𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Messy Girl| Smut

Leon's hands gently knead my inner thighs as I glance at him over my book. I shift, refusing to give him the satisfaction of fully closing my legs and letting him know just how worked up he's been getting me. I'd love to just lie down and pull him on top of me, but we've never gone that far before, the most we've- or should I say I've- done is suck him off. Since we've been together, Leon's been the only one to gain from the pleasure. It isn't because he doesn't want to make me feel good, it's far from it. It's because I simply won't let him.

Leon's fingers lift, plucking the smutty cowboy romance from my hands as he bookmarks the page before setting it on the bedside table. I frown, already the familiar feelings of guilt and anxiousness well up inside of me, I know there's only so many times I can make excuses before Leon will either want to talk or he'll leave me. I swallow back apologises, knowing he'll only be soft and caring with me anyway.

"You gonna keep those legs clamped up, or am I going to have to get between them?" He tries, adding a playful smile at his attempt at dirty talk. I muffle a laugh, but it dies out as Leon's smile fades. His eyes avoid mine as he sits up, hand trailing down until he's gently rubbing over my knee instead. "Do you....do you not want to have sex with me? Have I done something wrong or are you just not into it-"

"It's not because of you." I quickly say, sitting up straight and taking his hands in mine. I take a deep breath, blowing it out as Leon's blonde brows knit together in confusion. He waits for me to explain, and for the first time in months I finally find myself feeling confident enough to confess. "I do want to have sex with you, I really do, but...I'm scared."

Leon leans forward, pulling one hand out of mine to gently cup my cheek. "Scared of what, sweetheart?" He murmurs, a hint of concern laced in his tone. My cheeks flame as the answer lies on the tip of my tongue, Leon's thumb brushes my cheek, still waiting and being patient with me.

"I-" I try, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into my face as I finally tell him the reason, "I get really messy. When I finish, I tend to make a mess and it always makes me feel...embarrassed? That's why I only ever do stuff in the shower." The room goes silent as I feel myself burning up. I cling to the pillow, nails burying into the fabric as I peel over the top to see Leon watching me with wide eyes, lips parted in...awe?

"Messy?" He repeats, grabbing my pillow and tossing it behind him as I scramble to grab it, he tackles me onto his lap, chuckling as I use my hands to cover my face. Leon pulls my wrists away, forcing me to confront him as he grins. "You think that's something to be embarrassed about?" I nod, lip wobbling until he coos and gently presses a kiss to my lips.

Leon's eyes take on a mischievous twinkle as his lips curve into a teasing, sultry smile. "Baby, don't you know how sexy that is? You think I'm worried about a little mess-"

"It's usually a lot-" I interrupt, but he keeps going.

"-I'm a grown man, and I can change the sheets if I need to. I'd fucking love to see you make a mess for me, watching you let go and lose control would be...shit, you can feel what the thought does to me."

I shift on Leon's lap, his hardness pokes into my shorts as I gasp and unintentionally grind on him. He releases a groan, hands moving to my hips as I mutter an apology and try to move away, already backtracking, but Leon doesn't let me. "What if it's too much? What if you don't like it?" I meekly ask.

Leon huffs a laugh, shaking his head as his hand slides up my back, leaning close until our lips are inches apart, he whispers "You could never be too much for me. I want all of you, and I want to make you feel so good that you won't even worry about how much of a messy girl you're being for me." My breath hitches as Leon's lips curve, "I promise I'll take good care of you."