Love For Her

Leon's mouth was on hers, and his hands, calloused but gentle, groped and massaged her breasts as if trying to memorize them. Ashley moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff manhood nudging into her thigh, and her hands gripped his shoulders more tightly. He leaned upward, his naked, hot torso letting off steam in the cold of the room, and pulled Ashley into the gap between himself and the bed, kissing her firmly and with a passion.

When his mouth left hers for the warm crook of her nape, she breathed his name reverently into his ear, causing the skin on his back to tingle, and he wetly kissed her neck in response. One of his hands found its way down Ashley's shivering body, positioning itself between her prone legs, and stroking her sex gently and maddeningly. She cried out in shock and pleasure, and nuzzled her face against Leon's jaw unconsciously.

Ashley responded to every lap and twitch of his fingers, no matter how subtle. It was obvious she hadn't been touched much at all, or at least not by anyone who knew what they were doing. Slowly, he reached for the elastic waistband of her innocent, unbesmirched white panties, and with only a small pause to allow Ashley time to object, should she desire, slipped his hand underneath their softness.

Ashley moaned with a volume that could almost be described as loud compared to the soft, kitteny mewls she'd been letting out, earlier, as she felt Leon's masterful fingers slip into her wetness and begin to massage her where she was most sensitive. She was absolutely dripping, at this point, and instinctively knew that, under the expert manipulations of her bodyguard, she would likely last a minute at most.

She was moaning his name, now, each time stoking the insistent fire in Leon's loins, and her face was planted firmly on the side of his neck, her lips moving against the warm skin. She squirmed, now, her back arched, bucking up against Leon's hand in ecstasy, her sweet keening coming to a peak as she came, hard, rocking against Leon and clutching at him desperately.

Leon groaned and rolled himself on top of the teenage girl beside him, kissing her fiercely and causing her breath to catch in her throat.

"Leon!" she cried out, in surprise, which turned to a gasp of arousal as Leon's rock-hard member pressed against her, with nothing between them but a flimsy fabric barrier. Leon ground his hips against Ashley's needfully, grunting with the pleasure it brought him, and immensely enjoying the effect it had on her.

Her hands caressed his back and vainly tried to smooth his hair behind his ear. Her mouth found his again, and he slipped his tongue past her lips, calling her own tongue out to play. With his hands, he reached down to undo his fly and free his aching cock from its dark prison. He took his face from Ashley's, and the two of them panted, their hot breath turning to white vapour in the night air. The red tinged lust that hung in the room stopped moving for a moment, to allow a second or two of rational thought some breathing space.

"Is this okay, Ashley?" Leon asked huskily, resisting the urge to kiss her again. He wanted her to answer honestly, without any kind of encouragement on his part. He looked into her hazel eyes, so young and innocent, but so full of need and lust. Lust for him. Need for what they were about to do. She bit her lip shyly, and nodded.

"Yes."

The word sent a shock through Leon's body that brought him a peg closer to orgasm. He all but pounced on the young woman beneath him, ravaging her mouth with his tongue, and caressing her naked body with a desperately exploratory motion that was almost pawing. He reached down between her legs again, and stroked her wet sex with his two forefingers, gathering up some of her natural lubrication and applying it liberally to his throbbing head and shaft.

Leaning down toward her, he pressed himself forward into her womanhood, parting it gently with two fingers to allow his sizeable cock room in her snug opening. As her wet warmth enveloped him, he let a moan escape his lips. Inch by inch, he buried himself within her, deep and deeper, until he could go no further. He stopped, savouring the tight, hot feeling. Only then did he realise that Ashley's eyes were clenched shut. He started.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked, brushing her bangs away from her furrowed brows.

"No," she whispered, and kissed him, allowing herself to relax, "I'm fine. It feels...really good."

Her words found their way into Leon's head and rattled there for a while, echoing and repeating, each time causing his libido to twitch happily. He breathed out quickly, half-mirthfully, and pressed his mouth against hers.

"Tell me to stop if you need me to," he breathed into her mouth, before slowly pulling himself back out of her. She nodded vaguely, as if to indicate that she would never want him to stop, no matter how much he may need to. When the head of Leon's cock was all that remained inside of her was when he began to force his way back in.

He was inside of her; gloriously, shamelessly inside her, thrusting, pounding, throbbing passion running through them like a waterfall of lust, surrounding them with its elicit eddies and sensual swirling. Ashley moaned now, with no regard as to who might possibly hear them, crying out his name and clutching at his shoulders for dear life as he made love to her. His breath was hot and searing on her neck, every sexual breath lingering in Ashley's ear and on her skin, making her tingle and causing her body to react on its own, arching up against him like some poor creature in heat.

Then his thrusts were getting deeper, harder, faster, and she cried out as their mouths merged, their tongues intermingling in the brackish combination of their shared ecstasy. He pounded into her, breathlessly slapping against her as their bodies reunited, pumping in and out like a well-oiled machine gone loco.

"Ashley," he moaned, his face digging into her nape as he felt the first telltale spasms in his loins. Remembering himself, he reluctantly but quickly removed himself from Ashley's tight, moist cunt, and began to rub his cock furiously with one experienced hand, the other one harshly groping one of her breasts. Breathy turned to outright vocal as Leon's teeth clenched, his balls flattened against his cock, and he sent the first spurt of liquid orgasm flying out onto Ashley's beautifully bare torso. It landed, as white and pristine as a line of unlaced cocaine, and was crisscrossed immediately by a second, and then a third. Leon lost count somewhere after the fourth mind-wracking spasm, and rocked back onto his haunches, barely able to remain upright, much less erect.

"Oh, God," he moaned, massaging the last lonely droplets of come out of his sated manhood. Ashley was cooing, now, reaching forward for Leon's sweating body. He leaned forward to kiss the sweet young thing beneath him, stopping here and there for a breath, and to allow her to gingerly - and reluctantly - wipe her smooth skin clean of Leon's love for her.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her in close to cradle her in the concave warmth and safety and comfort of his chest, and her hands found their way to his chest and head, stroking him gently, tenderly, lovingly. Her lips pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, and another to keep it company, and she then lay the bare skin of her face onto Leon's sweat-slicked shoulder, and sighed happily.

As she finally slipped into sleep, a true, decent sleep, sugared over with pleasant dreams, a small sound escaped her parted lips.

"Leon..."