Chapter 359: Marie’s Night (1) [R-18]

The door closed behind them, and the two adults could finally sigh in peace. Now, they were truly alone.

"Oh, uh... what about your ghost partner?" Marie asked hesitantly, glancing around.

"She’s not here." Leon exhaled. "She went back to her world."

"Oh... alright." She nodded.

After speaking with Gwen, due already had a good understanding of who Thyra was. Sadly, she couldn’t see the woman or speak with her. Gwen or Leon could try being an intermediary for their communication, but that would be too stressful.

Still, they now knew of each other’s existences.

Marie stared into Leon’s black eyes for a long while, silent and unmoving. Then, she moved.

She lunged at him like a tigress, wrapping herself around him and throwing him to the ground. Leon blinked in surprise as they hit the floor.

"Eh?"

Before he could properly question her wildness, he felt her hot tongue on the skin of his neck. He shivered, realizing what was happening. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, but he suppressed it.

Having learnt Thyra’s strategy, he was determined to use it properly.

Marie continued savoring his neck, burying her nose in his nape and inhaling his scent.

"Leon... you have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this." She purred against his skin, sending the vibrations through his body.

Slowly, she raised her head from his neck and stopped above him, looking at his eyes.

"How many times I’ve wanted to... own you."

Lowering her head, she kissed him deeply. Leon responded to her kiss, running his hand through her hair.

It wasn’t a slow kiss, but it wasn’t rushed either. It was simply moderate, like a person determined to stay in a single position for a long time.

They kissed each other until their lips felt dry. Then, Marie pulled away, panting.

"Leon..."

Grabbing her hips, he lifted her from the floor and settled his back on the bed, with her still straddling him.

After settling fully onto the bed with Marie straddling his hips, the mattress dipping under their combined weight, she began to move. Her thick thighs bracketed him, the soft, heavy flesh of them pressing warm against his sides. She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate grind, the heat of her core rubbing firmly against the growing hardness trapped beneath his trousers.

Auburn hair spilled forward over her shoulders in loose waves, framing a face flushed with want. Her grey eyes locked onto his black ones and stayed there, dark with hunger, unblinking, as if she meant to devour him through sight alone.

She lowered her head until her lips hovered a breath from his. The soft brush of her mouth against his sent a shiver down his spine.

"Leon... I love you."

The words were murmured, low and rough, vibrating against his lips. He answered without hesitation, his voice steady even as his hands settled on the lush curve of her waist.

"I love you too, Marie."

Their mouths met in a deep, unhurried kiss. Tongues slid together, tasting, claiming. She kissed him like she had waited years for the right to do it freely—slow at first, then deeper, wetter, her full breasts pressing soft and heavy against his chest.

The grinding of her hips grew sharper. Each roll dragged the damp heat of her against the hard line of his cock, the friction building until the fabric between them felt unbearable.

He could feel her getting wetter by the second; the thin barrier of her trousers darkened with it, and the scent of her arousal began to rise between them, warm and intimate.

Marie broke the kiss with a soft, frustrated sound. She sat up just enough to look down at him, grey eyes glittering.

"Clothes," She laughed with a flicker of irritation. "I never knew they could be annoying."

She slid backward off his lap, her knees sinking into the mattress as she moved down the length of his body. Her hands went to the waistband of his trousers, fingers working the button and zipper with impatient precision.

She tugged them down, taking his underwear with them, and tossed the fabric aside. Leon’s cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already flushed and straining upward.

Marie’s breath caught.

She stared for a long moment, taking in the length and girth of him, the way a bead of precum had already gathered at the tip.

"Oh goodness," She whispered, almost to herself. "You’re... big."

One soft hand wrapped around the base. She stroked him slowly from root to tip, thumb spreading the slick fluid over the sensitive head. Leon’s hips twitched.

A low groan rolled out of his throat. She leaned in and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside, then opened her mouth and took him in. The wet heat of her tongue swirled around the head before she sank lower, lips stretching around his thickness.

She sucked with slow, steady pressure, one hand working the shaft she couldn’t fit, the other braced on his thigh. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet room. Leon’s fingers tangled in her auburn hair, not guiding, just holding on as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. She worked him for a full minute, sucking, licking, stroking, until his breathing had turned ragged and soft grunts kept spilling from his lips every time she hollowed her cheeks.

When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes never left his, then she stood just long enough to shove her own trousers and underwear down her thick thighs and kick them away.

The soft, full curve of her bare hips and the thatch of dark hair between her legs came into view. She climbed back over him, straddling his hips once more, the slick folds of her cunt hovering just above the tip of his cock.

She paused, grey eyes searching his face. "Am I rushing?"

Leon shook his head, chuckling.

"Do as you wish, Marie. I’m yours tonight."

The words hit her like a spark to dry tinder. A visible shiver ran through her voluptuous body.

She reached down, wrapped her fingers around him again, and guided the broad head to her entrance. The first slow press made both of them inhale sharply. She sank down inch by careful inch, the tight, soft walls of her cunt stretching around his thickness.

Leon’s hands clenched on her hips as the slick heat enveloped him. A deep grunt tore from his chest at the sensation—hot, wet, impossibly tight.

Marie’s mouth fell open on a long, shaky moan as she was filled. He was big, and it had been so long—only once before, the night Nora had been conceived within her—and the stretch burned sweetly. Overwhelming and perfect all at once.

She kept going until every last inch was buried inside her, until the soft weight of her ass rested fully against his thighs and she was seated to the hilt.

She stayed still, breathing hard, grey eyes squeezed shut while her body adjusted to the fullness.

Leon could feel the tiny flutters of her inner muscles around him, the way she clenched and released as she grew used to the intrusion. When her eyes finally opened again, there was a dangerous, hungry glint in the grey. She planted both hands on the firm plane of his chest, nails lightly scoring his skin, and began to move.

She rode him like someone who had been starving for this exact feeling. Slow at first, lifting almost all the way off until only the head remained inside, then sinking back down in a long, deliberate slide that made him scrape along every sensitive ridge inside her.

Each descent sent a visible jolt through her thick body; her full breasts swayed with the motion, nipples tight and dark.

The wet sounds of their joining grew louder. She found a rhythm quickly, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that ground her clit against the base of his cock every time she bottomed out.

Pleasure sparked up her spine in sharp, electric bursts. Soft, broken moans spilled from her lips with every stroke.

"Leon... ahn, feels so good~!"

She rode harder, faster, her auburn hair bouncing against her back. The soft, heavy flesh of her thighs and ass slapped against him.

Her cunt gripped him like a fist, so tight it bordered on overwhelming, the slick walls dragging along his length with every rise and fall. Leon’s hands roamed—squeezing the plush curve of her hips, sliding up to cup the heavy weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples.

She leaned into the touch, grey eyes half-lidded and wild. The pleasure built fast inside her, sharper and hotter than she had expected. Her movements grew erratic.

A high, desperate cry tore from her throat as the first orgasm crashed through her without warning.

"Ahhnnnnggg~!"

She clenched hard around him, pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves, body shuddering as she came. Wetness flooded around his cock. She kept moving through it for a few more strokes, chasing every last spark, then finally collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard, spent. Her soft, voluptuous body draped over him, still connected, still trembling with aftershocks.

"I... I can’t..." She panted against his neck. "It’s been so long... only once before... Nora..."

Leon’s arms wrapped around her, steady and sure. He let her rest for a few heartbeats, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat against his chest, the soft weight of her breasts pressed to his skin. Then he moved.

In one smooth motion he rolled them, pinning her thick body beneath him on the mattress. Marie’s grey eyes flew open in surprise as her back hit the sheets. He stayed buried deep inside her through the shift, the new angle making her gasp.

"Let me handle it now, Marie."