“Mm…that feels so good.” My eyes fall closed.
“I don’t stand a chance of keeping my hands off you tonight if you keep makin’ noises like that.” His roughened voice wraps around me.
“It’s a good thing I like your hands right where they are.” On me. In me. Demanding and all-consuming.
“Maybe we’ll just have to stay in tonight, then,” he murmurs against my ear, sending shockwaves of desire through me.
“I like that plan better.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.Now,” I say without hesitation.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Hotshot.” He pushes his swim trunks off, discarding them on the deck next to us, then he hovers over me, his fingers threading in my hair as he holds me still and murmurs sweet nothings against my neck.
I cry out when the tip of his thick cock nudges at my entrance, my breaths laboring as I clutch his shoulders, pressing harder at his lips as we kiss and he slides.
And slides.
And slides.
My muscles ache, and pain pinches at my insides before he finally pushes past the final barrier separating us.
And then I am his.
And then he owns me.
I hum as his thrusts speed, his cock bottoming out inside me, his hands trailing up and down my skin, kneading, gripping, owning my flesh until I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning. His thumbs dig at my hips as he fucks me so slowly, his body striking every single ragged nerve I have, until another orgasm teases just out of reach.
“Oh God,” I husk, losing my mind under his hands. Being connected to Levi is an out-of-body experience. My head swims with raw lust and delicious need. My muscles stretch tight with coursing waves of pleasure. Levi is all I can think, all I can feel, smell, touch. Levi is everywhere.
“You make me so fucking hard, Sadie.” Levi grits. His teeth graze up between my breasts, pushing the cup of my bra aside so his tongue darts out to lick the pebbled peak. Fire burns like dry ice through my veins, stealing all my oxygen, pushing me one step closer to the edge.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I breathe, words tumbling out in a helpless ramble.
“I’ve been desperate for the taste of you on my tongue since I first touched you. The way you look up at me, Sadie, fucking undoes me.” Levi moves in and out of me, sometimes pushing deep and filling me, other times locking into short, shallow strokes until he finally hammers forward and takes me to the very end. I wrap my arms around his body and run my palms along his sweat-slicked skin, down his hips and bottom. I squeeze lightly as he picks up his pace, pounding me with everything he has.
“God, oh, Levi,” I beg. “More, harder. God, more.”
He pulls me flush against his body and holds me in his powerful grip. Our thighs, our hips, our torsos align tightly. One hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips, and suddenly we crush together, kissing fiercely. The desperate way his tongue twists with mine fuels my passion. A sensual moan escapes his throat as I hold his head tighter to my lips, returning his kiss with just as much ferocity.
His hips circle, a hand slipping between us and tracing a maze at my clit with his roughened work fingers that pull across my skin like sandpaper and spark fire through my body.
“I want to hear you, pretty girl. Cum on my thick cock and let me hear it.”
His words strike the final match. My orgasm ignites, short-circuiting my insides and loosening my muscles with every throbbing heartbeat. We tangle in reckless sensation, violent passion, a frantic connection building to a tidal wave that pulls me under.
“Jesus, you’re like a tight fist squeezing my cock.” He slips his tongue past my lips, swallowing my serrated moans. His hands tighten at my hips before he steadies himself, his head thrown back as rasped grunts float between us. “God, yes, baby.”
I suck in desperate gulps of air. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the scent of sex and cum and him, feed my arousal.
“I fucking love being inside you.” His teeth skim the shell of my ear. A slow smile creeps across my lips, my body still weak and recovering. He runs his fingers through my wild hair and nuzzles into my ear, drawing a long, deep breath. “You smell like me.”
I sigh contentedly, roll, and wrap my arms around his body. I open my eyes slowly to find him staring at me thoughtfully. A slow grin spreads across my face. “What?”
“You,” he grins.
“What about me?”
