Bonbi888

You’re spending the weekend at Leon’s place. Since he’s been busy with his police job, you haven’t had much time together lately. But he’s free this weekend, so he invited you to stay over for a few days. You eagerly accepted and even prepared a surprise for him.

When you two arrived, he opened the car door for you, and you stepped out while holding his hand. He’s always been such a gentleman, but you also know he has his adorable side.

You made your way inside the house, and he immediately pinned you to the wall, peppering kisses all over your face while cupping your cheeks. The warmth of his breath and the faint scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

“Leon!” you almost giggled. You love being treated like a princess; after all, he’s your prince charming.

“Sorry. I missed you a lot,” he said with a small laugh, tracing his thumb across your cheekbone. Then he took a step back. “Make yourself comfortable, okay? In the meantime, I’ll gather some snacks for the movie night.” He smiled, and you nodded before heading upstairs.

Once in his room, you opened your backpack and pulled out the white lace lingerie set with strawberries. It was a pretty bralette with a subtle push-up. You stepped in front of the mirror to see how it looked on you. It was perfect. Your cleavage was beautifully displayed, and the front of the panties was delightfully see-through.

Finally, you slipped on the white nightgown with lace around the chest and slowly made your way downstairs.

Leon was lying on the couch, two beers and some snacks already set out, completely unaware that you were standing by the stairs.

“Hey,” you called softly, arms behind your back.

He turned to look at you, and his eyes went wide. “God…” That adorable puppy face appeared. “You look… fucking gorgeous.”

You gave a small chuckle. “Glad you liked it! This set was very expensive.” You walked over and crawled into his arms, the soft fabric of the nightgown whispering against your skin.

“Next time you come, I’ll surprise you with a new one,” he said while smiling, then he tilted your face toward him and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were warm and soft. “Now how am I supposed to watch the movie, huh?” He kissed you again and again, occasionally sucking on your lower lip, the soft, wet sounds filling the quiet room.

“Sorry!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, savoring the heat of his mouth.

You both pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads nearly touching. “There’s more underneath this nightgown… wanna see?” you asked, almost teasingly.

His eyes brightened, and he let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me.” He gently tugged you closer until you were straddling his lap, his large, warm hands sliding respectfully over your waist, thumbs brushing the curve of your hips through the thin fabric.

You smiled shyly as he reached for the hem of the nightgown and slowly lifted it.

Cool air kissed your thighs as the lace lingerie set came into view. His gaze softened with awe, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck… strawberries?” he whispered, his voice rough. He traced a finger lightly over the delicate lace of your bralette, the rough pad of his fingertip sending sparks across your skin. “You wore this for me?” He couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Baby…”

He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss just below your collarbone, his hot breath fanning over your chest. Then another kiss, open-mouthed and warm, right over the swell of your breast. His hands stayed gentle, one resting on your lower back, fingers splayed possessively, the other cupping your cheek.

“You’re adorable,” he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “and so damn sexy at the same time. How is that fair?” He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue brushing yours while his thumb gently stroked your jaw.

You melted into him, the movie completely forgotten. His scent filled your senses as he whispered sweet little praises between kisses. His breath hitched sharply when his fingers brushed over the sheer front of your panties, feeling the damp heat there.

“God, baby…” he groaned softly, low and husky. “You’re already so wet for me.”

The raw need in his voice made you whimper. He kissed you harder, tongue sliding into your mouth, claiming you, while one hand cupped your breast through the thin bralette, thumb circling your hardening nipple.

“Mhm… just for you,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips, tasting the faint salt of his skin.

Leon broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, his warm exhale mingling with yours. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He let out a soft, awkward chuckle.

“How did I get so lucky?” you corrected him with a smirk.

Then he tugged the nightgown higher, pulling it over your head. The fabric brushed teasingly over your sensitive skin before he tossed it aside. Leaning forward, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage, his tongue tracing the edge of the lace, leaving wet trails that cooled in the air.

“These strawberries look so cute on you,” he murmured, nipping lightly. The gentle sting sent sparks straight to your core.

You let out a small moan as his hand squeezed your ass, the firm grip guiding your movements while you rocked against the growing hardness in his lap. “Leon… it feels good,” you breathed, fingers threading through his soft hair, tugging lightly.

He groaned at your words, clearly flustered. “Yeah?” One of his hands slipped under the lace of your panties, fingers gliding through your slick folds with a wet, obscene sound. The heat of his touch made your thighs tremble as he kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving faint marks.

After a moment, his other hand moved up your back. He fumbled with the bralette clasp and let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “Hang on… these things always fight back,” he muttered. When it finally came undone, he slowly slid the straps down your shoulders. The lace dragged teasingly over your skin before he pulled the bralette off completely.

As your breasts were fully exposed to the cool air, your nipples tightened instantly.

He stared for a second, visibly affected, breathing ragged. “Fuck…” He gently cupped them, warm palms enveloping the soft weight, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks in slow, reverent strokes. “You’re perfect.”

You smiled, cheeks warm. “You like what you see?” you asked teasingly, your voice a little shy.

“Like it? I love it,” he replied, voice husky. He leaned in and kissed the swell of one breast, then the other, his stubble grazing deliciously. He slowly took one into his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue swirled around the nipple. The wet heat and rhythmic pull made you arch into him with a soft, needy moan.

“I-I’m just trying not to rush… and overwhelm you. You look too good like this,” he said breathily, voice muffled against your skin.

You gently brushed his hair with your hand. “Take your time then.” You smiled.

He let out a warm chuckle that vibrated against you. “Oh, I will.” He started kissing down your stomach, slow and deliberate, lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat. The lower he went, the more you felt his breath trembling against your skin. “Is it okay if I…” he whispered, voice thick with desire.

“Oh, yes…” You whimpered, your voice trembling with need. His heart was pounding; you could feel it against your thigh as he slowly slid your panties down your legs, the lace catching slightly on your skin. You were now completely bare, the cool air kissing your soaked folds.

“Gosh… look at you,” he spoke softly, almost reverent. He spread your thighs wider, his hands perfect against your smooth skin. He gave open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, sucking lightly and leaving faint marks. “You okay?”

“Yes, please…” You whispered, holding his head with one hand, fingers tightening in his hair.

With your approval, his tongue gave you one long, slow lick from entrance to clit.

The wet heat and firm pressure made your hips jerk. He did it again, savoring you, a deep groan rumbling from his chest at your taste. “Fuck…” he rasped, the vibration shooting through you. He took his time, licking and sucking your clit with lazy, deliberate strokes, soft flicks, and gentle suction.

Then he brought two thick fingers up and slowly pushed them inside you. His fingers scissored gently, curling against that sensitive spot while his tongue circled your swollen clit relentlessly. Wet sounds and your shared heavy breathing filled the room.

You were still panting, thighs trembling, when he crawled back up, kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue as his slick fingers traced lazy patterns on your hip.

“You should see how beautiful you look right now,” he breathed, giving you small, affectionate kisses all over your flushed face.

“I love you, Leon,” you whimpered.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

You were in your room, upstairs, watching some old rom-com with a completely straight face, showing no sign of engagement. Leon was downstairs, doing whatever. You didn’t know. He’s your father’s best friend, who’s going through a shitty divorce. Your father was kind enough to let him crash for a few weeks. You didn’t mind. Of course. Well, not at all. Since you’ve had a crush on him for years now.

You're a college student who needs to study for her finals. Who has to. But your mind became too distracted since he came. And now, you're alone with him. Since your father left the town for his job and he isn’t going to be back very soon. You’re both glad and devastated. Since it’s both a good and a bad thing.

Should I go down? Am I being rude? Fuck it…

You closed your laptop and went downstairs. Leon was on the couch, the TV was off, and he had a glass of whiskey in his hand. You remembered his past experiences with alcohol, but your father told you that he’s being more responsible now. Still, he looked depressed. Maybe because his wife kicked him out of the house? Yeah, probably.

You cleared your throat and said, “Hey.” You were standing behind the couch. Your knees became weak from anxiety, and your hands were behind you.

He turned to look at you. “Hey. Not tired yet?” He spoke really softly. It made you calm down for a second. Leon always comforted you, since you were a struggling teenager. He was always there when you started high school. When you had problems with your friends. When you couldn’t get enough affection from your father. He was your everything, honestly. Even though you didn’t see him for a while.

You made your way to his opposite side and sat down, keeping some distance between you two. “No, I usually sleep late.” You twisted your hands together.

He repositioned himself to face you. “Studying for exams, huh?” He smiled at you, the kind of smile that you always adored. The one that made your heart weak for him.

You didn’t answer right away, just looked at the ground for a second as if it could help you come up with an answer. “Uh… No, I was actually watching a movie,” you answered, still avoiding eye contact at all costs. As if it could poison you, in a good way.

He gave a small chuckle and drank from his glass. “A movie? Aren’t your finals soon?” he said.

“Yeah, I couldn't get myself to study,” because you distract me. You turned your head to look at him just for a second. He was staring at you. And you realized how much more gorgeous he’s become since you last saw him.

“What were you watching that’s more important than your finals?” he asked, almost teasingly.

You became flustered at his teasing tone. “A rom-com…” You answered shyly.

He snorted at that. “Still watching those cheesy movies.” Then he patted your shoulder before having another sip from his whiskey. There was no judgment in his voice. He never judged you for anything. He was the only person who accepted you for who you are.

Your cheeks were getting red. “Yeah, some old habits never change, I guess,” you laughed awkwardly.

He gave a nod. You slowly turned your head towards the bottle on the table. You wanted to try it; you couldn’t resist yourself around alcohol, which became a really bad habit of yours. But you’re 21, so it’s perfectly fine… Or is it?

“Can I have a glass of that too?” you wanted to scream at yourself while asking that.

“You want some whiskey?” he stared right into your eyes. Almost trying to search for a reason.

“Y-Yeah.” You looked at him finally, as if begging him. But that didn’t make sense since you're an adult who can make your own choices. Plus, it’s your own house.

He laughed at your innocent look on your face. “When did you start drinking hard stuff like this?” Then he poured you a glass and handed it to you.

“Thanks, uh… Not long ago.” You twirled the glass in your hand and had a sip. The alcohol burned your throat, which made you cough.

“Easy, kiddo.” That nickname… He still calls me ‘kiddo’.

“I-I’m okay!” You laughed as if trying to prove you're really okay. He wasn’t sure, though.

“If you say so.” he turned on the TV, so there was no silence between you two. But you really couldn’t concentrate on what was on the screen. You wanted to look at him but couldn’t gather enough courage. So you just silently sat there and drank your beverage.

★・・・・・・★

“Hey, that’s enough. You’re completely wasted.” He took your glass and put it on the table. You couldn’t remember how much you drank but knew it was too much. You could feel every part of your body relaxing and your courage striking. Now you could finally look at him; he was closer, looking at you, feeling worried for you.

In response, you raised your hand and cupped his face with one hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “Your face… It’s so soft…” You smiled.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He tried to grab you to carry you to your room.

“No! I wanna stay next to you… don’t… don’t leave me.” you looked like you were almost crying.

Before he could answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself against him. Your body was warm, almost trembling. You looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes.

“Kiss me,” you breathed desperately. “Just… kiss me.”

He stiffened, heart pounding. His hands hovered uncertainly at your waist.

“No, it’s wrong,” he murmured, voice low and rough. After looking at you for a while, noticing your needy face, he took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re killing me…”

But you didn’t pull away. If anything, your arms tightened around him, your gaze never leaving his, unlike before you drank.

“I know,” you whispered. “But I don’t care right now. I just… need you.”

He stared down at you for a long moment, breathing unevenly. The warning bells in his head were loud, but the way you were looking at him, so vulnerable, so full of longing, made them fade. His resistance slowly crumbled.

“…Your father’s gonna kill me,” he finally said, “Just one kiss, okay?” he agreed reluctantly. You nodded then smiled at him.

He leaned in slowly, giving you one last chance to change your mind. Then finally your lips met gently at first, very soft, almost hesitant. It was a simple press, warm and sweet, like you were testing the waters. You sighed into it, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss lingered, deepening by degrees as you both relaxed into the moment.

Your grip tightened, and you tilted your head, parting your lips in invitation. He responded instinctively, his hand finding your waist as the kiss grew hotter, more urgent. What started as tender exploration turned more deep, dangerous, slower in rhythm but heavy with need. His tongue brushed yours, drawing a soft, desperate sound from your throat that sent heat rushing through him. You pressed your body against his, one hand sliding down his chest while the other stayed tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in a way that made his pulse spike.

The kiss turned hungry. Your lips moved with growing confidence. He tasted the faint taste of the whiskey you drank earlier, mixed with something uniquely you. When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing hard, your forehead rested against his, eyes half-lidded.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you confessed in a shaky whisper, your arms still wrapped around him like you never wanted to let go. “Thank you…”