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Leah lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her legs still trembling, her skin flushed and glowing. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air between us.

I had devoured her, claimed her, and yet… something had changed. Something had shifted between us.

And as I knelt there, looking down at her, I couldn’t help but wonder what it all meant.

Leah lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The look in her eyes was one of shock, disbelief, and something more—something deeper. She stared at me, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed what had just happened.

I could see it in her expression, the realization dawning on her, the weight of my actions sinking in. She knew. She knew exactly what I had done—what I had tasted. The evidence of Scott still inside her, and yet, I hadn’t hesitated. I hadn’t held back.

"Brian…" she whispered, her voice shaky, filled with both confusion and disbelief. "Why? Why did you do that?"

Her question hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. The truth was raw, and I wasn’t sure I could put it into words. But as I looked down at her, lying there beneath me, her legs still parted, her body still responding to me, I knew I had to tell her. I had to be honest, no matter how vulnerable it made me feel.

I moved over her, positioning myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs as I slowly entered her. Leah gasped, her eyes widening as I filled her, the sensation overwhelming her senses. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed to feel her, to reclaim her, to remind her that she was still mine, despite everything.

"I did it because…" I muttered, my voice low and filled with a raw, primal need, "because I had to. I had to make you mine again."

Leah’s breath hitched, her body tensing beneath me as the weight of my words washed over her. I could see the way her mind was racing, processing what I had said, and I knew she understood. She could feel it too—that primal urge that had driven me, the need to take her back, to erase any trace of Scott from her body, to remind her of the connection we still had.

"But he…" she whispered, her voice trembling as her body responded to the slow, deliberate thrusts of my hips. "He was just… and you…"

"I know," I interrupted, my voice rough as I pushed deeper into her, my hands gripping her thighs tighter. "I know what he did. I know what happened. But I needed to taste you. I needed to remind myself that you’re still mine."

Leah moaned, her body arching beneath me as the words sank in, the truth of them hitting her as hard as they had hit me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"I needed you," I continued, my voice thick with emotion as I thrust into her again, harder this time. "I needed to reclaim you. To make you feel me."

Leah gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as her body responded to my words, her hips lifting to meet mine as I moved faster, more urgently. She was on the edge again, teetering between the shock of my confession and the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside her.

Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and filled with something raw, something she hadn’t shown me before. I could see the conflict in her gaze—the guilt, the confusion, but also the undeniable arousal that surged through her body.

"I’m still yours," she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt herself slipping closer to the edge. "I’ve always been yours."

Those words—those simple, desperate words—pushed me over the edge, and I thrust into her harder, my hands gripping her hips as I took her with a renewed sense of purpose. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, our breathing heavy, our connection undeniable.

Leah cried out, her body tensing as the orgasm hit her, her legs tightening around me as she came hard, her moans filling the air. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body clenching around me as I continued to thrust into her, claiming her, reclaiming her.

Her hands reached up, gripping my shoulders as she held on, her head falling back against the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed to feel every inch of her, needed to remind her of the connection we had, the bond that had never been broken, no matter what had happened with Scott.

Leah’s body shook with the force of her release, her moans growing louder as she came again, the pleasure overwhelming her. And as I watched her, as I felt her pulse around me, I knew—deep down—that this was what I had needed all along. To reclaim her. To take her back.

To remind her that she was still mine.

As I thrust into her one last time, my own release crashing over me, I groaned, my body tensing as I spilled into her. The pleasure was intense, raw, and powerful, and in that moment, everything else faded away. There was no Scott, no betrayal—just us, connected in a way that nothing could break.

And as Leah lay beneath me, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, I knew that this was our beginning. A new start, forged in the heat of passion and the raw need to reclaim what was ours.

She was still mine.

And I was still hers.

After everything had settled, the air between us still thick with the raw intimacy we’d just shared, I found myself lying next to Leah, her body still warm and trembling beside mine. The room was quiet now, our heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. The rush of emotions—lust, need, and confusion—had begun to fade, leaving space for something else. A strange sense of calm.

I turned my head to look at her, her eyes half-closed, but I could tell she was still processing everything too. Her skin still glowed from the intensity of what we had just done, but now, without the distraction of passion, I found myself thinking about why I wasn’t angry. Why, after everything, the feeling gnawing at me wasn’t rage but something else—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Leah must have sensed the shift in my mood because her eyes opened fully, and she looked over at me, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how.

"Brian…" she began, her voice soft, cautious.

I stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. I should’ve been furious, I should’ve felt betrayed. The woman I loved had just spent the night with another man, intimately, and I had seen the evidence of that all over her when she walked in this morning. But instead, what I felt was more complicated than that—something that surprised even me.

“I’m not mad,” I said suddenly, my voice almost surprising me as the words left my lips.

Leah’s eyes widened, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “You’re not?”

I shook my head, turning to face her fully. “I thought I would be… or at least, I thought I should be. But I’m not.”

She blinked, clearly unsure of what to make of my admission. “How can you not be mad? After everything that happened? I—” She trailed off, her voice cracking slightly with guilt.

I reached out, taking her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “I thought seeing you like that, knowing what you and Scott did, would make me angry. Jealous, maybe. And don’t get me wrong—I felt something. But it wasn’t what I expected. It’s like…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s like I understand it.”

Leah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around mine as she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “Understand?”

I nodded. “I don’t know how to explain it, but… when you walked through that door, I could see it. I could see how he affected you. I could feel it. And instead of wanting to take that away, I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to know that even though you were with him, you were still mine. And I think… I think that’s why I’m not angry.”

Leah’s eyes softened, her expression filled with something between relief and surprise. “I didn’t know what to expect when I came home,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I was terrified of how you’d react, of what this would mean for us. I didn’t want to hurt you, but… I didn’t expect to feel the way I did last night.”

I stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

“Being with him,” she whispered, her eyes glancing away for a moment, “it made me feel free in a way I didn’t expect. But it wasn’t about him, not really. It was about… me. About letting go of control. And I think, for a long time, I’ve been holding onto this version of myself that didn’t really let me experience that. But last night, something shifted.”

Her words hung in the air, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I understood what she was saying. It wasn’t about Scott. It was about her. About something she had found within herself that had nothing to do with him, but everything to do with her own desire and freedom.

“I don’t blame you for that,” I said softly, surprising even myself. “I saw it in your eyes when you came home. You looked… different. And maybe part of me should hate that, should feel like I’ve lost something. But I don’t. Because in a weird way, I feel like I gained something too.”

Leah’s eyes filled with emotion, and she squeezed my hand, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I don’t want to lose you, Brian. I don’t want what happened last night to come between us.”

I shook my head, pulling her closer to me, her body warm against mine. “You’re not losing me. We’re figuring this out together. And maybe this… maybe this is part of that.”

Leah looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with both relief and confusion. “How can you be so calm about this? I don’t even fully understand it myself, and yet…”

I smiled slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t think either of us fully understands it yet. But what I do know is that I love you, Leah. And what happened last night—whatever it was—it doesn’t change that. If anything, it’s opened up something new between us. Something I didn’t even know was there.”

Leah’s eyes filled with tears, but she smiled softly, her fingers tracing small patterns on my chest. “I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect any of this.”

I chuckled softly. “Neither did I. But here we are.”

We lay there in silence for a moment, the weight of the night before still lingering between us, but in a way that felt different now. Lighter. There was no anger, no resentment—just an understanding, a shared acknowledgment that what we had was evolving. And maybe, just maybe, that was okay.

“I’m still yours,” Leah whispered, her voice soft, vulnerable. “No matter what happened last night, I’m still yours.”

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “And I’m still yours,” I whispered back. “Nothing’s changed that.”

And as we lay there together, our bodies entwined, I knew that this conversation was just the beginning of something new—something we would have to navigate together. But I wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

Because I knew, deep down, that whatever this was, we were still us.

As we lay there, the quiet settling around us, I found myself still processing everything we had shared—the truth, the emotions, the raw vulnerability of it all. Leah was curled up beside me, her body warm and soft against mine, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. The weight of what had happened still lingered, but the confusion and tension had lessened, replaced by a strange sense of understanding.

But there was something else lingering in my mind, a question I hadn’t yet asked.

I swallowed, my heart pounding as I turned my head to look at her, her face peaceful yet thoughtful. She had been through so much, and I knew she was still trying to make sense of her own feelings. But I couldn’t ignore what was stirring in the back of my mind.

“Leah…” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. She looked up at me, her eyes soft but curious, waiting for what I was about to say. “Do you still… need more?”

Her expression changed slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she searched my eyes. I could see the way her mind raced for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She hesitated, her hand stilling on my chest as the weight of the question settled between us.

“I…” she began, her voice trembling slightly as she looked down, her brow furrowing in thought. “I don’t know.”

Her admission didn’t surprise me, but hearing her say it out loud made the air between us feel heavier. I could sense the conflict in her—the guilt, the curiosity, and the lingering need for something she hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Leah took a deep breath, her fingers absentmindedly tracing my skin again as she continued. “Last night… it woke something in me. It made me feel free, in a way I haven’t felt before. But it also made me realize that I’ve been holding back. From you. From myself.”

Her words hit me in a way I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just about Scott or what had happened between them—it was about her own journey, her own need for something deeper, more freeing, than she had allowed herself to experience before.

“I’m not saying I don’t want us,” she whispered, her voice fragile yet determined. “I love you, Brian. I always will. But there’s something in me that… I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe I do still need more, but I don’t even know what that more is yet.”

I swallowed hard, trying to process what she was saying. I wasn’t angry—I understood her more than I thought I would—but the reality of her words still hit me in a way that I hadn’t anticipated.

“You don’t have to hide it from me,” I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. “If you need more, if there’s something in you that you haven’t explored yet… I want to know. I want to be part of it.”

Leah’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at me, surprised by my response. “You mean that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I mean it. I don’t want to hold you back. If there’s something you need, something that makes you feel free, then I want to help you find it. I don’t want us to lose each other in this, but I also don’t want you to feel trapped.”

Leah’s eyes filled with tears, and she blinked them away quickly, her hand gripping mine as she looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. “I don’t know what that more looks like yet,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “But I don’t want to lose what we have either.”

“You won’t,” I whispered, squeezing her hand gently. “We can figure it out together. If you need more, if you need to explore that part of yourself… I’ll be here. We can navigate it together. But I need to know what you want.”

Leah looked at me for a long moment, her lips parted as she tried to find the right words. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the weight of her emotions. But there was also something else there—something raw, something that she hadn’t allowed herself to express fully until now.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I always want you. But there’s a part of me that craves something more. Something that I don’t fully understand yet. And I’m scared of that. Scared of what it means. Scared of how it might change us.”

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to be scared. We’ll figure it out together. Just don’t hide it from me. Don’t hold back.”

Leah looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and fear. “I’m not sure how to even begin. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I said softly, pulling her closer to me. “As long as we’re honest, as long as we talk about it, we’ll be okay. I want to be there for you, in whatever way you need.”

She nodded, her lips trembling slightly as she rested her head against my chest. “I don’t know where this will take us, Brian,” she whispered, her voice fragile but filled with determination. “But I’m glad I don’t have to figure it out alone.”

We lay there in silence for a long moment, the weight of our conversation hanging between us, but it didn’t feel heavy anymore. It felt lighter, like we had opened a door that neither of us knew we needed to open. There was uncertainty, yes. But there was also understanding, a connection that ran deeper than just the surface.

Leah lifted her head, her eyes searching mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “For being willing to… to go through this with me.”

I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

And as she nestled closer to me, her body warm and soft against mine, I knew that whatever lay ahead—whatever “more” meant for us—we would face it together. Because at the heart of it all, despite the confusion and the complexity, we still had each other. And that was enough. For now.

As Leah lay next to me, her body curled into mine, I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the events of the night before—every vivid, raw moment that had unfolded between her and Scott. I had seen Leah in a way I never had before. I had witnessed her completely surrender, let go of everything, and give herself over to something deeper. Something primal. And as strange as it was, the memory didn’t fill me with anger or jealousy. It filled me with awe.

I turned my head, looking at her face, her eyes still clouded with emotion and uncertainty. The weight of what she had shared was heavy, but I couldn’t hold back the thoughts that were bubbling to the surface. I needed to say them. I needed to know how she felt about them.

“You know…” I began, my voice low and thoughtful. “Last night… watching you, being part of it in a way—I wasn’t just surprised by how much you let go. I was stunned.”

Leah’s breath hitched slightly, and she glanced up at me, her brow furrowing as if she didn’t quite know where I was going with this. “Stunned?” she asked, her voice quiet, filled with both curiosity and caution.

I nodded, my heart beating faster as I remembered the sight of her. “Yeah. The way you gave yourself to Scott… it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about you, Leah. You were completely free. You were confident, wild, uninhibited in a way I’ve never seen before.”

Leah swallowed hard, her eyes flicking away from mine, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as if the memory of what she had done was suddenly hitting her all over again.

“And I’m not just talking about the way you let him have you,” I continued, my voice soft but insistent. “I’m talking about everything. The way you rimmed him—God, that's so decadent when you donthat.” My voice dropped lower, hushed with awe as I recalled the moment. “You didn’t hesitate. You just… gave yourself to him like that.”

Leah’s eyes widened, and I could see the tension in her body as she remembered the moment. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She didn’t know what to say.

“And then,” I added, my voice growing more intense, “the way you held yourself open for him… letting him take you like that, in ways we’ve never explored.” I swallowed hard, the memory burning in my mind. “You let him have your ass, Leah. You gave it to him so willingly, and the look on your face… I could see how much you were enjoying it. How much you wanted it.”

Leah’s cheeks flushed deeper, her breath coming in shaky gasps as she processed my words. I could tell that reliving those moments was stirring something in her, something raw, something she was still trying to come to terms with.

“I… I don’t know what came over me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “It was like… something just snapped. I felt like I was free to do things I’d never imagined. Things I didn’t even know I wanted to do.” She hesitated, biting her lip. “And when I did them, it felt… good. It felt right.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to reconcile my own feelings about what had happened. It should have made me angry or jealous, seeing my wife in those moments, doing things with another man that we had never done together. But it didn’t. It had fascinated me. It had excited me.

“It wasn’t just good, Leah,” I muttered, my voice thick with the weight of the admission. “It was incredible to watch you like that. To see you let go of all the boundaries and just… be yourself. I don’t know why, but it made me feel more connected to you, even though Scott was the one taking you.”

Leah looked up at me, her eyes wide and shimmering with uncertainty. “You’re not mad?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head, reaching out to cup her cheek gently, brushing my thumb over her flushed skin. “No,” I admitted, my voice soft but firm. “I thought I would be. I thought seeing you like that, doing those things, would make me feel like I was losing you. But it didn’t. It made me see a side of you I didn’t even know existed. A side that I… want to explore more with you.”

Leah’s breath hitched, her lips trembling as she struggled to find the words. “I… I didn’t expect it to happen like that. I didn’t expect to want it as much as I did.”

I nodded, understanding her completely. “But you did. You wanted it. And you didn’t hold back. You gave yourself to him in a way that was so raw, so real… and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Leah’s eyes searched mine, her expression filled with both vulnerability and a strange kind of relief. “I didn’t know I could do that,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know I could be that person.”

“You can,” I said softly, brushing her hair back from her face. “And I’m not just talking about with Scott. I want to be part of that with you, Leah. I want to explore that side of you too.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the way her body reacted to my words—the way her chest rose and fell more quickly, the way her lips parted slightly as she processed what I was saying.

“You want that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “I do. I want to see that side of you. I want to know what it feels like to have you let go like that… but with me.”

Leah’s eyes filled with emotion, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine softly, her breath shaky as she kissed me. I could feel the weight of everything in that kiss—her guilt, her uncertainty, but also her desire.

When she pulled back, she looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. “Then let’s figure it out together,” she whispered, her voice filled with determination. “I want to give that part of me to you too.”

As the memories of the night before swirled in my mind, my heart pounded harder in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about it—about what Leah had done, about how uninhibited she had been with Scott, how she had given herself so completely. The rawness of it, the freedom in her actions, stirred something deep inside me. And the more I thought about it, the more aroused I became.

I shifted slightly beside her, my body reacting as my mind filled with the images of her, of what she had done, of what I had witnessed. I swallowed hard, my breath coming out a little more ragged as the arousal coursed through me.

Leah noticed the change immediately. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a playful glint sparking in her gaze. She bit her lip, a slow, knowing smile creeping across her face. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

I nodded, unable to lie. “I can’t stop,” I admitted, my voice thick with desire. “I keep thinking about you… doing that to him. How you rimmed him again.” My heart pounded harder in my chest, the words coming out more easily than I expected. “And I keep wondering… what that would feel like. If you did it to me.”

Leah’s smile widened, her eyes darkening with a mischievous glint. “Oh?” she teased, her voice filled with both amusement and arousal. “Is that what you want, Brian? You want to know how it feels?”

I could only nod, the thought alone making my body ache with desire. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want to feel it.”

Leah’s smile turned downright wicked as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I can do that for you,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “But you have to be ready for it.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “I’m ready.”

With a playful glint in her eyes, Leah started kissing down my body, her lips soft and teasing as they trailed over my chest and stomach. I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin, the anticipation building with every second, every kiss. My heart pounded in my chest, the arousal growing stronger with each touch.

When she reached my hips, she paused, looking up at me with that same naughty smile. “Pull your knees back,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Spread your legs for me.”

My heart raced as I obeyed her, pulling my knees back and spreading my legs, exposing myself completely to her. The vulnerability of the position sent a surge of excitement through me, and I could feel the heat between us intensifying.

Leah’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire as she lowered herself between my legs, her hands gently resting on my thighs, spreading me further apart. The moment her tongue touched me there, my entire body jolted, my head falling back against the bed as a deep moan escaped my lips.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was intimate, raw, and overwhelming. My eyes rolled back in my head as Leah’s tongue teased the sensitive skin, her touch slow and deliberate. I could feel her breath against me, her tongue flicking over the most vulnerable part of me, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“Oh God…” I moaned, my fingers gripping the sheets as my body trembled under her touch. “Leah…”

She grinned against me, clearly enjoying my reaction as her tongue pressed deeper, teasing me, exploring me in a way I had never experienced before. Every movement sent another surge of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help the way my hips bucked slightly in response, seeking more of her.

“How does it feel?” Leah asked softly, her voice filled with teasing amusement as her tongue moved slowly over me, making my entire body shudder. “To know you’re not the first person to feel my tongue there in the last 24 hours?”

Her words sent a jolt through me, my heart pounding in my chest as the reality of what she was saying hit me. She was right. Scott had been here before me. He had felt this same pleasure, this same intimate touch from her, and now it was my turn.

And instead of jealousy, the thought only aroused me more.

“It feels…” I gasped, my voice trembling as her tongue pressed deeper, pushing me further into the overwhelming sensation. “It feels incredible.”

Leah’s grin widened as she continued, her tongue moving with purpose now, teasing and exploring every inch of me. I could feel the heat building inside me, the pleasure growing more intense with every stroke of her tongue. My entire body trembled, my legs spreading wider as I gave myself over to her completely, lost in the sensation.

My moans filled the room, loud and uncontrollable, as Leah devoured me, her tongue pushing deeper, swirling inside me, making me feel things I had never imagined. Every movement of her tongue sent me spiraling further into the pleasure, my body shaking, my breath coming out in short, desperate gasps.

“You like that, don’t you?” Leah whispered, her voice filled with a dark, playful satisfaction. “You like knowing you’re not the first.”

“Yes…” I moaned, my voice barely audible as the pleasure overwhelmed me. “God, yes.”

Leah’s tongue moved faster now, her hands gripping my thighs as she pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building inside me, the overwhelming need for release consuming me as her tongue worked me over, exploring me in ways I never thought possible.

And as I lay there, my legs spread, my body trembling under her touch, I realized that this was exactly what I had been craving. To feel what she had felt. To experience that same raw, primal pleasure. And Leah was giving it to me. Completely.

And it was more than I had ever imagined.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Leah surprised me. I felt it—her finger, slick and gentle, pressing against me, teasing the same spot her tongue had just been exploring. My whole body tensed as the realization hit me, and my breath caught in my throat. She was taking this to another level, and the anticipation sent a wave of heat through my body, making my heart pound even harder.

Leah’s tongue continued to work, flicking over me as her finger pressed more insistently, slowly slipping inside me. I gasped, my body trembling uncontrollably, my legs spreading wider as I gave myself over to her completely. The sensation of her finger, her tongue, the intensity of it all—it was overwhelming, and I felt myself spiraling, teetering on the edge of something I had never experienced before.

“Oh, God…” I moaned, my voice shaking as the pleasure shot through me like lightning. “Leah…”

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Her finger moved slowly, deliberately, pressing deeper inside me, while her tongue continued to tease, her breath warm against my skin. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a mix of vulnerability and pure, unfiltered pleasure. I was completely at her mercy, and I loved every second of it.

And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Leah took me into her mouth.

My eyes rolled back as her warm lips wrapped around me, her tongue swirling over my cock as her finger pressed deeper, finding that perfect spot inside me. The combination of sensations—the softness of her mouth, the pressure of her finger—was almost too much to handle. I felt like I was losing control, my body shaking beneath her as she took me further than I’d ever been.

Leah’s movements were slow and deliberate at first, teasing me, drawing out the pleasure. Her finger moved rhythmically inside me, pressing and curling, while her mouth slid up and down my length, her tongue flicking and swirling in perfect harmony. The feeling of being completely filled by her, both inside and out, was intoxicating.

I moaned louder, my hips bucking against her, my fingers gripping the sheets as she milked me with her mouth and finger, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Every nerve in my body was alight with sensation, every touch sending me spiraling further into a pleasure I hadn’t known existed.

Leah’s finger pressed deeper, curling inside me as she found that perfect spot, and I cried out, my body trembling uncontrollably. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing me to the brink, and then keeping me there, making me hover on the edge of release but not letting me fall just yet.

Her mouth worked faster now, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as her finger moved in perfect rhythm, her touch both gentle and insistent. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each second. My whole body was trembling, my breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as Leah took me to the absolute limit.

And then, finally, I felt it. That unstoppable surge, that wave of pleasure crashing over me as Leah’s finger pressed just right, sending shockwaves through my entire body. My hips bucked violently, my hands clutching the sheets as I cried out her name, my voice raw and desperate.

“Leah… oh, God, Leah…”

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if every part of me was exploding at once, my body shaking uncontrollably as Leah milked every last drop from me. Her mouth never stopped, her finger continuing to work inside me, pushing me deeper into the release, dragging it out for what felt like an eternity.

I came harder than I ever had in my life, my entire body trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Leah continued to work me over, her mouth and finger in perfect unison. She didn’t stop until I was completely spent, my body twitching and shuddering beneath her, utterly drained.

When it was finally over, Leah gently pulled her finger out, her mouth leaving me with one last, soft kiss. I lay there, completely overwhelmed, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind spinning as I tried to process what had just happened.

Leah slowly crawled up beside me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes filled with mischief and warmth.

“How was that?” she asked softly, her voice playful but filled with a knowing confidence.

I could barely speak, still catching my breath as I stared up at her, utterly blown away. “That… that was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words.

Leah chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse from the moans that had torn from my throat. “That was… the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”

Leah smiled, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Good,” she murmured, her fingers gently brushing through my hair. “Because you deserved it.”

And as I lay there, still recovering from the most intense orgasm of my life, I couldn’t help but feel like we had crossed a new threshold together. We were exploring something deeper, something more intimate than anything we had before.

And it felt incredible.