His kisses were driving Summer crazy, and she could not help but try to push him away.
Locking his fingers with hers, he raised her arms and pinned them above her head. So, Summer was now like a starfish, completely unprotected before him. She tilted her head away, shying away from his eyes as she shrank her shoulders, trying to withdraw herself.
Leonardo knew what that meant. He bit her on the chest naughtily, and it was so light that Summer did not feel pain but an itch. As she let out a groan, he chortled. Out of shame, Summer flew into a rage.
“Do it quickly!”
“We haven’t even started yet!”
Leonardo’s voice was unusually hoarse. He kissed her earlobe, and his hot breath sent a tingling sensation throughout her body. Under the bright ambient light in the bedroom, a pinkish undertone began to rise beneath her fair skin as her temperature rose, emitting an alluring scent.
Leonardo could not help swallowing, moving his free hand down her back. He slid past her dimples of Venus, all the way down and explored with his fingers. Summer let out a scream as her most private triangle was encroached, but her scream soon trailed off into a soft moan. His breathing grew heavy, and there was sweat on his forehead, yet his finger did not behave recklessly just because his lustful desire was reaching its tipping point. He was very patient, constantly teasing her with his fingers and questions.
“Is it here?”
“Do you feel good?”
“You want me to go deeper?”
The bangs on her forehead were drenched in sweat, while her black hair was spread over the pillow as she blushed with her eyes closed amid all that passion. Despite biting her lip as hard as she could, an occasional soft moan still escaped her throat. It was very restrained yet inviting.
Leonardo planted his lips on hers in a passionate kiss, thrusting his hips into her…
…
Summer felt as if she had sunk into a hot spring; everything was getting hotter, and her breathing was growing heavier. She wanted to struggle, but Leonardo was never going to let that happen. He was over her, using his body weight to restrain her. He caressed her back around her dimples of Venus with one hand and stroked her sweat-drenched hair with the other.
“Relax…”
He encouraged her with his now very hoarse voice, consciously keeping his voice low with a mesmerizing undertone. As Summer’s body started to ease up, he seized the opportunity. Holding her by the waist, he thrust lustfully.
When the passionate affair finally ended, Summer’s eyes were half-closed. She was drenched in sweat as if she had just been lifted out of the water. Leonardo was still lying over her, unmoving. When she woke up, she was suddenly conscious of their intimacy. Shame quickly colored her skin red again.
She pushed him away. “Get down…”
She found her voice hoarse with a heavy nasal consonant. Her throat felt just as bad.
Finally, there was a response from Leonardo. More specifically, it was his sausage that responded. Summer blushed and sounded as if she was pleading. “No, I can’t take it anymore…”
“One more time.” Leonardo kissed her again. She tried to push him away, but he overpowered her. This time, he seemed a little gentler than before, but his gentleness did not last long. Soon, he once again turned into a hungry wolf that was having its first meal in a week.
…
In the bathroom, Summer had just given up, letting Leonardo fiddle around however he liked; she was dog-tired and could only glance at him with her half-closed eyes. Just one more time? Men were just untrustworthy, especially men with an unfathomable mind like Leonardo. He said he wanted to bathe her, but his hands got naughty. Summer slapped his hands away. “Get out, I can bathe myself.”
“Are you sure?” Leonardo looked up at her with a faint smile on his face. He appeared to be in a good mood, not as grim as before. There was even light in his eyes, but so what if he had a good-looking face?
“I’m sure.” She looked away.
“Then I’ll leave you to it.”
“Yeah, get out quickly!” He was dilly-dallying like a woman.
Leonardo rose to his feet and released his hands. Before he even stepped out of the bathtub, Summer was sliding into the water. Leonardo had to scramble to fish her out of the water.
…
When they were finally done and back in bed, it was about first light. By the time Leonardo woke up, Summer was still in dreamland. Her face was flushed from the warmth under the quilt, and her long eyelashes looked like fans, casting shadows over her eyes. She looked like a good kiddie at that moment.
Footsteps were heard in the living hall, and as if a thought crossed his mind, Leonardo tucked the quilt nicely around Summer. He got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and strolled slowly out of the bedroom.
Carl entered the living room. Seeing no one there, he wondered if the two of them had finally “made it” last night.
Leonardo closed the door behind him, and in just a few paces, he was face to face with Carl, who was stunned upon seeing him.
“You’re awake this early?” Had last night’s plan failed? If not, why did he wake up so early?
Leonardo’s face was glum. “You still have the nerve to come here?”
Just then, Carl saw the unusual red marks on Leonardo’s neck, which were akin to scratch marks. He broke into a lewd smile. “Why not? You should be grateful to me now!”
Leonardo sneered, and just as he was about to say something, he heard something behind him. He tried to catch the sound, but it vanished just as quickly as it came. He then muttered to Carl, “Grateful for drugging me?”
“It was not me! I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Carl denied it categorically. It must have been the glass of wine that someone had poured for him last night. He had been mulling over stopping drinking lately, so Leonardo drank the wine. That was when the problem started. He was not sure if he could claim to know Leonardo like the back of his hand, but he was sure of one thing: Leonardo had taken a liking to Summer for real. Hence, he may as well just ask Summer to come over.