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Leon was twenty minutes out. 

You stood in the elevator, headed up to the twelfth floor apartment he kept just outside of D.C. He’d been gone for three weeks on assignment, but back in the states for the last five days under strict quarantine. Something about making sure a virus cleared up. Your boyfriend messaged you a few hours ago, letting you know he would be returning home this evening and would like you to spend the night at his place. 

You were excited to see him. The last time you were together, things didn’t go according to his plan. You had absolutely no complaints, but you knew he wanted to make the night special, and you threw a wrench into that. 

 You couldn’t help yourself.  The plan was to go out on the town, maybe get a drink at the neighborhood bar. You were finishing up getting ready in the bathroom mirror when Leon stepped out of the shower, with just a towel slung over his slim hips. Rivulets of water running down his pecs and chiseled abs, just asking you to lick them away. You were content with just ogling, then he took the towel off. 

Something in you snapped and you had to have him right then and there. 

Little did you know, Leon had plans, and that wrecked all of them. He wanted to have a long night of touching and caressing, kissing and teasing. But one blowjob sent that all down your throat.

 As long as you’ve known your boyfriend, who was pushing fifty, there's been a stamina difference. Sure he could run eight miles in an hour, but when it came to you, the man was wiped out. 

You never minded the age difference. You only ever noticed it in the bedroom, and he more than made up for it in other ways. 

The elevator dinged for his floor, and you entered the space. Leon wasn’t a flashy guy. The only reason he got the Porsche was because the government was paying for it, and you convinced him to make their pockets hurt. 

His apartment was a similar story. Minimalist, clean lines, dark floors, and massive windows overlooking most of the city. He had no need for a two bedroom, the man could probably live out of a closet, but it's not like he was paying for it. 

You still had some time before he was due home. You have been communicating on his burner phone he took with him on missions. The last week in the government facility had him going a little stir crazy. The only things keeping him busy were paperwork and blood tests, which couldn’t be that exciting. 

Heading through to the primary bathroom, the last place you’d seen Leon before his mission, to set down your weekend bag. You blushed at the tiled floor. Remembering how Leon’s moans echoed off the walls of the room. The way his hips stuttered, sending his cock deeper in your throat. 

That next morning he flew out for his assignment. He wanted to spend more time with you, inside of you, snuggled beside you, but scheduling did not allow. One orgasm usually was all you needed, but you knew Leon was accustomed to going above and beyond. With him getting older, coupled with your libido, he was relegated to only being able to go one round. You always told him to be thankful, because some men can’t even get it up, he did not like that joke. 

You had a few moments to get ready for his return. Last week you found the perfect lingerie set for the occasion. Powder blue chiffon babydoll negligee with matching panties, the ruffled trim hits at the top of your thighs, giving just a peak of the cheeky satin beneath. It wasn’t the sexiest thing in the shop, but you knew Leon would like this one. He never would admit it, liking something so frivolous. Probably say something along the lines of how he likes you naked the best, but he went wild for a matching panty set, didn’t have to be lingerie. Anytime the man saw you in matching undergarments, he pounced on you.

The material of the top shifted against your skin, fluttering across your legs.You could already feel yourself responding to being back in that room. 

Remembering the way his abs flexed as he tried not to come on your soft tongue. The grip he had on your hair, practically fucking himself with your mouth. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie, feeling your clit begin to throb. You wanted to make it up to him, create a perfect mood for however he’d like the night to go.

Heart racing, you made your way out to the main room of the apartment. He should be getting home any minute, so you arrange yourself on the couch in sight of the front door. The cool leather making your naked legs prickle with goosebumps, and tightening your nipples against the thin material of the negligee. 

The mechanized locks on the door began to disengage, and the door swung open. Leon’s heavy boots thud on the tile floor as he steps inside. His eyes instantly find you perched on the couch. He's wearing the same clothes he left in, a tight compression shirt and black cargo pants, his shoulder holster and gun belt still on. The case for the Requiem in his left gloved hand. He looks tired, the DSO lodging not ideal for the past five days compounded with the three weeks of nonstop action weighing heavy on him, slumping his shoulders with exhaustion. 

He stood staring at you, taking you in. He let out a long sigh and let his gaze travel down your scantily clad form. The sheer fabric of your negligee not revealing everything, just giving away the vague curve of your body, beckoning him to come and see.

“Hey sweetheart.” He let out with a sigh. 

As he starts toward you, leaving his gun case next to the locked door. With each step he took toward you, his shoulders lift and his gaze darkens. 

He took his time moving toward the couch, the tension increasing the closer he came to you. 

“What’s got you so dressed up?” His tone was clipped, but this was normal post mission Leon, it took time for him to deconstruct those walls he built around himself, to come back down to Earth. 

“It’s your welcome home party.” you smiled up at him through your lashes, hoping he’d jump on you that second, but he was more reserved than usual. You pat the cushion beside you, inviting him to join you. 

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he slumped to the couch. He reached across you and practically lifted you into his lap to straddle his huge thighs. 

He never made any mention to the size of your body, you very rarely were the smallest person in the room. Nevertheless Leon always made you feel delicate and dainty. Always telling you how attractive he found you, and definitely showing you how attractive he found you.  You’ve never had anyone else manhandle you in this way, at least not without breaking a sweat. 

  You took his face in your hands, rubbing the light stubble that had grown there. Leon usually kept his face clean shaven, so it was a nice change to see him this way. He melted into your touch, closing his eyes and letting another tired sigh loose. You ran your hands down his neck and sculpted chest. He wrapped his muscle-corded arms around your waist, pulling you closer in his lap, dragging your ever-dampening panties over the hard seam of his crotch. The kiss he gave you was light, hesitant.

 It was everything you were missing these long weeks, him holding you in his big arms, he was here, he was safe. You looped your arms around his neck and leaned in to deepen the kiss, but Leon pulled back, holding you with his hands on your ribs. 

Leaning back to look him in the eyes, which held a small light of mischief. 

“Whats a party without presents?” he said with more of a smile in his voice. 

This confused you further, it's not like Leon was stopping into gift shops on his missions, and he’s never brought you anything before, but it was nice he was still thinking of you while he was away. 

“Close your eyes, and hold out your hands.” His smile was replaced by the command, sending shivers right to your core.

Leon was stalling for something, you didn’t know what. The way his gloved hands moved against you made your head swim, sending tingles to your limbs. You missed him all this time, with only your fingers and vibrators to give you relief. You wanted him to quit drawing this out. 

Usually, when Leon returns home from his missions, he’s on you the instant your eyes meet. He must have something specific in mind, something you’ll probably like. 

 You obeyed, letting your eyes fall shut, and holding your palms up. 

“You brought me something from your mission? Leon, you really didn’t have to.” You said. 

“I didn’t.” He said simply, as you felt the cool metal close around your wrists.

Your eyes flew open, pulling back to see your hands bound by a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. 

“I’m missing something, how is this a present?” You look at Leon, a small self-satisfied smile written on his face. He reached under the hem of your negligee to splay his hands over your ass, his fingers slowly rubbing the edges of your panties. The leather of his gloves massaging small circles into your skin making your eyes roll back and your breathing stutter. A small chuckle rising from his chest. 

“I never said it was a gift for you.” he pulled you closer by your hips, grinding your core against the growing bulge in his pants. “I thought you needed a lesson in keeping your hands to yourself.” 

You could feel the heat rising in your face. He might not have been mad, but he'd been thinking about getting back at you. Had he been thinking about this for a while? Where’d he get the handcuffs? These questions swirled around your mind, trying to find a way to maintain the upper hand when your control was quickly slipping away.

 Your cuffed hands fell to his chest, fisting in his shirt, pulling him back into a heated kiss. He can’t just chain you up and expect you to not fight back. Two can play at this game. Friction was your friend in this scenario. You continued to grind down on him, eliciting a moan from the both of you. 

He immediately lifted you, with one arm under your ass, and the other holding between your shoulder blades. With a yelp, your chained hands went up and around his neck to keep you from falling backwards as he moved around the couch to the wall of windows overlooking tops of buildings. 

He set you down on your feet slowly, letting his hands travel up the sides of your thighs and hips, taking the negligee with them, until he reached your arms, letting it fall back down. His tactical gloves leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He set his hands on your shoulders, bringing his mouth to your ear. 

“You promise to tell me if this gets to be too much?” There was slight concern in his voice, still always checking if you were comfortable. He was so close you could smell the gunpowder and clean scent of the barracks he came from. The stubble of his cheek coarse against your temple. 

The sexual dynamic between the two of you has never been strict, the more dominant role falling naturally to one or the other. You liked being able to give up control, and then shift into taking the lead. The fluidity was exciting, not knowing what could happen next. The only thing that remained constant was the clear communication, even if it was nonverbal. The two of you being able to read each other as clearly as a book.

You nod up at Leon, holding your safe-word in your mind. 

“What are you going to do?” Your words came out smaller than you meant. The question seemed to excite the both of you, turning the air in the room electric. 

Leon was stooped low, and leaned back to look you in the eyes, his turning dark and hooded. He lifted your arms above your head, hooking the chain of the cuffs to a hook attached to a horizontal beam above the window. 

In this position, your arms stretched toward the ceiling, pushing your breasts out towards the man in front of you. It wasn't uncomfortable, but brought you to the balls of your feet. The hook was a few inches above Leon’s head, him already being much taller than you.

“I’m going to do everything I thought about doing to you over the past three weeks.” he let his fingers trail down your arms to your waist, pulling you into him. Bringing his nose to the crook of your neck, and inhaling deeply, “And I won’t be interrupted.” 

Those words sent sparks right to your clit, making your core clench, emphasizing how empty you felt in that moment. 

Leon moved your hair from your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you, holding you against the length of his body. You could feel every taut muscle, a killing machine, honed for your pleasure. He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck from your collarbone to behind your ear, sending a rippling shiver down your spine. 

This drew a sound from you. You wanted to push back a bit, be a little bratty, but Leon was in control. He had a plan, and executed it perfectly. 

“That’s it, be a good girl, don’t keep any of those noises inside. I want to hear everything.”

He leaned one of his hands on the glass beside your head, caging you in. You could feel his warm exhales feather over the skin of your chest. The fingers of his other hand toying with the frilly straps of the negligee. 

“You get this just for me?” Leon trailed the tip of his nose across your collarbone to your sternum. The short hair of his face tickling your chest, tingles radiating from the contact. His big hands roamed down your sides, rubbing the fabric into your heated skin.

You nodded your head feverishly. Your chest rising and falling rapidly with your breath, creating the tiniest bit of friction on your nipples. 

You needed more.

“Leon..please..” You breathed out, almost a whimper. 

“Please what baby?” He smiled into the fabric between your breasts. 

You responded with a frustrated whine. He was usually very swift in his seduction, never making you wait for the pleasure he provides. You were not accustomed to asking for what you wanted. An idea formed in your head to expedite that process.

“Please, I need you to kiss me…” you punctuated your sentence with a light moan, earning a glazed look from Leon. 

He took the base of your skull into his hand, guiding your lips to his, kissing you deeply. His plush tongue danced with yours, and you couldn't help but moan into the kiss. Pressing your hips to him, you squirmed against the thick material at his crotch. 

Leon broke the kiss with a deep groan, meeting your eyes with a knowing smile. He placed a firm but gentle hand at the base of your neck. 

“Oh no sweetheart. You’re not going to rush this.” He held an even pressure against your collarbone, anchoring you in place. He dropped his other hand to the sheath of his knife on his thigh. Drawing the blade out made your breath catch in your throat, and you had to press your thighs together as he trailed the flat of it down the center of your chest.

You’ve seen Leon practice with knives before, his deadly precision and accuracy turned you on even then. For him to utilize them now only made the pleasure radiating from your center all the more intense.

“I hope you don’t like this too much.” He rasped as he stroked the blade up and across your shoulder, tucking it beneath the thin ruffled strap on the negligee. The knife sliced through the cloth immediately. Leon’s eyes roamed over your naked shoulder, repeating the same process on the other strap. 

The delicate fabric pooled at your feet, leaving your top half exposed to the cool air of the room. 

Leon let out a pleased sigh when he caught sight of your pebbled nipples and the blush spreading across your chest. Tossing the knife aside, he placed his gloved hand on the center of your stomach. With your arms stretched above you, it showed off all the sumptuous curves of your body. He ran his hand over your skin, sending tingles to every nerve ending. When the smooth leather of his gloves found the waistband of your panties, you could have cried out with joy. 

“So perfect…” he murmured as he cupped your mound. You could feel the heat of his hand through both the material of his gloves and the satin of your underwear. His hand holding your neck dropped to cup your breast as his fingers finally traveled between your legs. 

He brought you up higher on your toes to take your hardened nipple to his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Meanwhile he ghosted his fingers over the tight bud of your clit through the smooth fabric. The sensations pulling a string of moans from your chest. 

This spurred Leon on, rubbing deeper circles into the growing wetness on your panties, and pulling your nipple between his lips with a light tug. Your body felt electric, pulled taut like a string ready to snap at any moment. The pleasure building as you circled your hips, desperate for that perfect angle. The sensation pulled you to the summit, but kept you suspended, not enough to push you over the edge of your orgasm.

Leon let go of your nipple with a wet pop from his lips and lifted his head to face you. His mouth hung open a few centimeters, dark gaze locked on you, seemingly hypnotized by the way you writhed under his hands. His hooded eyes traveled to yours as you panted out

“Leon..please-ah! Please, I need more!” 

Instantly, he straightened, pulling his hand away from your underwear. A few curses tumbled from your lips. But you sucked in a breath when both Leon’s hands grasped your hips, his finger hooking in your panties, slowly gliding them down your shaking legs. 

You hadn’t realized how wet you were until the air braced your pussy, making you shiver.  Leon knelt in front of you, taking care to help you lift each of your legs out of your panties before he brought the fabric to his nose. You could hear his deep inhale, never once breaking eye contact. 

            Leon’s lashes fluttered, his eyes rolling back into his head. The scent of your arousal making him moan into the satin.

Now it was your turn to be entranced. Your mouth hung open around your panting as he stood to his full height before you. He was so close you could see each long lash surrounding his steely blue eyes, the lids drooped low.

He wrapped his arms around you again, tucking his thick muscled thigh between your legs, against your bare pussy. The wetness there letting your clit glide smoothly over the coarse fabric of his pants. 

“You want to come baby?” He was stock still, waiting for your response. His arms around you like iron, holding you in place. 

“Yes please.” You breathed out, peering up through your lashes, you didn’t want to give away how desperate you were for more of his touch, but that might already be out the window. 

He placed both of his gloved hands on your ass, dragging your drenched pussy over his thigh, giving you the delicious friction you needed.

“Then grind on me.” 

Those words came out of him as a low rasp. 

Craving more, you began rubbing up and down, clenching your thighs around his. The sensation was incredible, him guiding you along his leg, one hand coming up to fist in your hair. Leon pressed your back against the window as you ground down harder, his thick cock straining against his pants, pushing into your hip. The new angle making light explode behind your eyes.

You were so close, you wished he would just fuck you already. Unhook you and thrust into you over and over. The thought of Leon’s cock moving in you made you ride his leg all the more earnestly. You could feel the sensation in your belly beginning to crest. 

The depraved sounds he was pulling  from you filled the room. He moved your head to the side, exposing your neck, and dropped his lips to your pulse-point. He began peppering small kisses and nips at the skin there, a low rumble starting deep in his chest. Leon pulled you down harder onto his leg, making the slick pooled between your legs run down your thigh.

Your orgasm swept through you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.Your legs shaking more intensely. Leon continued to guide you up and down his thigh, letting you ride out the tingling tremors. He pulled back as you came back down, the blue of his eyes glowed with lust. He was so beautiful in that moment, his face shadowed by the light behind him. He retreated his thigh, your over-sensitive clit making you wince as he pulled away. You could see the wet spot you ground into the fabric of his pants prominently.

Leon bent to trail kisses along your temple.

“Good baby…good, but you're not done.”  Leon took you by the hips, turning you towards the floor length window, pressing your breasts into the glass. The hook above the window, pivoting to accommodate the new position. Your hardened nipples shifted along the cold glass, another whine spilling from your lips. 

“Spread your legs angel, I need to feel how wet you are for me.” 

He leaned his solid chest into your shoulder, placing one hand low on the front of your pelvis as you followed his direction.  The reflection of the glass showed Leon bring his opposite hand to his mouth, biting the tip on his middle finger, guiding the glove off his hand. 

“This is what I thought of the most.” He placed his bare hand between your shoulder blades, the rough calluses dragging down your spine.

 “When I was alone, I would imagine the softness of your skin…”

He slowly crept his hand along the curve of your backside. The lust filled words he spoke to you put you in a trance, your body eager for more. You pushed your ass out farther, willing Leon to lead you over that cliff again. His hands drifted further down to your swollen pussy. 

“I stroked my cock thinking about how tight you would squeeze me…”

He carded his fingers through the wetness that pooled between your folds, evidence of how ready you were for him. 

“...The different noises you’d make as I fucked you.”

He unhurriedly pushed one of his long fingers into your sex, relishing the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him.

A curse escaped him as his forehead fell to your shoulder. He let out a steadying breath, trying to keep his razor-thin control intact.

 The leash he kept on himself was slipping ever so slightly.

Taking deep inhales and exhales, he pumped in and out, searching for that spot inside you that would pull more noises from your lips. He couldn’t take much more before his calm exterior completely deteriorated.  As he added a second finger, his gloved hand trailed over the hair of your mound, spreading you open. The leather glided smoothly over your swollen clit, the dual sensation hurtling you towards another climax. The stretch of his thick fingers making you gasp for air. You pressed your weight farther into the glass, fogged from your overheated body, trying to achieve some stimulation on your nipples, perhaps the key to unlocking your orgasm.

You caught a glimpse of the muscles of his forearms feverishly working you. The heat from his bare hand coupled with the slide of his glove made your core tighten with pleasure. You could hear the obscene wet noises created from the relentless thrusting of his fingers.

Leon began running his tongue along the back of your neck, doling out small pecks across your shoulders. He brushed against that sweet spot inside you, pulling a rattling moan from your chest. 

He circled that spot over and over until the words and noises spilling out of you became intelligible.  

Your climax rocketed through you, sparking at each of your nerve endings. The pleasure overwhelming your senses, your legs so weak at this point the only things holding you up were the hook and Leon's powerful body. 

This time there was no pause, no reset. Leon slipped his fingers from you, his hands glistening with your juices. He reached his gloved hand up to unhook you from the window, gathering you in his arms as your full weight fell from the hook. He banded his opposite arm under your knees in a bridal carry as he swiftly moved towards the bedroom. 

Leon’s bedroom was exactly like the rest of the apartment, only the essentials, no nonsense. The only luxury items being the large stack of pillows at the head of the mattress. The duvet hung loosely over the bed, soft and inviting. He laid you down in the middle of the blanket, stepping a few feet back to take in the full naked sight of you. Your bound hands rested together on your chest. The cuffs rubbed a red line into the skin beneath them, not uncomfortable, just a reminder you couldn’t touch him how you’d like. 

You wanted to run your palms over the planes of his chest. Feel his steady heartbeat under your fingertips. You wanted to knot your hands in his hair, hear him hiss as you lightly tugged at the root. Wished you could fit your hands under his tight shirt just to feel the muscles there twitch and tremble at your touch. 

Leon towered over you at the foot of the bed, bringing his bare hand to his mouth, he sucked the two fingers that were inside you. A moan formed around his fingers as he tasted you, his opposite hand flying to his hardened cock, tracing the outline of the length through his pants. His steely blue eyes raked over your naked form, as if committing each curve and goosebump to memory. Somewhere between the living room and here, Leon lost his remaining glove. He reached his hands toward the buckle of his gun belt, deftly unfastening it and the thigh strap. The empty holster dropped to the floor with a thud. You watched on, mesmerized by the various  muscles moving under his impossibly snug shirt. 

Leon stroked his fingertips along your ankle up your shin, he spread his palm over your knee, applying light pressure signaling for you to spread your legs. He drew in a sharp breath when his eyes met your dripping pussy. 

He continued palming his erection as he leaned over you, placing one hand beside your head for support. A rosy blush dusted his cheeks as he looked into your eyes. The low light of the bedside lamp showed him in a golden glow, his eyes simmering with a hungry heat. His pupils blown wide with lust.  You could smell the musk of his body that had accumulated during his day. Rich, dark, and undeniably Leon. You wanted to bury your nose in it. Your body had finally acclimated after your consecutive orgasms, but after smelling him so close, you felt ready for another. 

You brought your bound hands to his collar, hooking an index finger over the fabric, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss you shared was slow, full of an emotion you couldn’t place. 

You knew that Leon faced endless life-threatening danger in his day to day. Never sharing details with you, but the tension you sensed in him told you enough. Knowing the time you spent together a balm for his fractured nerves. 

He languidly pressed his tongue past your lips, the taste of you still lingering there. His hands were on you again, dragging down the curve of your waist, tracing the sensitivity of your ribs with his thumb. Leon broke the kiss to trail more across your jaw and down your neck. Your back arched off of the mattress as he showered your breasts with attention, taking one nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue, and rolling the other between his fingertips. 

He continued his assault until you were moaning his name anew. Leon then moved farther down between your legs. Leaving a trail of wet kisses and nips in his wake. He leveled himself at your core, his irises barely visible in his darkened eyes. He dragged his tongue along the inside of your thigh, lapping up the slick that had dripped down from your sex. Leon buried his nose into the thatch of hair on your mound, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a borderline growl. 

He gave no warning as he licked a long line up your pussy, pausing as the tip of his tongue brushed over your clit. The sensation threw your head back, a cry of pleasure bursting from your throat. 

This only drove Leon higher. Pulling your body farther down the bed, giving him full access to your quivering sex. He lavished attention on your aching clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. The combination taking you higher and higher, you brought your bound hands down to fist in his dirty blonde locks. Attempting to guide his head where you needed friction the most. He had your hips in a vice-grip, keeping you from grinding against his mouth. All you could do was grip his roots and hope you didn’t float away. 

The gasps and whines you let out clued Leon into your approaching orgasm. He doubled the effort on your clit until the hold on his hair tightened. He moved down to prod your entrance with the tip of his tongue, coaxing your climax out with his thumb on your clit. The slick softness of his tongue nudging against your walls, peaking the sensation. 

You cried out as you came again, Leon licking up every ounce of wetness that dripped out of you. He laved his tongue across your over-sensitive flesh, relishing in the whines and whimpers that spilled from you. 

He straightened above you, taking in the fucked-out expression on your face, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your bound arms falling limply to your abdomen. His hands found the waistband of his pants, and began deftly unfastening them. 

“I think you’ve earned a little freedom baby.”

Thankfully, Leon produced a small chrome key from one of his many pockets, bringing it to the cuffs. The metal fell away, and he tossed them somewhere off the bed. He took your wrists in his hands, brushing small kisses along the red indentations the bindings left. 

You attempted to reach for him, finally able and allowed to touch him how you’d like, but your multiple orgasms left you exhausted. Your arms fell limply to the bed on either side of your head.

“You poor thing, can hardly even move, you came so much.” Leon cooed this into your ear, his tone dripping with teasing humor. “I’m going to take what I want now.” 

Leon reached into his pants, freeing his hardened cock, heavy in his hand. He was huge, the largest you’d ever been with, even in his own hands he looked massive. Long and thick, with a prominent vein along his engorged shaft. He swirled his fist over the glistening tip, already dripping precum. 

He took up the space between your thighs, bringing the head of his weeping cock to your center, swiping it through your slick folds, mixing your fluids. He took a moment to circle the tip around your spent clit, waiting for any signs of hesitation. It only pulled another moan from you, your throat already raw from the various climaxes.

He aligned himself with your entrance, and began, slowly, pushing inside of you. 

After three weeks of missing him, you were thankful he spent all that time preparing you for his penetration. His length alone would take some time to accommodate, let alone his girth? He purposefully pressed into you, all the while whispering praise and encouragement into your ear. 

“Oh fuck baby, you feel incredible,”

Another centimeter. He was so hot inside of you. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight, you really missed me that much.”

Another centimeter. 

“Oh god..look at you”

You had a vice grip on his powerful biceps, your knuckles paling from the pressure. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he brushed against that sensitive spot against your walls. He jerked forward, making that noise erupt from you full force. 

“I meant it, I want to hear everything.”  

Leon knit his brows together in effort, one hand fisting in the sheets beside your head, the other pinning your hip to the mattress. He was fully seated inside you, the slight sting of him subsiding into a warm buzzing fullness. You could tell his careful control was slipping each second, not wanting to start moving before you were acclimated to his size. He brought one of his hands to cradle your face, pleading for your go ahead. You willed your weary arms to drape onto his shoulders, bringing his face to yours. You placed a kiss onto his lips and nodded blissfully. 

He slowly lifted himself, sinking slightly deeper, eliciting a hiss from the both of you. His large hands splayed over your stomach, caressing the flesh there. He let his head fall back, exposing the thick column of his throat, savoring the sensation of your walls clenched around him. 

Then, he began to move. 

He held his solid hands against your pelvis as he drew his cock slowly from you, letting the tip rest in your entrance. His eyes locked on where you were joined. He quickly took one of his hands, lifting the hem of his shirt to his mouth, holding the fabric in his teeth for a clearer view. 

The picture he painted for you was exquisite. His plush pecs, the rosy nipples there pebbled to the cool air of the room, and his arousal. His chiseled obliques that shuddered with each inhale, framed his defined abs. All topping the delicious V line that led to his thick length. A thin sheen of sweat bathed him, highlighting each individual well-toned muscle.

You thought you could come from this sight alone. This incredible specimen, all hard muscle he knew exactly what to do with. 

Another depraved groan ripped from your throat as he pressed back into you, filling you to the brim. Leon moved his hands to hold the backs of your knees, spreading you wide, as he began thrusting in and out of you. His powerful thighs slapping against the backs of yours. 

Leon’s breaths turned ragged as he dropped to his hands, placing one on either side of your head. The muscles of his stomach contracting to thrust up into you, a labored groan flowing from him. 

The new angle made you see stars, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Leon fucked you many times, hundreds of ways, but it always surprised you how deep he could go. The places he could reach. 

You pried your hand off of his bicep, tugging his shirt up and over his head, Leon accommodated your request. You let your fingers trail across his shoulder and down to his bare chest. In this lighting you could see the white puckered skin of scars left on him by his past. A stab would here, what looks to be a bite mark there, even a gunshot or two. 

You traced your fingers over a rather knotted one of these when Leon captured your hand in his. Turning it and placing the tips of your fingers at the tight bundle of your clit. 

“Please baby…one more..” Leon struggled to get the words out between grunts and groans. You knew he couldn’t be far from coming, the way he swelled inside you.  

You swirled your fingers around your bud, heightening the pleasure Leon was fucking into you. You pinched your eyes shut and threw your head to the side, your back arching off the mattress in pleasure. 

Leon’s hand shot up, gripping your chin, forcing your gaze back onto his. 

“Eyes on me sweetheart….don’t want to miss a thing..” He ground out, somehow spreading your legs wider, giving you better access to your pussy. His eyes glazed over with lust as his thrusts picked up more and more speed. You rubbed feverish circles, the coupled sensations sending your flying toward another orgasm. 

Moving your legs to hook over his shoulders, basically folding you in half, continued pounding into you. The string in your core fluttering, pulling taut once again. The curve of Leon’s cock creating a tug on that string with each movement of his hips. 

His hips snapped forward, that coupled with the pressure on your clit, broke your orgasm, pleasure buzzing through you. 

Your hands fell to the bed, absolutely spent, your walls clenching around Leon’s length. He wrapped his arm around you, lifting you off the mattress by your waist, as he ploughed into you, fucking you through your climax. The brutal pace and power extending the peak. His name falling from your lips over and over, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

His movements stuttered as you came, your walls milking his shaft. Leon buried himself inside of you one final time. A deep groan erupting from deep in his chest. His hot fluid filling you. 

Leon’s heavy weight pressed you into the blankets, hips still circling slowly to prolong the sensation. You could feel his seed drip from between your legs. His breaths were ragged as he lifted himself off of you. He sluggishly unsheathed himself from you, dropping to the bed on his back. He let out an exhausted breath,

“Please tell me you’re as tired as I am.” he said as his sleepy eyes searched your face.

You let out a light laugh and nodded, feeling sleep tug at your senses. You laid one last peck on Leon’s cheek, and snuggled into his chest. 

“Good, now we're even.” Leon gathered you in his arms, still in his mission clothes, and let sleep overtake him, finally able to rest.