I exhale when Leo's fingers stick inside of me, playing with my clit and teasing me with little seductive motions. His fingers are always so delicate, yet I can't help but moan and heavily pant when they slide in.
«Oh, Leo,» I groan.
My hands are gripping his shoulders and trying to pull him closer. Yet, he resists. He doesn't bow down to kiss me, even if I beg with my eyes.
«Leo,» I repeat. «Please, Leo...»
I lift my head from the mattress and try forcing my lips onto his, but he backs away.
«I said we should be slower,» he reminds me.
«No,» I murmur, trying once again.
Meanwhile, his fingers stop moving. He retreats his hand down on my thigh, and I bite my lower lip in disappointment.
I try once again to reach for his trousers, but a single glare is enough to halt me. However, not content with having an obedient girl following his wishes and being tortured with all this waiting, he blocks my wrists down with a hand.
