Winter Hearts

We Need To Talk

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Leo stood, finding that despite having spent a couple of hours away from Siana - changing, having some breakfast, packing, getting up to speed with Kkomae about what they were going to do for the next few days in Athens and cleaning up the penthouse - it was as if he had been away two days.

The memory of her lying on the bed beneath him as he pinned her arms down before saying goodbye was imprinted in his brain and his body, and he couldn't help inhaling sharply at the sight of her coming up the stairs, slightly breathless and sweaty.

He heard her phone ping as she looked at him meaningfully, taking out her keys and turning to open the door. He came up close, covering her body with his, bending down to kiss her ear. He noted with pleasure how her whole body reacted to his little kiss, his proximity, and suddenly he felt his own body wake up with need.

She opened the door, but before she took the key out of the lock to move inside, she looked up and back at him, her expression questioning. He realised that there was business between them that had been put on hold the night before that they needed to deal with.

"We need to talk," they both said together. She laughed, a little nervously, and without thinking he kissed her, softly at first. But then she seemed to melt against him, her hands still on the door. She sighed into his mouth as she craned her head to kiss him back, needy and hot.

She finally pulled away with a gasp, stepping away from him quickly and going inside to hold the door open, as business-like as she could, though trying to control her breathing. He walked in, stopping to lean against the wall and watch her as she closed the door.

"I need a shower," she said, looking down at herself.

"No, let's talk first," he muttered, taking her hand and going to the couch to sit down. He patted the spot next to him, but to his surprise, she climbed into his lap and straddled him, putting her arms around his neck and nuzzling her nose against his. He felt her breath against his skin and couldn't help nuzzling back, their mouths skimming against each other for a few tantalising moments. He could feel his heart beginning to race, his blood rising. He felt her grind against him ever so slowly, her body rising and falling as she lazily traced her open lips over his skin.

Then, her warm lips found his, and very, very lightly, she kissed him. The almost pressure-less contact between their lips, where his nerve-endings seemed to have caught on fire, coupled with the slow, hard grind of her sex against his, turned him on so deeply, he felt he was ready to explode.

Then he felt her slow her kisses, pulling back a little to look at him with eyes heavy with desire.

"You're going today," she murmured, looking down at his mouth as her body rose towards him again. And again.

He nodded, seeing her eyes flutter a little as she watched him. Her pace never wavered, and he began to feel a little mindless with her lazy, hard thrusts.

"I won't be able to see you like this for a long time," she pouted, pulling close to him with her arms and dragging her tongue along the outer corner of his lip as she thrust against him, her pace still languid, still measured. She leaned her face into the crook of his neck.

"Won't be able to taste you," she whispered, kissing his neck near his jaw, then sliding her tongue under his earlobe and sucking on it softly, sweetly. His head fell back and he moaned, letting his own hips grind back against her, trying to make her go faster.