He hums, fingers ghosting over my thighs and stopping at the button of my jeans, his head tilting to the side as he flicks it open. “I’m not sure what you mean, Lowe. This is a table, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m skipping straight to my dessert.”
My breath hitches as his fingers hook in my belt loops, and I lean back on my elbows so I can lift my hips. Levi slowly drags my jeans off, leaving kisses along the inside of my thighs and calves as he does. Once he gets them off my ankles, he tosses them to the side and repositions between my legs.
“Take off your shirt, baby,” he demands with a whisper, his fingers digging into the skin at my hips. “Let me see that beautiful body.”
I waste no time in sitting back up, gripping the bottom of my plain white tee and pulling it up and over my head. Tossing it in the general direction of where he threw my jeans, I lean back on my elbows. Levi’s eyes land on the c-section scar on my stomach before he leans up and places a gentle kiss over it.
“God, you’re perfect.” His left hand leaves my hip and slowly drifts up my stomach to my chest, tracing the outline of my bra before his palm flattens over my collarbones. “Now, lean back, Lowe. I fear I’m a man starved, and only you can save me.”
A groan slips past my lips as I do as he says, laying myself flat on the kitchen table. Levi hooks his fingers in my underwear, slowly lowering them down my legs. Once they’re off and I’m exposed to him, a groan of his own reaches my ears.
“Jesus, Lowe.” His voice is strained, the sound turning me on even more. “Look at the pretty pussy.” The ache between my legs grows exponentially and I try to squeeze my thighs together, but Levi digs his fingers in, keeping them open. “I don’t think so. The only way your thighs are going to close is if they’re squeezing my head.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my head rolling to one side on the table as my back arches at his words.
Levi chuckles before readjusting my legs, resting them on his shoulders as he places open mouth kisses on my thighs, moving closer and closer to where I desperately want him most.
He slowly and ever so lightly trails a finger between my folds and my eyes flutter shut. I’m fighting every instinct within me to writhe and seek that friction, knowing that he will only tease me further if I show my desperation. My hands fist at my sides and a soft sigh slips past my lips as he kisses my hipbone, his finger now ghosting over my clit.
“What a good girl,” he praises, applying a little more pressure to my pleasure point. My back arches off the table again when he begins to rub in circles as he says, “So patient and perfect and aching for my touch.”
“Levi,” I moan, my hips moving on their own accord, looking for more.
“I know, baby.” He slides a finger into me and my breath stutters at the feeling. Levi mimics my earlier moan, my name falling off his lips. “Fuck, Lowe, you’re so wet and tight.”
I whimper as he curls his finger and hits that most sensitive spot that causes my toes to curl. I’m panting and desperate, aching for more when he reads my mind and adds a second finger, drawing a loud moan from somewhere deep within me.
“I’d say I forgot how much you enjoy being fucked by my fingers,” he drawls as he picks up the pace, curling them even more as I wiggle on the table. “But I think we both know I’d be lying. All I see when I fist my cock in the shower is you drenching my fingers.”
His words bring that memory flashing to the forefront, and I swear I get even wetter at the image. “But do you want to know something, Lowe?” I nod, unsure if he sees me. “Do you know what I have dreamed of every night since? Use your words, baby. Do you want to know?”
“Yes,” I breathe, forcing myself up to my elbows so I can look down at him. He’s already staring at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I dream of you, in this exact position, exposed and dripping for me.” I throw my head back, my breathing more than uneven when he utters those next words. “And I’ve been desperate to find out what you taste like.”
Before I can react, his fingers promptly disappear and are immediately replaced by his tongue. A mix of a gasp and a moan slip past my lips as I fall back, my head hitting the table as his tongue runs up and down my slit and twirls around my clit.
I’m a writhing, moaning mess as his hands loop over the top of my thighs, his fingers digging in to keep me from sliding away. With one last flick against my clit, he runs his tongue down and slips it inside of me. I gasp and arch even more at the feeling, his warm tongue lapping up the wetness that he created.
Too blissfully unaware from the feeling of ecstasy he is giving me, I don’t notice that he removed his right hand from my thigh until I feel him slipping two fingers into me, his tongue attacking my clit as he pumps them in and out of me, hitting that spot that has me seeing stars.
“Levi,” I practically scream, my back arching off the table more than I thought possible as I feel my climax building.
“Come for me, Lowe,” he demands, his words muffled from his spot between my thighs. “Come on my fingers as I eat this sweet pussy of yours.”
His words send me over the edge, and my climax hits me at full force. A series of expletives slip off my tongue as my thighs tighten around his head, caging him in. But he doesn’t relent as he draws out my orgasm, removing his fingers to devour me with his tongue.
Once my legs loosen, he draws back and places a light kiss to my folds before gently removing my legs from his shoulders.He slowly kisses up my stomach, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses on the valley of my breasts, up my neck, and stops when his nose presses against my own, hovering over my lips.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he tells me, his right hand resting on my hip and rubbing small circles on my skin with his thumb. His left hand comes up and cups my cheek as I try to even out my breathing. “You’re everything, Lowe.”
I blush and lift my chin up, pressing my lips against his. My arousal coats my mouth as he slips his tongue between my lips, and I moan softly at the taste. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, looping his right arm behind my back and helping me sit up.
“I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous,” he informs me, cupping the back of my neck and forcing my eyes to stay on his. “We have one more dream of mine to fulfill.”
I smile slyly as I reach a hand between us, cupping his hard dick through his jeans, and I see his jaw clench. “I think we’ve been having the same dream. Make it a reality, Levi. Take me into the bedroom and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
The moan that reverberates against my lips causes a fresh round of wetness to pool between my legs. Levi crashes his lips against mine in a fierce kiss, his hands gripping the back of my thighs as he lifts me up. My arms wrap tightly around his neck, burying into his hair as he carries me out of the kitchen.
