𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Let Me Just Show You Instead| Smut

"I promise one day I'll tell you the words you want to hear, but for now just let me show you instead." Leon murmurs, his lips gently brush mine as  my breath hitches. I can't explain how I know that I can trust and devote my heart to Leon without needing him to tell me that he loves me too, but something deep inside of me screams that this man is mine as much as I'm his. It's not in the words he says or the smiles he gives me first thing in the morning, but his confessions are written in his actions. It's in the way he knows my favourite movies and songs off by heart and enjoys them with me. It's the way he always prioritises me over himself, how he'll stay up late because he knows I throw off the covers then get cold in my sleep, so he waits before tucking me back in and pressing a kiss to my forehead. It's the way he learns about me more and more each day, and how he's never bored with my metaphorical never-ending puzzle pieces, if anything Leon's in awe at putting them together piece by piece as he discovers more of me. 

I pull away, an unexpected tear slides down my cheek as Leon reaches and swipes it away with that soft look on his face. "I don't deserve you, Leon Kennedy." I whisper in reply, before I pull him down to kiss me once more. Leon tilts his head, deepening the kiss as he savours me like the finest wine. I let a moan slip, needing now more than ever to be close to him. It's been too long since we last let ourselves take the time to roam each others' bodies, to be slow and make the most of the time we have. With Leon being gone for so long so often, we've developed some kind of special skill when it comes to making each other feel good, rarely we get to explore and be gentle- even after our two years of dating. 

Leon's fingers lift up the oversized shirt I'm wearing, easily slipping it over my head as he chuckles at the realisation that it's his. We share an amused look for a second, I shrug up a shoulder before he soaks in the sight of my lingerie. It's not expensive or even lacy, yet he still stares at my body as if I were crafted by the most professional artist. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you, I still can't believe you're mine." Leon breathes out, he lifts a hand, gently he runs a finger over my face, before twirling a lock of hair around his finger. I smile, feeling more vulnerable with him than I have in years. I haven't felt this way since the first time we slept together, and even then I don't think Leon was as in love with me as he is now, it's like as more time passes so does the strength of our bond. Instead of losing interest he's just more curious to get to the bottom of who his future wife is. There's no doubt we'll be married in the future, but I'll be patient and wait for Leon to be ready for that giant commitment. 

With deft fingers, Leon unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor as his lips thin, a ragged sigh soon escapes from them as his eyes lift to mine. "If you're too tired-" I begin, the slightest flicker of uncertainty dashes my hopes of a sensual night, but Leon shakes his head, laughing as a faint flush of lust covers his cheeks. 

"Definetly not tired. I'm just trying to take things slow like you want to, I know you've missed the gentle and sweet, but I see you and...fuck, I've got so many ideas but I don't want to break you." He deeply says. My heart races with excitement as slick gathers between my thighs. I tilt my head daringly, arching a brow as I grab at Leon's tented jeans. 

"I'm not made of porcelain, don't forget we can withstand anything." I whisper, licking my lips in anticipation of the workout Leon's no doubt about to put me through. His hands cradle my breasts, thumbs stroking my hardened nipples as I arch and push against him like a cat in heat. A groan breaks free as my fingers lift from his jeans to his belt, where I begin to unbuckle him. We undress each other as patiently as we can, whilst we both aimed and hoped to be sweet, our love isn't as calm. Together we're like a storm, calm to begin with but once raging we're lethal. Unsteady. Beautifully destructive. 

Leon's fingers gently push into my shoulders, easing me down on the bed as my breathing picks up. Our eyes barely leave each other as he trails kisses from my cheeks to my jaw, before making their way down to my chest, his kisses paint me in a series of colours, each mark a devotion and promise to be the only one who'll ever leave me stained. Leon's hands are bloodied, but I'll happily have them paint me too, red always has been the colour of love after all. I'm getting worked up, Leon's mouth touches everywhere but where I want him. He smiles at me from between my thighs, his hands lifting my ankles as I hook them around his neck, finally, he kisses my pussy, I buck as he licks and sucks, an expert musician playing me so well. I sing for him, my cries echoing as Leon tunes me up and creates a masterpiece from my moans. His movements mix from tender to starved, he's Jekyll and Hyde, giving me both torment and peace as he devours me with everything he has. 

My whimpers and uneven breaths turn into huffs as Leon slows just as I'm close, my fists clench into the sheets, after at least half an hour of pleas and desperation, he finally decides it's time. Leon adds two fingers, pumping me until I finally come with a silent scream. I hold my breath, the orgasm too good to do anything but feel. Leon chuckles, pulling away as a string of saliva follows him. "Breathe angel, I'm not done with you." He teases, bringing me back to the present after the mind shattering moment. 

"Me neither." I pant, not giving myself time before I nudge Leon's shoulder for him to roll onto his back. He follows my command, propping his head up on his arm as he stares at me lovingly. I use both of my hands to explore his cock, admiring it despite having seen it numerous times. I drag a nail across his hip bones, his cock jumps as I smile and lick my lips. I gather the pre-come and bring it to my mouth, sticking a tongue out as Leon's eyes widen in admiration. I drop my head down, trailing kisses before finally taking the tip of him into my mouth. I moan around his length, using my other hand to squeeze what doesn't fit down my throat, I gag slightly as Leon pulls back as if to prevent me from even trying, but I only thrust my mouth deeper for when his hips rise again, this time my eyes begin to water from how deep inside of my mouth he is. Curses and pleas fall from his lips as I work my head up and down, hand doing the same as I twist and squeeze, we've both mastered the act of oral, so this won't take long bearing in mind I won't tease or drag this out like he did to me. 

It's messy, but soon enough Leon's grunts and groans reach a climax as his cock pulses and explodes, his come fills my mouth as I swallow and breathe once more. "Does my angel need a break?" Leon murmurs, showing genuine concern as I swipe away the teardrops from my cheeks. 

"No, I'm good. Are you alright?" I ask softly, climbing up to come face to face with my man. Leon nods, pecking my lips as we taste each others' release. 

"I can never get enough of you. A lifetime won't satisfy me." Leon whispers, nudging me until I lie on my back. We're both still full of need, it's insane. He parts my legs with his knees, cock still hard as he rubs the tip along my folds, gathering the wetness until my thighs tremble. I'm about to beg when Leon pushes inside of me, both of us gasping as he immediately begins to leave, my nails dig into his shoulders as he rests his elbows either side of my head, chest pressing against mine as our slick bodies join from every inch. Leon peppers kisses to me as he slides back inside, the stretch nothing compared to what it used to be, yet it still feels beyond perfect. Our noises are quieter now, as if a shared understanding has come between us, we've had our fun, and now we need our solace. It's gentle and slow as Leon slips in and out of me, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the occasional creak of the bed, it's delicate and meaningful, with our hearts almost aligned as one. 

"I love you." I whisper like a prayer. Leon doesn't say it back, I've accepted he needs time to understand that he won't lose me. That I won't leave and that it's okay for him to have a vulnerability. Leon will tell me in his own time, but right now he shows me by pressing his forehead to mine and watching as I fall apart for the second time of the night. 

"I would do anything for you, Y/N," Leon says as my eyes roll back, he keeps thrusting whilst talking, "I've never been as happy as I am with you, I didn't even know what I was fighting for until I found you, and now I know I'm protecting my home. Along with my heart, they're the two things I have in this world, and they're both because of you." His voice shakes as his eyes flutter, his movements speed up as he chases his own high. 

"It's okay, Leon. You can come." I whisper with a smile. Leon spills inside of me, body trembling as he twitches and pants, then finally he collapses beside me, pulling me into his chest as he kisses my head and strokes my back, fingers tracing my skin as if mapping constellations. Every mark is a discovery that deserves to be treasured. I smile, tracing his own stars and scars. 

"I promise I'll say it back, one day." 

"I know." I reply, "I know." I say softer, hoping he understands that I don't really need to hear the words, not when I know his love transcends words and actions. His love is more than three words, it's the feeling of safety and freedom. It's what we are and what we'll always have.