He sits up, pulling down his zipper, and his cock springs free, my eyes widening at the sight because I’ve never seen one up close and his is…well, great, I guess?
The thick flesh leaking precum at the tip as he strokes it from base to tip before snatching out a condom from his back pocket, opening the foil packet with this teeth and rolling it on his cock. “Someday there won’t be anything between us.” He places both of his hands next to my head, his toned body looming above me glistening in sweat. Lust glazes over in his eyes, making my center clench, and part of me hates that the condom will keep me away from fully experiencing him.
“Levi.” I grab his nape and drag him toward me, lifting up a little to meet his mouth halfway, needing to be connected to himin this moment to keep me grounded in the desire swirling all around me, threatening to destroy all my sanity.
He slams his mouth on mine, trapping in a raw and bruising kiss while he seems to share my taste, and an odd possessiveness rushes through me because I put my own claim on him.
Even if it’s temporary.
The tip of his cock presses into my entrance, the head slipping slightly, and I open my thighs wider, wishing to accommodate him, but he rocks back only to push forward again, swallowing my protesting moan.
The swaying of his hips sends heat all over me, my lungs begging for oxygen. Ripping my mouth away, I gulp for air.
“Levi, please,” I manage to whisper, lacing my fingers through his damp hair, but he stays unmovable, his hard cock just pressing against my clit, and I think I can come just from the stimulation alone.
“After this you’ll be mine, Lavender. Be very sure.” A demand rings in his tone, and something else, something that should warn me away, but I’m too far gone to care.
Because I’m burning and he’s the only one who can extinguish the unfamiliar yet addicting fire.
“Yes!”
I’ll agree to anything as long as he…
My scream fills the room when he drives into me hard, his pelvis pushing into mine and holding me still while I try to shove him away.
It feels like something tore inside me and the idea of him moving right now makes me cut my nails into his shoulders. I hiss, “If you move I’m going to kill you.”
His cock pulses inside me, stretching my walls over his length, and it causes a less-than-pleasant ache to spread through me. “Breathe,moy cvetochek, breathe.”
His soothing voice does nothing to calm me down, in fact, I find it annoying all things considered! “If this is sex then I can go without it for the next thirty years.”
I’ll take the foreplay over this every single time. Why did no one warn me it might hurt this much? All the books just mentioned a slight discomfort followed by great experiences.
Liars.
“You have to get used to me first. The pain will go away shortly.” A tear slides down my cheek and he leans down, swiping it away with his tongue before he drifts his mouth to my neck, showering it with attention and slowly soothing me.
The hair on his chest rubs against my pointed nipples, the touch sending electricity straight to my clit, and my thighs clamp around him, allowing him to sink deeper into me. I gasp, but this time the pain is almost nonexistent.
In fact his complete lack of movement no longer works for me and my arms circle his neck again as he pushes back, only to thrust into me hard.
Warmth along with pleasure rush through me this time. “Oh.” I whimper when he props one of my legs on his hips, opening me for his deeper thrusts, each movement of his hips deliberate and precise, as if he wishes to permanently brand me with his cock.
He licks my scarred and puckered collarbone before trailing his mouth toward mine and linking us in yet another kiss as our tongues connect and brush against each other’s. He drives into me, the hard and deep strokes almost unbearable.
Heat zips through me, sending lustful flames into my cells as he deepens his strokes further, still keeping the agonizing slow pace that makes me feel every inch of him inside me.
The hunger in the pit of my belly rakes at me, racing toward something in the distance that promises me bliss if I just jump off the cliff and let all these maddening needs envelop me.
My nails cut into his nape. He groans into the kiss and I arch my back, angling my head. The raw kiss adds to the sensations spreading through me in waves as he thrusts into me over and over again.
My core clenches tighter and tighter around him until finally, something tangible in me breaks into tiny little pieces, and these pieces fill me with pleasure so strong, I fall back on the pillow and cry out.
Gasping for breath, Levi hooks my thighs over his forearms and really starts to thrust into me with hard, fast strokes, his thick length pulsing inside me.
A thrill rushes through me when I watch him use my body to chase his own pleasure; the idea of this man getting off on me almost makes me orgasm again while my core contracts and he spills into the condom, his fingers digging into my skin so much I know he’ll leave bruises.
Oddly enough, I do not mind. In fact, I’d love to have a little reminder of tonight once all of this would be over.
