Status Quo | ✓

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"Still with me?"

Falling straight into the depths of his hazel eyes, I felt the heat blazing through my entire body as I nodded to assure that I was with him — I was totally with him.

In a heartbeat, Leon's lips were on mine and his hands grabbed the curve of my waist as he delved deeper into the kiss. The electrifying sensation caused my back to arch as I moaned silently against his lips and tongue while gasping for dear air. When his lips left mine, he wasn't allowing me to feel a single tinge of emptiness as he tenderly kissed along my jaw, down the length of my neck and against my collarbone. His fingers reached to unclasp my bra before hooking the straps off my shoulders and I flushed when I was bared ahead of him.

"L-Leon," I murmured shyly when I noticed that he was staring intently at me.

I reached out to grab onto his shoulders as I planted my lips on his, not quite sure whether I was trying to divert his attention away from myself or attempting to hide the sudden sense of self-consciousness that this was the first time I bared myself in front of a guy. Leon's hand landed on my shoulder and with a sudden push, I fell back against the bed and he started with a kiss on my lips before trailing a path of fiery kisses down my neck and to the middle of my chest. His mouth covered over where I felt sensitive and my toes curled at the sudden sensation. Then, he caught the other between his fingers and tugged it firmly, sending sparks into my vision. I gripped onto him tighter and he was gentle with his touches, tracing every line and curve on my body. When his finger smoothed over the thin satin hugging my hips, I let out a soft pant.

"You're wet, sweetheart," Leon said, voice husky.

I felt the heat surfacing against my skin as I raised my hands to cover my face. The tip of his fingers ran in smooth and intimate motion and my breaths were mixed with soft sounds that I couldn't recognise as my own. Leon leaned forward to kiss the back of my hands, coaxing me to remove them from my face, he whispered, "Let me look at you."

Flustered, I shook my head and he tenderly pecked against the back of my hands while slowly slipping his hands to where I craved for his touch. When I felt his finger slide through the wetness, my hands reached to grab onto his shoulders and I breathed his name out in a harsh exhale. Leon went slow, allowing me to adjust to the foreign sensation but I remained unsure and uncertain because I had never been touched so intimately. 

Using his lips to trace along my jaw, Leon caught my earlobe between his teeth and I felt the coil in my lower abdomen grew tighter with each motion of his finger and each flick of his tongue against my ear. My hands dropped and bunched tightly on the material of his blanket while panting as if I had run for the cliffs. The coil went too taut and when it finally snapped, I shattered into a million blissful shards. 

But Leon was not done with me. 

He eased his finger out and reached for the band to slip the thin fabric off my hips. His mouth found mine once again, fogging my mind with nothing but him as his hands tugged his pants off. I was already weak all over and sensitive from the high a moment ago, but the heat in my body refused to subside. Parting my legs, he positioned himself in between and his long body leaned towards the bedside table. The drawers creaked when pulled and he took out a foil packet. My eyes followed his every movement and when I turned to look at him again, those startling hazel eyes were already on me.