Chapter 88: Chapter 88

I never expected this. When I got to Vicenzo's apartment, I guess I wanted to tease LeBlanc. But that was our game, right? Push each other to the limit.

I part my lips to answer him, and at that moment he kisses me. My hands automatically move up to her hair, as if they know the way. My mouth welcomes his tongue, with a taste of mint and sarcasm. The only time we don't pin each other is when we're on fire.

I gasp, worrying about so many things and not being able to express them. The feeling is that we are doing something wrong. And because it's wrong, it excites me.

He bends down, grabs the back of my thighs and straightens up. Hug your back with my legs. LeBlanc's hands are on my ass, and even though I shouldn't – and God knows I shouldn't – I feel good. I feel like your hands are made for every groove in my body.

Turning around, he accompanies me on his knees to the bed. I smile against his mouth, because I've never been so promiscuous in my life. Smiling too, because I never thought I would want to be. LeBlanc kisses me one last time before throwing my body on the mattress. He remains standing on the edge of the bed, watching me.

He is not an expressive man. Rather the opposite. It's still impossible to read your mind. But today, in particular, I can observe each of the ideas that your head projects. I can follow his eyes roaming my body, even though I'm still dressed. I can see his jaw clench, the vein in his neck bulge, sweat start to form on his forehead...

- You don't know what to do with me, do you? - incite.

A slight smile crosses his mouth, then I anticipate a sarcastic comment.

- I don't know – he puts his hands on the bed, next to my head, then puts his knees down – But I can know – whispers LeBlanc, positioning himself between my legs.

LeBlanc kisses me again, this time more demanding. I always feel like he's in control, and knowing that I can push his limits gives me a certain satisfaction.

I run my hands behind his back. There's a lot of fabric between us, but that doesn't stop my imagination. I know how defined her back is and how much the sight of her shook me earlier today.

Maybe I should have more reserves. Maybe he should demand an apology before giving in. However, now all I do is pull the trench coat off her shoulders. LeBlanc helps me remove the garment, dropping it somewhere on the floor, our lips never parting. Then I move on to his shirt, unbuttoning my trembling hands.

LeBlanc only leaves my lips when he heads for my neck. He rubs against me sucking my skin, creating reactions that I didn't even know my body was capable of producing. I find myself lifting my hips, intensifying the friction.

- If you want me to stop, say so - he whispers, but I feel his smile against my skin, and that tells me he knows I won't ask him to stop - But, Angelica. .. - His beard brushes my throat as he dives into the water curvature of my neck. My toes curl against the sheet – Please show me your limits – your warm breath is enough to make me shiver. Then his lips spring into action, kissing my skin along my neck – Show me how much you can take.

He grabs the hem of the shirt and pulls it up, jerking it off me. Hunger flashes in his eyes as he stares at my exposed breasts. First, her soft fingers trace a line around the nipples, leaving them lit. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. My body language begs him to go on and take me beyond all limits because right now I don't want to be rational. I just want to feel.

LeBlanc bends over. His tongue brushes again, sliding down her throat, over her knees and over her breasts. His hand holds my breast, while his mouth sucks and licks the other.

I roll my eyes, throwing my head back.

"That's good," I breathe.

He continues downward, with occasional kisses and sucks. His mouth rests on my stomach, then his two hands stimulate my breasts. Not even an inch of skin goes unnoticed.

LeBlanc kisses my belly, just below my navel, then stands up. I'm about to protest, but he catches his fingers on the sides of his sweatpants. The protest dies before it leaves my lips as Aaron begins to undress me. I tilt my hips to make it easier for him and he winks at me.

I hope a skeptical thought crosses my mind. Common sense prevents me from continuing. Let sermons on good conduct have some effect.

Nothing happens.

LeBlanc pulls my pants off, subsequently throwing them to the floor. Being completely naked, I close my legs. I'm not really embarrassed, but I admit that I don't know what to do next.

His eyes roam my body until they meet mine. I never really knew what lust meant, but LeBlanc would be a good example. He remains standing, motionless, just to look at me completely. My legs are shaking even without his touch. Your mere presence is enough to make me weak.

“Angelique…” he sighs. The change in her voice when she says my name completely betrays her attempt at control - This is what you are made for - LeBlanc pulls my knees apart, as gently as she can - Made for me.

He takes off his own belt. For a second, I think he's going to be naked too. Fair enough, considering I'm completely open. Meanwhile, LeBlanc grabs my wrists and begins to tie them with his belt.

I should probably be scared right now. But all I manage is a nervous smile. LeBlanc attaches the other end of the belt to the headboard, making me, if possible, more vulnerable.

It hovers over me. Her clothed body touches mine, naked and waiting. LeBlanc slides down, only stopping when his face is between my legs. I stare at him, and his cat eyes make me more anxious. His broad shoulders force me to spread my legs further apart. I look at his mouth and all possible images cross my mind.

How would it...

He licks the inside of my right thigh and I collapse on the bed. The hot breath blowing on my skin, in this area completely sensitive and wet. The rough feel of the beard makes me throb. I close my eyes tightly and try to do the same with my legs. I know what he's going to do, and part of me wants to push him away because I'm embarrassed.

My body still buzzes with anticipation as he slowly slides his tongue between my legs. Your gaze makes me feel on top. I sense your reaction to me as if there is nothing better in the world, as if I am providing you with something that is otherwise impossible to obtain.

I was made for this. Made for him.

- Yes... - I try to pull on my wrists, but they're very well attached to the headboard - That's fine.

His tongue swirls around my clitoris, then up and down. I avoid looking down because I know his eyes are on me; devouring my every moan. I push my hips up, and in response he sucks me harder.

My stomach tightens as the pleasure mounts. The soft wisps of her hair brush against the sensitive insides of my thighs. The blood beats in every millimeter of my body.

His lips pay special attention to my clitoris, sucking with devotion and demand, as if he would never have enough. My mind burns as I writhe under him. His hands hold my hips in place as his tongue licks, sucks, explores and invades me.

- Aaron - his name slips from my lips with such naturalness and need that it seems like we've always done this - I need...

His mouth stops sucking on me and my body immediately misses him. He climbs, crawling over my body. His face hovers over mine and he licks his lips.

- Say it - he asks. His middle and ring fingers slide around my lips and I part them. LeBlanc pushes his fingers into my mouth. His eyes sparkle as I take him, swirling my tongue around his fingers, sucking. I feel his strong breath hitting my face, and it makes me satisfied. He is as affected as me. Your fingers leave my mouth, without warning, and down - Tell me you have to come.

I swallow all the words when he touches me. This time his fingers circle my already sensitive clit, then tease my entrance. The sensation is painful and soft, brutal and delicate at the same time. His fingers fill me up and I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

LeBlanc grabs my neck, forcing me to face him. I can avoid the screams, but not the moans. He kisses me, but I'm unable to respond. This time, your mouth also tastes like me. My tongue moves awkwardly over hers because I have no control over myself.

His chest brushes mine as we move in unison. There is sweat on his forehead, running down his chest and soaking his hair.

“Tell me you want to come,” he repeats, between two kisses and his fingers in and out of me.

"I really want to come," I whisper.

LeBlanc smiles and I find myself doing the same. Your finger tilted slightly upward, to the point of greatest pleasure in me, makes circular movements. I squirm, trying to close my legs. My moans echo through the room and I rock my hips against his hand, wishing with all my might to feel this again.

- Aaron – I sigh, searching for his lips – My God! My body reached its limit, stifling a scream against his mouth, and throbbing in his fingers.

The orgasm runs through my body like an electric current. I close my eyes, feeling myself implode. My breathing is uneven, as are my thoughts. My legs are shaking, so I let them collapse.

Aaron stays above me for a few seconds, breathing the same air as me. His hand loosens around my throat and his fingers leave me. Our eyes stay connected as the haze of pleasure and desire rises around us. Little by little, we came back to reality.

LeBlanc stands up. I look at him, a little anxious. I have a brief idea of what is happening now, but with him everything is always new. However, contrary to my sordid thoughts, he begins to button his shirt.

I still catch my breath when he finishes closing the buttons. My eyes, not so innocent anymore, watch the bulge in his pants.

"Let's go," he said suddenly.

I look up until I find his face. LeBlanc looks at me with obvious smugness, knowing that I admire his physique. He's that kind of man; who knows exactly who he is, and that's why he's arrogant.

I stare at the bedroom ceiling. I'm too tired to argue.

"No," I'm just saying.

- What? - he looks at me. Both eyebrows furrowed.

- I won't leave here unless you ask me decently.

I know I'm stuck and, in theory, I have no choice. But he knew that I hate to obey, and yet he decided to redeem me. And besides, he decided to come get me. Twice.

When he arrived he was ready to pull me by the hair. I know it. However, there's nothing like a woman's crotch to change a man's mind.

"Does that mean..." he mused.

- I won't teach you to be people.

- He is fine. Fair enough - LeBlanc climbs onto the bed. (He unties the belt from the headboard, passing my wrists.) Can we go to my house now, Angelic? - question. I raise an eyebrow. I deserve a more decent request - Please? – he amends.

I sit on the bed.

- Clear.

We exit through the main doors of the building. Outside, LeBlanc is holding my forearm, not my hand. As if I was a child about to run away.

I watch passers-by. My hair is disheveled, stuck in a twist, and there are several parts of my body that are red. I wonder if these people can guess what I was doing, and the thought makes me ashamed.

Of all the cars parked on the sidewalk, I recognize his. Today LeBlanc woke up and felt like he was driving a Tesla. Surprisingly, me too.

"I want to drive," I mumble. He's facing me from above, and every time we're in that position, I wonder how tall he is.

LeBlanc sighs. He doesn't want to please me, but at the same time, he doesn't want to run into me and see me running away again when I turn my back on him.

“Calm down,” he says, then hands over his key card.

I frown. However, I grab the key before he changes his mind. I've always liked directing, but I've had few opportunities. When I was in my early teens and all my classmates were road running, I couldn't participate. I always had a driver and personal security. I didn't even consider the possibility of running away, because at the time I thought Elliot would love me a little more if I was as faithful as my mother.

LeBlanc walks me to the driver's door, opens it, and waits for me to get in. He's a gentleman when he's not an asshole.

"Thank you," I whisper. He closes the door and walks to the other side.

LeBlanc gets in next to me, and his first move is to put on his seatbelt. I follow suit. This done, I start the car and engage in city traffic.

We haven't spoken much since we left Vicenzo's apartment. It still seems strange that we ended up like this. But, thinking about it, what could we say? That I like yours? Not even!

- How did you know I was here? I ask.

- You are predictable.

Traffic is smooth, although it doesn't allow me to run as much as I would like.

- I can't say the same about you.

- There's not much to know about me – he looks out the window; for trees, people, buildings.

"I don't even know the basics about you." I smiled. Not because I thought it was funny, but because I thought it was weird. I should know a little more before I spread my legs – Your age, for example.

- 29 – he said without doing much – 30 next month.

- Do you have a middle name?

- Do not answer. He tries to adjust his T-shirt, which is so wrinkled it doesn't even look like it's an item in Aaron LeBlanc's closet.

The person...

So he probably doesn't want to talk about family.

"Hometown", I continue.

- San Diego.

- Are you american? – I raise my eyebrows – But you have a European accent.

- I was young when I went to England.

I don't want to cross-examine, however, this is the first time we've had a productive conversation. No beards or double meanings. I want to know something about him because he knows everything about me without even asking me.

- Height.

- It is important ? – he sniffles – Two meters.

That's why your fingers are so long.

Shit, Angelique. Where does this thought come from?

I purse my lips so as not to risk my thoughts escaping. Full focus on traffic. Enough information for today.

"Good," I mumble, closing the subject.