My back hits the door, and he drops a hand to reach for the handle, my feet crossing at the ankles to keep me secure around him so he can push the door open. Not breaking the kiss, he walks in and kicks the door closed, walking us towards the bed.
Levi gently lays me down on the comforter, his right forearm on the bed beside my head keeping him hovering over me. I grip his hair and pull him away from me, and when his eyes open, the lust there is unmistakable. Reaching behind him, I tear at his tee, working with him to get it off.
My hands trail down his now bare chest, tracing the hard panes of his abs before drifting down to the button of his jeans. I quickly undo the button and lean up slightly, helping him get them down his thighs so he can kick them off. His boxers follow quickly after, and my left hand immediately grips his hard cock.
“I need to feel you,” I tell him, slowly working my hand up and down his length. “I want you inside of me.”
Lining the head of his cock up with my wet entrance, I stare into his eyes and wait for him to thrust forward. He stays where he is, eyes never leaving mine, his hands on either side of my head.
I raise a brow. “What are you waiting for? I thought you had dreamed of fucking my, what did you call it? Pretty pussy.”
Levi moves his hips ever so slightly, the head of his cock dipping into me, drawing a moan from the both of us. He pulls himself out before thrusting forward again, this time pushing himself in a little more than before. Growing impatient, I grip the back of his neck and rest his forehead against mine.
“I’m done waiting, Levi,” I tell him as I slowly wrap my legs around him. “I want you now.”
Pushing my heels into his ass cheeks, I lift my hips up and glide him inside of me. My pussy clenches as he fills me entirely, and my breath hitches as he groans, his cock jerking within me.
“Now,” I pant, letting my legs drop back to the bed. “Move.”
“Lowe,” he mumbles.
“I have an IUD,” I inform him as his eyes focus back on mine. “Now make love to me, Levi.”
Needing no further reassurance, his hips begin to move. He moves slowly at first, letting me acclimate to his size before he increases the speed. His eyes never leave mine as he now slams into me, my back arching and moans slipping past our lips as he hits my g-spot.
“You feel so fucking good,” he tells me, and my eyes flutter shut. “So goddamn perfect.”
“Faster, Levi,” I demand, beginning to move my hips to meet his thrusts.
He obliges, picking up the speed as my hands fist the comforter underneath me. His head buries into my neck, and he begins to kiss and bite at my skin, forcing another curse past my lips.
The sound of our skin and moans colliding fills the otherwise silent room, sweat coating both of our skins. My legs squeeze his hips as I feel another orgasm approaching. My hands wrap under his arms, nails digging roughly into his back.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I tell him, my head falling back as he bites my earlobe.
“So am I,” he breathes, his thrusts becoming a little sloppy. “Come with me, Lowe.”
This climax hits me harder than the first, my entire body shaking as I moan out his name, my legs once again tightening around him. He comes a moment later with a deep groan, his cock twitching as he spills inside of me. His thrusts slow before stopping completely, and he slowly eases out of me.
Rolling onto his back, he loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I rest my head on his shoulder, my left arm resting on his chest as he rubs his hand up and down my spine.
We lie there in silence for a few minutes until we’re no longer breathing heavy. His hand finds its way into my hair and begins to gently tease my scalp, causing a satisfied hum to escape me. He kisses my forehead and pulls his fingers through the length of my hair before repeating the motion.
“You know,” I say, breaking the silence. “I believe you promised to show me roping technique.”
Levi’s startled laugh shakes me slightly. “I didn’t think you’d go for that.”
“You haven’t even scratched the surface of all that I enjoy in the bedroom, baby.” I adjust myself so I’m on my elbow, looking down at him as I slowly trace my finger along his chest.
“Are you trying to tell me my good girl likes it rough?” I nod and his eyes fall shut briefly before reconnecting with mine. “You’ll be the end of me, Lowe.”
“Well,” I say slowly as I straddle him and slowly slide down the length of him, settling between his thighs. “Let me at least return the favor, then.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE NEXT DAY
“I’m not sure I can do this,” I say as I stare up at the horse standing in front of me, ignoring the chuckle from two of the ranch hands, Colt and Lane. “I don’t know if riding is for me.”
