Chapter 159: First Night with Mira (2) (R18)

"Ah... Leon," Mira moaned, her head falling back to expose the long, elegant column of her throat.

She pushed her chest forward, chasing the friction, her hands gripping his broad shoulders to anchor herself. Leon leaned forward, replacing his hands with his mouth, and closed his lips over her left breast, pulling the sensitive peak deep into the wet, burning heat of his mouth.

He sucked hard, his tongue swirling expertly around the sensitized nerve endings, and Mira let out a loud, breathless cry, her hips instinctively grinding forward against his heavily muscled thighs.

She threaded her fingers tightly into his hair, holding him against her chest as he relentlessly laved and sucked at her flesh. The thick, intoxicating heat in her core was building into an agonizing, desperate pressure.

"Please," Mira begged, her voice a ragged, completely unfiltered plea for release.

"I need you inside me, Leon. I need to feel it."

Leon pulled back slowly, his icy blue and golden eyes burning with a dark, consuming fire. He reached down, gripping the towel around his waist, and discarded it onto the floor with a swift, fluid motion.

Mira’s silver eyes dropped instantly, her breath completely catching in her dry throat as she saw him fully exposed. The brief, shocking memory from the Lotus Rest hot spring had not done the reality of his sheer size any justice, for he was terrifyingly thick and incredibly long, a physical manifestation of his absolute, catastrophic power.

A spike of primal, genuine apprehension warred briefly with the intense, blooming lust flooding her system, but she trusted him implicitly, and the sheer hunger in her core demanded that she take the risk.

She rose up on her knees, shifting her weight to align her slick, burning center perfectly over his heavy length, and braced her hands flat against the incredibly hard, scarred musculature of his chest. Mira bit her swollen lower lip, her silver eyes locking onto his intense, glowing heterochromia.

"I’m ready," she whispered, her voice trembling with raw, unadulterated anticipation.

Leon gripped her lush, wide hips securely, his large hands completely enveloping the soft flesh of her thighs.

With a sharp, shuddering exhale, Mira sank down onto him.

The initial stretch was incredibly intense, forcing a loud, resonant gasp from her parted lips. She had experience, but nothing could have truly prepared her body for the overwhelming, absolute fullness of Leon, so she paused halfway down, her eyes squeezing shut as she desperately breathed through the intense, burning friction.

"Slowly," Leon murmured, his voice a steady, grounding anchor in the chaotic storm of her senses.

He didn’t force her down; he held her hips perfectly still, allowing her body the time it needed to adjust to his massive size. Mira nodded blindly, her jaw tight, taking a deep, shuddering breath to calm her racing heart.

She lifted herself slightly, relieving the pressure, before pressing back down with a deliberate, experienced roll of her hips. The pain rapidly dissolved, entirely replaced by a blinding, catastrophic wave of pure pleasure, and she sank all the way down, burying him to the absolute hilt, her soft thighs resting flush against his abdomen. A long, trembling sigh escaped her lips, her body completely melting into the profound, intimate connection.

"God, you feel incredible," Mira breathed, opening her silver eyes to look at him with absolute, unfiltered adoration.

"So do you," Leon groaned, his voice thick with the heavy, primal strain of holding back his own restraint.

Mira didn’t wait for him to set the pace, because she knew exactly what she wanted, and her body was screaming for it. She began to ride him, her movements smooth, deliberate, and expertly calculated to maximize the sensation, lifting her hips and pulling almost entirely off him before snapping down with a heavy, wet impact.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed loudly in the quiet, amber-lit bedroom, completely masking the distant roar of the waterfall. Mira found her rhythm quickly, her thighs flexing and releasing in a steady, incredibly powerful cadence, and she leaned forward, her heavy breasts swaying beautifully with every downward thrust, her silver hair clinging to her sweat-slicked cheeks.

Leon let her lead, his hands sliding up to cup her generous bust, his thumbs teasing the tight peaks as she bounced against him. The dual stimulation was absolute torture for Mira, completely short-circuiting her mind, and her moans grew louder, fracturing into stuttering, breathless fragments of sound that filled the silent estate.

"Ah! Yes... right there... fuck, Leon, yes!" Mira babbled incoherently, completely abandoning her defenses.

She was completely lost in the storm of pleasure, her hips grinding brutally against his in a desperate search for the ultimate summit, and the sheer friction was generating a blazing inferno within her core. She was incredibly tight, her internal muscles clamping down around him with a rhythmic, pulsing intensity that drove Leon insane.

Leon knew she was approaching her absolute limit, her stamina rapidly burning out under the immense sensory overload, so he decided it was time to completely take the reins. With a sudden, fluid motion, he gripped her lush hips tightly and lifted her effortlessly into the air.

Mira gasped as the world violently flipped, her back hitting the cool, woven silk sheets of the mattress, and the heavy, dominant, and absolutely crushing weight of her husband instantly settled over her flushed body.

"My turn," Leon whispered directly into her ear, the deep rumble of his voice sending a violent shiver down her spine.

He lifted her thick thighs, draping her legs securely over his broad shoulders, opening her completely and entirely to him. Then he drove his hips forward, sinking into her slick, burning heat with a deep, deliberate, and devastatingly powerful thrust.

Mira screamed his name, a beautiful, shattering sound that tore through the quiet tranquility of the night, and her hands flew up, her fingers digging frantically into the dark silk pillows on either side of her head.

"Leon... oh my god, it’s so deep," she sobbed, completely undone by the sudden, overwhelming shift in gravity and friction.

Leon established a new rhythm, one that she couldn’t control. He pulled back almost entirely before driving home again, ensuring she felt every single pleasurable inch of him, and the pace increased rapidly, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, and infinitely more primal.

Mira was completely overwhelmed, her head thrashing wildly from side to side on the pillows as the pleasure blinded her. The tension coiling low in her stomach was tightening into an agonizing, beautiful pressure that aggressively demanded immediate release, and her entire body flushed a deep, feverish pink, her skin slick with sweat as she chased the elusive, shattering crescendo.

"Look at me, Mira," Leon commanded, his own breathing turning incredibly ragged and heavy as he approached his own limit.

She forced her hazy, tear-filled silver eyes open, locking onto the intense, glowing fire in his heterochromic gaze.

The climax hit Mira like a physical shockwave, completely obliterating her final shreds of control. Her entire body went rigidly taut, her spine bowing off the mattress as she shattered into a million pieces of transcendent bliss, and her internal muscles clamped down around his thick length with a violent, milking intensity that instantly dragged Leon over the edge.

Leon let out a harsh, guttural roar, driving into her one final, profound time as he poured his explosive release deep inside her.

"Ahhhhh... Leoooon!" Mira moaned loudly, her voice trembling and breaking beautifully as the absolute euphoria consumed her entirely.