“What?”
“Forget you.”
He stills, frown capturing his mouth. “You should. Youneedto.”
My heart drops, heard speeches like this before.
But then, his eyes go wicked, black and focused like a wolf stalking prey. “But I won’t let you.”
He slides on a condom. My breath catches in my throat. Anticipation pricking across my betraying body.
Levi grabs one leg, bending it at the knee to make the slide easier. He inches into me, slow, sensual. Always kissing my mouth, always talking me through it.
The cowboy who can tame anything. Even me.
His mouth dips, devouring my breasts one at a time. Like this will never end. Like I’m the only flavor he needs.
I float higher and higher beneath his body and hands. He always pulls back when I start to clamp down, when I beg him not to stop.
His smile is dark and devastating, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Re-angling my hips, sliding slow and firm against my G-spot until stars float behind my eyes.
He spits in his palm, slides his hand between us, spreading it on my clit. I gasp, eyes rolling back.
Then, his thumb starts. Tiny, perfect circles. Slow, persistent, firming, growing in rhythm and pace.
Pulling back suddenly, each time my breath stutters and my legs shake uncontrollably. Then, barely a touch, imperceptible motion.
“Shh,” he whispers against the crook of my neck. “Patience, Dakota. Want it all from you.Everything.”
He forces me to follow him, to concentrate on how he uncoils me one centimeter at a time. One slide of his slick thumb. One change of angle and direction.
Back and forth. Then, round and round. Then the other way, until my fingernails dig into his back, and I beg like a damn fool.
“Please, Levi. Please let me come.”
He chuckles dark, pupils blown. “Not yet. Need you messier. Need you so undone you can’t think. Or breathe.” He shifts inside, a slow tease.
“Already there,” I pant.
His hand stills, his body, too. I groan. Frustrated. On fire. So close, I’m pulsating around him.
“You have to trust me,” he says. “Let me give this to you… what you deserve. What youneed.”
“Yes, please.” I’m desperate, pathetic.
Then, his hips start moving again. Incremental, controlled, his mouth finds mine, locking into me hard. My legs wrap around him now, my body coming off the ground as he drives into me.
His pace picks up, breath fast and hard.
“Yes,” I scream, urging him, taking everything he has to give. He grips my ass, shoving deeper. Too deep.
My body recoils, pain and pleasure mixing. But I need him too much to pull back now.
“Fuck me,” I whisper against his ear.
He’s all feral noises now. Grunts and deep groans. And the sound of our wet bodies slapping together. His pace slows, force merciless now.
“Gonna come hard,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you to the brim, Dakota.”
