“Leo.” “Hmm …” he says, my nipple between his teeth. I stop rocking back and forth on him. “Is love being so afraid to lose it you’re terrified to put words to it or admit it?” My boob falls from his mouth, and his hand cups the side of my face. “Yeah, babe, yeah.” “I, um … I—” “I know.” He takes my breast in his hand again. “Perfect. Fucking perfect.” Rocking back and forth. I feel him hit that spot. “Oh. My. God.” “So tight. So fucking tight.” He grips my hips then releases his hold quicky. “Sorry.” “Feels … good. More. I want more.” “You feel so damn good. So good. So fucking wet. So
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