Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Leo
Diana is staying with me. In my cabin. Within reach. It’s like the universe has reached down to torture me. I’ve done nothing but fucking fantasize about her for the last two days, and it’s been taking everything I’ve got not to pull her away from her friends and fuck her up against a wall.
Having her in my space? I’m absolutely done for.
This morning I woke up so hard that I was aching, body covered in sweat from a dream about taking her slowly. Thoroughly. In every way possible.
But Diana doesn’t even hesitate. She simply changes direction and heads towards my house.
I don’t even know what to do with myself, but my body is ahead of me. I’m half hard and I need to get a grip. But she’s right there in front of me with her hips swinging and that perfect ass in those jeans. I’m definitely not going to survive the week.
Unlocking the door to my house, she follows me inside. I nod toward the back of the house where my bedroom overlooks the river. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She walks over and glances into the room while I put her suitcase down. I turn back in time to see her roll her eyes. “Leo, that bed is massive. There’s no reason that you have to sleep on the couch. Like four people could sleep in there comfortably. We can share, since I’m guessing there’s no way that you’ll let me sleep on the couch even if I offered.”
That sends my cock from half hard to full mast. Being close to her like this…I already need to dive into the river and hope the icy water takes care of me. “It’s not the size of the bed that’s going to keep me on the couch, Diana.” My voice is dark. Almost feral.
I watch her cheeks go pink and her chest rise and fall faster. But she doesn’t look away. “What’s the real reason?”
It’s like the words unlock something in me. I stalk towards her, backing her against the wall. If I hadn’t put myself close to her, I would have died this very second. Now I can breathe, and I want to do more.
Diana looks up at me, and I could be imagining that her hunger matches my own, but God, I want it to be real. “I want to kiss you again.”
Her face turns into a smirk. “It’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting.”
I press her into the wall before she finishes the last word, mouth crashing down on hers with too much force. But she’s clawing at me with the same intensity, her mouth open beneath mine, tongue dancing. Her moan undoes me, and I press her harder into the wall so that my body is touching every part of her. So she can feel every fucking inch of me and know what’s coming.
Because there’s no going back now.
She’s the one that moves, pulling me into the bedroom, and I’m honestly not sure where our clothes go, but they’re gone and suddenly I’m staring at her perfect fucking body. Naked. It stops me in my tracks.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless.
I allow my eyes to take her in, roving down from her collarbones to her breasts, with nipples that are exactly the shade of pink that I imagined. Past her stomach and curving hips to her pussy and back. “I’m taking you in,” I say. “Because I’ve been imagining this for days, and also going to take you slowly.”
Stepping closer, I wrap my hand behind her neck and tilt her face up to mine. “I’m going to take my time.”
She shudders, closing her eyes. “Yes.”
I want to consume her and let us both burn. Taking it slow is going to be an exercise in torture. And at the same time, it’s going to be completely worth it.
This time when I kiss her, it’s slow. I ease her lips open and trace her tongue with mine. She tastes like tea and sweetness, and she wraps her arms around my neck so we’re tangled together. Now that her skin is under my hands…
Jesus.
I stroke down her back all the way to her ass, savoring her softness and hauling her directly against my body so I can feel all of her at once. My cock is hot and hard between us, and Diana moans when I press her against it. That sound is everything I wanted it to be and more.
I pull her back in one movement, thoroughly enjoying the glassy arousal in her eyes and lips swollen from me kissing the hell out of her. Diana’s hair is up in a knot, so I turn her around and undo it, running my hands through it before I yank her back to me. This hair is going to be tangled when I’m done with her.
My cock rests perfectly in the curve of her ass, and I’m having a vivid fantasy of taking her there too. I want everything from her. I deliberately run my hands up the front of her body.
“You feel so good,” I whisper in her ear. Her breasts fit in my hands perfectly, nipples hardening under my fingers until she gasps.
“If there’s anything off limits,” I say just as quietly, “tell me now.”
Her low laugh drains what little is left of my blood all the way into my cock. “Do I need a safeword?” Before I can answer she turns around. “If we’re going to get kinky, it’ll have to be another time. I’ve been waiting days for you to fuck me.”
That’s all I need to hear. Pushing her back onto the bed, I climb over her. This. This is what I want. Diana underneath me, desperate and writhing in pleasure.
Dragging my lips across her collarbone, I start the process of learning her body. It’s a playground made just for me. I plan to take full advantage.
I feel like an animal, tasting her skin and craving more. I’m starving, and I’ll never have enough. “You know, I wondered something?” I say, mouth pressed against her skin as I kiss my way around the side of one breast.
“What?” Her voice is more breath than sound.
Slowly, I run a thumb over one nipple before I suck it between my lips. Graze it with my teeth. Goosebumps shiver across her skin and she arches into it. Fuck yes. “I wondered exactly what color pink these would be.”
Switching sides, I suck hard, and Diana groans. “Fuck.”
I laugh and tease her with my tongue, rolling it around the tiny peak until her hands are digging into my hair. “I think I could make you come with only this.”
“Oh my God, probably,” she says. “That’s never happened before, but I’m so fucking wet, I don’t doubt it could.”
The sound that comes out of me is close to a growl. “You’re not making it easy to take it slow.”
Diana pulls harder on my hair, urging me on. “I’m not the one who said they wanted slow.”
I bite the skin under her breast softly just to make her jump, travelling downwards and alternating bites and kisses over her stomach. By the time I reach her hips, her breath is coming in gasps, and when I guide her legs apart, she’s so wet that she’s glistening.
“Fuck, Diana.”
I’m so hard that I’m practically lightheaded. But nothing in the goddamn world is going to stop me from tasting her. Hands on her thighs, I hold her still while I press kisses everywhere but where she wants them. Along the inside of her legs, the top of her mound, the small crease of her leg, so close. I graze my fingers along her skin, down to the knee, and watch her shiver.
“Leo.” It’s a word and a warning all at once.
“Diana,” I say softly, and she shudders, feeling my breath on her. The first touch of my lips on her clit is barely there. Just the hint of a brush.
The word is long and drawn out. “Fuuuuck.”
And I devour her.
Diana tastes so fucking good. Sweet and rich, and I think I could spend an eternity between her legs a happy man. I love feeling the way she reacts. Shaking when I slowly circle her clit with my tongue, lifting her hips to meet my mouth when I suck it between my lips.
Her hands fist the bedsheets when I lick down her pussy and push my tongue inside her, fucking her slowly and thoroughly with just my tongue. She tastes the sweetest there—I’m practically drinking her down.
Her moans are the sexiest sound that I’ve ever heard, every stroke of my tongue bringing a new, more desperate one. At first they’re just moans, and then she’s saying my name, begging me as I seal my lips around her clit and lick her again and again and again.
And then she can’t speak anymore and it’s one long groan. For a brief second I consider stopping, not pushing her all the way and making her come only on my cock. But I like the taste of her too much, and I want it on my tongue.
So I keep going, curling my tongue under her swollen clit and moving with the rocking of her hips. I shove my hands under her ass and feast on her. Consume her like I’m dying and she’s my last meal.
Diana comes in a rush, entire body shaking, and back arching off the bed. Her orgasm floods over my tongue and I love it, licking over her until she stops shaking. “I could make you come again,” I say, slipping my tongue inside her.
“Oh God,” she says. “I don’t think I can. Ever.”
“That would be unfortunate, because I have plans.” Quickly, I grab a condom and roll it on, settling between her legs. “You have no idea the things that I want to do to you, Diana.”
Her entire body is relaxed, eyes still glazed with bliss, but she still manages to smirk at me. “Oh yeah?”
I slide into her with one swift movement and watch her lose her breath. Driving into her is all silk and heat and completely overwhelming. I drop forward and take her mouth in a kiss, plunging my tongue deep, the same way I’m about to fuck her.
She bites my lip as I pull away, and it ignites me. There’s no way that we can take this part slow. That can come later. But now that I’m inside her, all bets are off. “Yes. Every second that I wasn’t able to touch you, I was imagining this.” I rock my hips deeper. “And so much more.”
Diana wraps her legs around my waist, and there’s no more talking. I fuck her. Deep as I can go, and I move my hips until she gasps and moans into my mouth, and I stay exactly there, working her until she’s saying my name again. Music to my ears.
“Leo.” Her voice is rough. On the edge. Her pussy is squeezing my cock so hard that I’m almost blind, but I don’t stop moving. Never. Until she’s shuddering around my cock, head thrown back, coming again. And then I let myself go.
Pleasure hits me like an electric shock. I’m frozen, buried inside Diana as I come. I was lying when I said that orgasm in the shower was the best I’ve ever had. It’s this one. By far. I can’t breathe, lightning shattering across my eyes, and my whole body soaking in the wave of pleasure.
When we both come back down, we’re breathing hard, mouths so close that we’re breathing each other’s air. “Holy shit,” I manage. They’re the only words that come to mind right now. The only ones that actually matter.
“Yeah,” she says, equally breathless. “And that was then best sex that I’ve ever had. By far.”
I press my forehead against hers, not in a hurry to move or break the connection between our bodies. “Me too. And I need you to know that I didn’t let you do this just so I could sleep with you.”
Diana laughs, and we roll apart. I take the moment to take care of the condom before coming back to the bed.
“We’re supposed to be in love, right?” she says with a smirk. “Might as well take advantage of it. Besides, I wanted you the first time I saw you, and I’m pretty sure that you wanted me too.”
“You’re right. I did. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guest.”
“Too late,” she says.
I crawl back over her, covering her body with mine. “Since the mistake has already been made, might as well do it again, right?”
“Right.”
I kiss her, and together we get lost again.
