“Not yet, spitfire,” he croons before moving to my other breast and taking it into his mouth. My legs come up to either side of his chest, hands sliding to cup the back of his head as he licks and sucks his way down my body.
He stops once he reaches the tie of my flannel pants, looking up at me with those dark eyes hooded with desire. He watches my face as he slowly peels my pants and underwear off my body, leaving me naked, stretched before him.
My breathing is hard and ragged. My body is on fire for him. Every beat of my heart has my pussy throbbing, needing his touch. Without wasting a moment, his tongue flicks along my skin until his breath is hot against my cunt, making me squirm in anticipation.
Slowly, so slowly, his tongue glides through my wet center. I let out a moan as his tongue swirls across my sensitive clit making spots dance in my vision.
He feels so good.
He takes his time, savoring my body, making me writhe for him. Tension is building within me with each stroke, each caress of his tongue. My cries and moans grow louder the closer he brings me to ecstasy.
Just as he is about to push me over the edge, my pussy clenching and throbbing, Levi stands.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, angry that I was just moments away from orgasm. Sitting up, I watch as Levi removes his pants and boxers and stands before me. His dick is large and throbbing with his need and I am knocked breathless at the sight. Levi catches me looking at him and smirks as he leaves me sitting on his counter and heads to his bathroom.
“You better not leave me like this, Levi. I swear to God.” Hearing his chuckle from the hallway, he makes his way into the kitchen, opening the condom in his hand with his teeth. “Thank God.”
“I’d never leave you like this Spitfire. Nothing could stop me from seeing you come all over my dick.” I watch as he slides the condom over his impressive length and steps toward me. “You ready, beautiful?”
“Stop talking,” I demand as I pull his mouth to mine. Rough hands grip my hips, my thighs opening to give him access. He runs his cock along my throbbing pussy, coating himself with my wetness before notching himself at my entrance. Pulling back, my gaze meets his as he slowly sinks himself into me. We both groan at the connection between our bodies, my cunt squeezing around him with growing need.
Leaning back on my hand to give a better angle, Levi thrusts in and out of me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars. His rough hands pull my hips to meet his hips as his mouth seeks out my nipple. Each touch, every movement has me coming undone. Levi must feel the need to consume me because his thrusts pick up speed, no longer slow and smooth but quick and unrelenting. My breasts bounce as he pounds into me, pushing me higher and higher.
My muscles clench around him, making him hiss as my body rises closer and closer. Unable to form words, moans, and sounds of pleasure leave me as my body seizes in orgasm. My pussy squeezes around his large cock as sensations have my body spasming with pleasure.
“Spitfire,” he manages to grunt as he thrust into me, once, twice before he joins me.
***
I wake up in Levi’s bed, his arm tossed across my naked stomach as he slumbers peacefully next to me. After our session on the counter, Levi carried me to his bathroom where we took a hot shower while we both came down from our orgasms. He took his time, using the soap to massage my muscles, making me relax into him. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves back in his bedroom, him deep inside me.
Not wanting to wake him, I gingerly slide out from his hold and tiptoe into the living room. Our apartments mirror each other, and I find myself a bit disoriented as I silently searched for my clothes, still not completely awake. Quickly dressing, I sneak out the door and walk through the frigid cold. The snow has stopped, and the sun is beginning to rise, making the snow shimmer like glitter.
Immediately the thought of last night and what happened with Levi drifts away as a torrent of things to do for the Christmas Spectacular races through my mind. There’s so much to be done.
Entering my apartment, I hurriedly shower before dressing in warm clothing and heading out to the warehouse. There’s no time to waste.
Chapter Twelve
Levi
My phone alarm blares from the nightstand beside the bed. Sitting up, Sammie isn’t next to me. Vaguely, I remember waking up at one point with her head on my chest, so I know she slept over. Stabbing the dismiss button on the alarm, I crawl out of bed.
Last night had been unexpected, to say the least. If you would have told me this time yesterday what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have believed it. Just to be sure she’s not here, I wander down the hall and to the living area. Her clothes are gone, all except her bra which is hanging off the arm of the couch—the same place it landed last night. Glancing out the window, her car is gone as well. Which is when I notice that the sun is out, and the snow is no longer falling.
Smiling to myself, I know exactly where my spitfire went.
With a pep in my step, I walk into Tall, Dark, and Coffee and order drinks for Sammie and myself. I figured she would have wanted to get as early a start as possible and wouldn’t have stopped to eat or drink anything. I already stopped at Mama’s Cakes and picked up some croissants and a few donuts for breakfast.
Thinking she’s at the warehouse loading things up in her car to be transported, I start driving around the town square. Just as I’m about to make a right-hand turn onto Main Street, I notice someone standing on top of the gazebo and my heart drops to my stomach.
What the hell is she doing?
Slamming on the breaks, thankful that no one is behind me, I pull over before jumping out and running across the square. Sammie somehow got a ladder up and is attempting to string the lights on the snowy roof of the gazebo. Alone.
Frustration bubbles under my skin. Hadn’t I told her not to come here without me? What she’s doing isn’t safe under normal circumstances, but now? The snow hasn’t even begun to melt, she has no safety harness on, and no one is here to help her. Rubbing my forehead as I look up at her, I also can’t help but admire her tenacity and dedication. She’s the only woman I know who’d dare to do anything like this by herself.My stubborn spitfire.
Too nervous to call out to let her know I’m here worried I’d startle her; I watch as she meticulously threads the lights to the nails at the top of the cupola—the central junction of the roof— before heading back to the edges. After hooking the lights at the bottom edge of the roof, she looks down and notices me.
