Kya
Leonard unlocked the door, and before I could shut it behind me, he had me off my feet. As he turned with me in his arms, he caught the door and shut it with his foot.
“I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“I’m not upset. It’s okay, really. I think it’s all the stress getting to me. The tour, the wedding, all of it. I want to just relax and hold you and forget all about it until tomorrow.”
He brought me to the bedroom and placed me on the bed where I lay unbuttoning my blouse as he undid his pants and kicked off his shoes.
My shoes fell to the floor in two light thuds, and then I leaned up to pull my top from my shoulders as Leonard removed his shirt. Before I could make it to my pants, he reached forward, hooking fingers into my waistband to pull them down.
He straddled my knees and then rubbed my hip. “I should go and draw that bath, hm?”
I reached up and held his arm, pulling him down closer to me. “I think it can wait another few minutes.” Our lips crushed together, moving and mingling against one another’s as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. Mine went to his ass, pulling him closer, and he cupped my breast, moving down to pull my tight nipple into his teeth.
I gave a soft moan as he bit gently, sending a tingle of pleasure through me. “That’s right. I love that sound. I’ve missed it so much. I don’t think I ever want you to be away as long as you were this last time. I’m going to have to learn how to manage my time, so I can be there with you.”
I brought my hand up his back and to his shoulder. “Or, I could not take as many shows. I’ve talked to Sadie about it. We both agree it might be best to wait a little while after she has the baby, like at least a year. Without me touring, it will give me some more studio time.”
“How would you like a studio here?”
“Here?” The sound of that turned me on more than he knew, and I rubbed my hips upward as he pressed his thick erection into my middle.
“Yeah, I thought we might do one in the basement. We have that entire space down there going to waste. You don’t even use it for laundry.”
“That would be nice. I’ve thought about it before but just never wanted to hire anyone.”
“I’ll take care of it. It can be a wedding gift from me.” He moved his hips, his rock-hard cock sliding between my lips and teasing at my channel.
I loved him so much, and he always thought of the sweetest gifts and wanted to do things to make me happy. I wished I had something I could do for him. “I don’t have a gift for you, Leo.”
He moved his hips, rolling them so hard, his hipbone ground into mine. “Yes, you do, and I’m about to take it.” His voice was barely a whisper, and it sent chills down my spine, the aching in my core intensifying with need.
He reached down and centered himself at my entrance, moving slowly into me, inching himself until he was buried deep.
He filled me up, my lips stretched tight around him, and then he moved, his hips working slowly, grazing each and every tender spot on his way in and out. He had me over the edge in no time, and as I writhed beneath him, he stifled my moans with his mouth, kissing me hard.
All of a sudden, he rolled us over, his hands resting on my hips as he moved me up and down on his cock. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” His pace quickened, and soon, he was filling me up, his seed warm as wax as it shot into me. I pressed my hands on his shoulders and rode him in a quick, steady pace, my tits bouncing up and down, slapping together, until he reached up and cupped them both. I moaned as he squeezed, and then my release soaked him too.
He rose up and brought his mouth to my breasts, his tongue licking, flicking my tight, little buds. “Let me go run that bath. We’ll get good and relaxed for round two.”
“That sounds good.” I wanted the intimate time with him, and it was strange knowing the next time we were together like this, we’d be married.
I moved off of him, and he took my hand as he led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get the water set. Then, I’ll turn on the jets.” He turned on the water as I sat on the edge of the large tub and watched. He was so handsome, so tall, and even though I would always see my special Leonard from school, I could see him now for the man he was, a man who cared deeply for his family, loved me and his daughter fiercely, and would do anything for us.
“That should do it. Won’t be long now.”
I got up and went to the bathroom closet. “I’ll get us some towels.” I chose the two largest, fluffiest towels we had because I knew he liked them best.
When the water was set, he turned on the jets and reached for my hand. Then, he helped me up the steps and into the water. Before I could sit, he stepped in behind me, and I settled between his legs. His stiff cock rested in my crack, digging into my back. I nudged against it, and he chuckled.
“Already so eager,” he said.
“I’m always eager for you, Leonard.” I always would be. There wasn’t anyone in the world who made me feel as good as he did, and not just in a sexual way, but good about myself, about who I was and who I wanted to be for him and with him in my life. I couldn’t have asked for a better father for my child and husband, and I felt truly blessed.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. “Maybe a little anxious. Are you?”
“Same,” he shrugged. “Isn’t it strange? The two of us make a living working a crowd, and yet when it comes to standing up and taking our vows, we’re anxious.”
“I do feel like I do when I get ready for a show. Only this is a much smaller crowd, which is sometimes more intimidating only because it’s a lot easier for me to be aware of who’s focused on me.”
He moved my hair to one side, exposing my neck. “That doesn’t make much sense. I’d rather have to worry about sixty people focused on me than hundreds or even thousands.”
“You only say that because you haven’t worked a trial in front of thousands.” I laughed, and he kissed my shoulders. He reached around and cupped my breasts and then dipped his hand down into the water to rub my mound.
“You’re a goddess on stage. I get turned on thinking about how hot you look when you perform.” He nudged himself closer, his thick cock pressed tight against me.
Our tub was so large, I could easily turn around and straddle him, so that’s just what I did, only I didn’t sit on his cock just yet. Instead, I straddled his legs and gripped it, stroking it nice and slow, feeling him harden even more, growing in my hands even more.
“It’s a grower. And it’s ready for you.” He rocked his hips softly as I stroked him, kneading his balls in my palm as I worked it base to tip.
I moved back in the water and leaned down to take the head into my mouth, and he turned off the water and raised his hips up out of it to give me better access. I relaxed my throat, taking him to the back of my mouth, his thick head locking behind my tonsils.
He held me there, moving his hips up and down to fuck my mouth. He moaned and reached down to play with my nipples, and then he pulled me up and kissed my mouth. “I want inside of you, Kya. I need to feel your tight, little slit on my cock.” His arm came around my waist, and I moved closer, straddling him, centering him at my entrance as I lowered myself down, grinding against his base.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hissed.
I rode him hard, and he held on to me, and when I didn’t think I could go on and the bathwater had turned cold, he moved me off him and got to his feet. “Let’s go to the shower where it’s warmer. I want to put you on the wall.”
I loved it when he did that, and I smiled, taking his hand as he led me to it. He turned the hot on and then added a little cold before I stepped inside as the steam filled the room. He brought me closer, his mouth landing on my breast as his hands roamed and his fingers explored, plunging deep into my slit, stroking my walls and making me shudder as another release rushed through me.
My walls quaked, milking him, my back falling against the cool tile. I threw my legs around him as he lifted me up and stepped between them. He impaled me with his cock, and then bounced me up and down. When our legs were good and ready to give out again, he put me down, and I turned to face the wall. I looked over my shoulder, tilting my ass up to brush against the head of his cock, which jutted proudly from his hips still in need of attention. I rubbed my ass against it, and he leaned down, licking my tight star as he pressed his fingers into my channel.
Then he rose up, his fingers moving to tease my clit as he pushed his cock into me, tapping my G-spot with each and every thrust.
We worked ourselves into a frenzy, and I felt all of the stress and urgency melting away as we both came, him filling my channel as I spasmed through my orgasm, milking and clenching until we both stilled and moved to the floor where he held me as a steady stream of hot water flowed over us.
After a few minutes, I didn’t want to move, not even when the water started to cool. He turned off the water and reached around to grab our towels. He pulled them around us, kissing my damp shoulder and rubbing my back in soothing strokes.
It was nice just sitting there together. “I don’t think I can move.”
“I know I don’t want to,” he said. “But we probably should. I’m sure if this feels amazing, then the bed is going to be fucking amazing.”
We shared a laugh, and then he helped me up, and we dried off, walking to the bed where we climbed under the covers, both still supple from the water. We used our bodies to get warm, and soon I was comfortable, content to sleep knowing that I loved Leo with everything in me.