I grin against her chest before moving back up and kissing her deeply, but only for a couple of seconds. “Look at me.” Her eyes fly open. “Whose good girl do you want to be?” I emphasize the question with a hard thrust.
A scream tears out of her. “Yours. I want to be yours. I am yours.”
Her words make me halt all movement. That was wildly fucking different than what I asked, and yet it feels right. I’m not sure if what I say next is my dick talking or not, but I blurt out, “Then be mine.”
Stevie observes me for a moment, wondering whether I’m being serious, which I am. As soon as she’s sure, she nods and smiles. “I’m yours.”
Our mouths meet again, and those two words repeat in my head in her beautiful voice. My fingers meet her clit, moving it slowly as I fuck her faster, my cock waiting for her to come first. Stevie doesn’t take her eyes off mine as we grunt and moan.
“You’re mine,” I state as a fact.
Her pussy clamps around my dick. “I’m yours,” she screams as she comes. It takes me two more thrusts before I follow and do the same inside of her.
Letting go of her arms, I kiss her, and we finally come down from our high. She moans one more time as she shivers, her orgasm ending.
I kiss her neck and forehead as I thrust slowly, finishing my orgasm.
Stevie laughs when I hit her ticklish spot, and it makes me chuckle in return.
She clears her throat. “Levi?”
My lips continue to move against her cheek, wanting her to feel cared for and appreciated. “Stevie.”
“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
STEVIE
Levi ceases his playful, sensual kisses. I hold my breath, waiting to hear the answer. We said all kinds of things while he was inside of me, when we both wanted and needed to come. At the same time, his piercing was hitting me in all the right spots, until I blacked out for a second when I came. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, there’s no doubt about that. Still, I’m not naïve enough to not know that saying “I love you” during sex doesn’t count, like “be mine” doesn’t necessarily have to, either.
When I told Levi I was his, I meant it…I think.
No, I did. I want to be his, and in my book, that means being in an exclusive relationship. It’s what I’ve always pictured for my life. My current life, my future one, it doesn’t matter. I know I’m not the kind of person who wants a complicated friends-with-benefits type of situation. There’s nothing wrong with having casual sex, but after this experience, realization dawned on me that I’m not capable of it. I’m only hoping he feels the same way.
Thinking about it now, it would’ve been better to address this a long time ago. In my defense, I didn’t know he liked me that way until tonight.
“I don’t know if that’s what you meant when you said I was yours,” I clarify.
Levi pulls his dick out of me, and I wince at the slight unfamiliar sting of something that big and new exiting my body.
“You okay?” he asks quickly and lies on his side, facing me.
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll survive.”But not if you don’t answer my question.“Did my question freak you out?—”
“Yes.” His eyes don’t leave mine as his face goes straight.
“It did freak you out.” I prop myself up on an arm, about to flee the room.
Levi chuckles and pulls me down, wrapping his arm around my waist. He tucks me close to him until our noses are touching. “Yes, as in, yes, I am your boyfriend, as long as you’ll have me.”
My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help the smile that escapes me, causing my nose to scrunch up.
God, I feel like a high schooler again. “I guess.”
He raises his eyebrows. “As I recall, five minutes ago you were screaming ‘I’m yours’ while I was deep inside you, loud enough for the entire town to hear.”
My eyes widen, and I can feel my cheeks heat. I slap his chest and try to wiggle my way out of his hold. Levi only laughs and stops me by giving me a long, languid kiss that once again makes the outside world fade.
