My breath catches, body starting to heat up. “Have you?”
“Yeah.” His thumb strokes along my ribcage. “Is that okay?”
Instead of answering, I lean in and kiss him.
It starts slow, but quickly deepens. His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair.
We stumble backward, and suddenly we’re on the floor, the Christmas tree lights twinkling above us, and Levi’s looking at me like I’m his whole fucking world. His body over mine is warm, hard, and hot as hell.
“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice rough.
“I’m sure.”
What happens next is everything I’ve wanted and didn’t know I needed. Levi’s hands map my body, his lips following the path his fingers trace.
“I’ve never done this under a Christmas tree,” I pant as his rough palm travels up my stomach, until it encounters the lace of my bra.
Removing his lips from my neck nibbling slightly with his teeth, he whispers in my ear. “Can I?”
It takes me much longer than I care to admit, to figure out he’s asking for permission to move the lace down. He’s more of a gentleman than I’ve encountered. “Oh, please.” I tilt my head back giving him complete control over where he wants to put those lips of his. Exposing my neck, and any other part he wishes to gorge on.
“God this feels good,” he moans as he moves one of his forearms under my thigh, lifting it to give him room to grind into me.
Oh Jesus, he’s really grinding into me now. I breathe out a short pant, grasp his shoulders with my nails, and wish we were in bed, but also appreciating the way the floor digs into my back. “Yes it fucking does.” I wrap that leg around his waist, digging my heel into his ass, needing the friction of our bodies rubbing together.
He abandons my neck, moving down to where my hard nipple is pressing against the fabric of my shirt. I want to lift it, expose my entire body to his eyes, look down and see his lips wrapped around my flesh. But he stops my hands as I go to lift my shirt.
“Let me do this first,” he growls as he takes the turgid tip through the material, swirling his tongue around it.
The move is hot as hell. I can feel the motion, but not the wetness of his saliva for a few moments as it soaks through the cotton. “Oh yes!” I grasp his hair in my fingers, thrusting up into his mouth, shivering when I feel the scrape of his teeth.
There’s a flurry of activity where in the space of a few minutes, our clothes are kicked off and gotten rid of. When I feel the velvet hardness of his cock against my thigh, I reach down, circling my fingers around the girth. He’s hot and hard, the skin stretched tightly along the crest of his head. Both of us moan loudly. I use my palm to jack the length.
“Don’t go too fast.” His voice is guttural, like he’s swallowed gravel or right here on the edge.
“No such thing as too fast.” I open my eyes, watching him, watching me as I continue pumping his erection.
“Yeah there is, Magnolia Grace. It’ll be when I spill all over that smooth thigh of yours, because you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
My eyes widen as he licks the palm of his hand and slaps it against my pussy. My body jumps, vibrates, as I feel the shock all the way through my system and into my core. “I’m sufficiently wet,” I assure him, needing him to hurry this up, needing him to get rid of the ache.
“So you are.” He takes his index and middle fingers, pushing them in, stretching me. I pull them into my channel, no problem, all I want is more. More of anything and everything he wants to give me.
When I feel a trail of precum on my thigh, I lift my eyes to his. “Unless you want to lose it before you get it in me, again, now might be the perfect time.” I tease.
His eyes flair with desire as he levers himself off of me, his forearm flexes as he holds his hard length. When he thrusts home, a cry erupts from the back of my throat.
As we push and pull against each other, as my nails dig into his forearms, as his sweat drips off his face onto me, I’m aware that what we’re sharing isn’t something people share every day. There’s something hanging in the air, something I’m not ready to put a label on, but it’s not just a quick affair that’s going to be over in a few weeks.
“Magnolia Grace, you grip me so good.” He digs his fingers into the globes of my ass, pulling me tighter against him, adding a grind when he pushes all the way in. He rubs against my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head as I let myself experience this. I don’t question it, don’t let my mind take me away from it. I feel it.
“Fuck me, Levi, just fuck me.”
And as I give myself over to him, I let it wash over me. I let the orgasm take me like the sunrise in the morning. It brightens up the day as it leaves darkness in its wake.
It’s a beautiful mess as we come and he groans into my neck, I wonder how I’m going to let my walls down, how I’m going to recover from opening myself up so wide to this man.
This man, who I’ve known most of my life, has just given me the most body-depleting orgasm of my life. Afterward, we lie tangled under the Christmas tree, the lights casting shadows across our skin, and I’ve never felt more at home.
