“Now, where were we before you so rudely interrupted us last time?”
Surprisingly, while Levi crawls toward me, there’s no voice in my head asking me what the fuck we’re doing. Instead, excitement brims. The way he gazes at me, it feels like before.
At the moment, Levi just looks like a man who wants what he wants. His eyes feast all over me. Well, the parts of me that I’ll let him see. The voice inside that wanted him before shouts in glee. Mission accomplished. Levi, on his knees for me. Literally.
“God damn,” he says, so close his breath fans against my exposed skin, making pleasure pool low in my belly. It’s sort of a relief. I had a healthy relationship with my sex toys pre-fire, but after, I haven’t been in the mood, nor would I know if I still have sex toys. They were probably all burned up. Hopefully unrecognizable?—
“What are you thinking about?” Levi asks, his voice husky.
I focus on him. That cut jaw is enough to excite anyone.
His lips pull up. “You had a cute pinch in the middle of your forehead.” He reaches out, placing his pointer finger above the bridge of my nose. It’s the first time he’s touched me.
I swallow. “You don’t want to know.”
“I absolutely do.”
“I was wondering if the firemen saw my sex toys after the fire.”
He cocks his head. “I’m a little turned on and a little insulted. Insulted because you’re thinking about sex toys while my tongue is this close to your pussy.”
“There was a whole thought process,” I say, my breaths deepening as he moves closer to exactly where I want him.
“Tell me,” he all but moans, hovering.
“I was thinking?—”
He places his hands under my ass and yanks me closer. I nearly squeal.
“Go on.”
“I was thinking that I was actually turned on, and I haven’t been in a while.”
He starts feathering touches everywhere around my pussy. “Which lead you to sex toys?”
“I had some,” I admit. “Then I wondered if the firemen had found them and how embarrassing that would be. Like there’s nothing left of anything, except my stash of sex toys in the drawer by my bed?” A laugh escapes, and then another.
Levi turns his attention toward me, the biggest grin on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. God-like looks. “Do you usually laugh during intimate moments?”
“I prefer to laugh through everything,” I admit, and my own words hit me hard. That used to be true about me. Always quick with a joke or some comedic remark. It’s something I haven’t been doing too much lately…until recently. Until very recently. Like the old me is coming back.
Levi looks toward the ceiling. “I pray this woman does not give me a complex.”
There are so many comments I could make about that, but Levi gets serious. “Prepare to be amazed. They don’t call me Big Dick Levi for nothing.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing if you’re as good as you think you are.”
“Baby, I’m better.”
The laughter in my throat dissolves into a moan as he licks up my center. He unties the knot in my robe and then fans out the sides. Air hits my breasts, peaking my nipples. He moans into my clit, the sound vibrating through me.Aw, hell.I fist the sheets, torn between wanting to lie back and enjoy it and needing to see every little thing of what Levi does to me. This is only the hottest man I’ve ever met sandwiched between my thighs.
I suppose I should thank my manifesting skills. Though, the universe had a funny way of bringing me here.
Levi’s movements are so slow, tantalizing. I’ve always been with men who just went straight in and got the job done, but he’s taking his time, like he’s committing me to memory. A swirl there. A kiss along my folds. Sucking my clit briefly until I’m writhing on the bed.
“Fuck, Tab. You’re perfect.”
My body jolts at the drag of his tongue. He’s edging me, and I admit, it’s fucking amazing. Aggravating, but amazing. He leans back and then sucks on a different area, like he’s choosing items from a menu. He stays there so long, teasing me, that I start to move against him.
