“I’ve been so wet since the first time I saw you. I slide my hand between my thighs at night thinking about your rough hands gliding across my skin.”
“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking like that.” His thighs tense, one hand locked possessively in my hair, settling the ache deeper.
I cup his balls in my palm, moving up and down his cock in a starved rhythm before my eyes flick up to his, intense and hotlike a wildfire between us. “Cum, Levi.Please.I want to taste you.”
“Fuck!” he roars as long, hot jets of semen rush down my throat. I suck him dry, milking him until all I taste is him. I swallow his unfamiliar, heady, intoxicating essence, slide off his cock, and crawl into his lap. I straddle his powerful thighs, his wet cock still hard and twitching against my pussy. I place a soft kiss on his lips. “You taste incredible.”
Ragged breaths heave from his chest between us, our heartbeats thumping madly. I run a hand across his laser-etched jawline. “I like when you’re ready for me.”
His eyes brighten, his lips curve in a shit-eating grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…”
He pulls me to him, capturing my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth without reservation.
There’s no need for permission—I’m his. I haven’t thought about anyone else since I was sixteen anyway.
Sure, he’s a surly, moody, irritating asshole. But he’s also gorgeous, kind, generous, thoughtful, helpful, and he wants me. This man wants me. At least for now.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but right now is pretty damn good.
Levi releases my lips, sliding his hands through my hair, pressing a palm to my cheek. “So fucking beautiful.” He shakes his head as if stunned. “I love fucking your mouth, precious, but next time I need to bury myself inside you. I want to claim this sweet cunt with every drop of my cum. You want my cum, Sadie?”
His fingers press between us, fingering my pussy in deft strokes. “Yes…yes, please.”
I look up at him from under my eyelashes and my belly burns and somersaults like never before.
I don’t know what this feeling is. I can’t bear to name it, but riding the high of Levi sounds like a damn good idea right now.
“Go out to dinner with me tonight.” He demands more than asks.
“Tonight? I can’t bear the thought of not touching you right now.”
“Well, I can always make you cum under the table while we wait for food to arrive.”
I smack his shoulder and he catches my wrist, pulling me against the hard wall of his chest. The air empties from my lungs in a soft breath. He’s so warm, so comforting and possessive all in one touch. He’s exactly what I need. I imagine what it feels like to give myself to him—to let go of anxiety and the pressure to prove myself, and just be. All nerves and sensations, tongues and lips, the centuries-old way a man takes care of a woman.
I yearn for that with every fiber of my being, and Levi stirs the craving to life.
“I need to taste you,” he growls and then flips me over, already slipping the panties down my thighs. Before I can even register what’s happening he runs his tongue down the crevice where thigh meets hip, and then slides the flat of his tongue up my slit in one smooth motion.
My breathing rattles and my top teeth sink into my bottom lip as I moan and arch deeper into him. He plants one palm on my hip and then slips a digit from his other hand inside of me. I gasp and moan, arousal flooding through me in waves.
“Yes, oh my God, Levi, yessss.”
He chuckles against my pussy and then sucks his lips around my swollen clit, pulling in slow, measured sucks that sends my first release rocketing through me.
“Mm, delicious, baby,” he growls against me and then keeps licking and sucking. “You’re so turned on for me.”
“I can’t help it, you drive me crazy,” I gasp, feeling another release climbing inside of me.
I push my hands into his hair, pulling him against me and grinding my core against his mouth. I’m desperate, needy, addicted.
He adds another finger to his assault, slipping in and out of me before hooking them somewhere deep that causes a flood of release to coat his lips.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, licking his lips and sucking them into his mouth.
My eyes flutter as I watch him taste me, lips and chin glistening with the pleasure he elicits from my body.
“So, dinner?” His hands crawl up my skin, kneading my shoulders.
