his hand immediately clamped over my mouth.

"Shhh," he breathed against my ear. "Remember? They'll hear."

But he didn't stop.

"Squelch." He pulled out slow. Pushed in slow. Each movement deliberate. Each stroke hitting deeper. I barely could hold on.

"Feel that?" he asked. "Feel how perfectly you take me?"

I nodded against his hand. Tears pricking my eyes. The pleasure was unbearable.

"You're so tight," he groaned. "So perfect. I could stay inside you forever."

His rhythm quickened. Just slightly. The slapping sounds filled the room. His hand moved from my mouth to my breast, squeezing, his thumb finding my nipple.

"Touch yourself," he commanded thrusting deeper with abandon. "I want to feel you come around me."

My hand slid down my stomach. Found my clit. I circled it, stroking it fast, pressure building, the feeling of him inside me and his voice in my ear and the sound of his breathing. The wet slapping sound combined with the slapping sounds of his balls slamming into my dripping pussy.

"Yes. Milk me baby, " he grunted. Hard slamming into me. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Circling my pussy like he was Leonardo and I was his Mona Lisa.

"Leo!, I—" I could barely stand. Could barely think anymore.

"Now, baby!. Come for me."

And I did. With his name on my lips and his body buried inside me and the thump of my sister's wedding playing on the other side of the door.

His hips stuttered. Front. Back a little. Front again. Faster.

"Grghhh, "He pulled out fast. His hand still on his cock, he stroked faster, his grunt hardened. "Fuckkkk," his let it out as he sprayed his milk on my lower back—hot, wet and filthy.

We stood there. Breathing. Tangled. The world outside forgotten.

Then his hands found a towel. He cleaned me gently. Zipped my dress slowly with gentleness that had been lost minutes ago. His fingers found my hair, fixed them. This man wasn’t going to let me touch or fix myself. He kissed my forehead.

"You go first," he said. "I'll wait."

I turned to look at him. His lips were swollen. His eyes soft.

"Meet me in the coatroom at midnight," he said.

"Why?"

His hand cupped my face. Thumb stroking my cheek.

"Because I'm not done with you."

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