“Now. Now,” I moaned against his lips.
I needed him. The cravings for him ran so deep within my veins I wouldn’t be able to leave this room until I’d felt him inside of me. Until I’d heard his moans. Felt his groans against my lips. And watched his eyes glaze over as he filled me up.
Between one breath and the next, he had my pajama shorts and panties off and tossed to the floor.
Impatient, I reached up and pulled him down, his body hovering over mine as he removed his boxer briefs and threw them across the room.
My thighs shook, and needy moans spilled from my lips as I anticipated what he would feel like. Impatient and greedy, I waited with bated breath for him to slide his cock inside of me.
But he wasn’t being fast enough.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and my eyes pleaded with his.
He didn’t speed up, didn’t race to the proverbial finish line that ended with us fucking. He just stared down at me, midnight-blue eyes even darker and deeper in intensity beneath the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the bedroom windows.
Slow, oh so very slow, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my neck. He suckled tenderly against the sensitive skin, his tongue running along my thrumming pulse, until those lips of his turned hungry and placed greedy, openmouthed kisses along my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest.
I moaned, and my eyes fell closed.
As his body moved down mine, his lips dropping kisses on every inch of my skin, his cock brushed against me, there, right there, in that oh so perfect place where I throbbed and ached for him.
My hips moved of their own accord, my body too high on desire and only responding on instinct.
I wanted his cock inside of me. So bad. So fucking bad.
“Please,” I whispered. “Now, Levi.”
But my words didn’t have any effect.
He didn’t speed up or slow down; he just continued what he was doing, his warm breath and hot mouth worshiping my skin.
When his lips found my breast, I trembled.
And when the tip of his tongue circled my nipple, goose bumps pebbled my skin and tiny little jolts of pleasure rolled along my spine, running all the way down my legs and making my toes curl.
His lips were on my belly now, and between sensual kisses, those intense eyes of his locked with mine. “I feel like I’ve been waiting three lifetimes to do this. To see you like this,” he whispered just below my belly button, and his big, strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them even farther.
I whimpered.
“Your beauty wrecks me, Ivy.”
“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me, Levi.”
Ever so slightly, he shook his head. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“You’re not?” I asked on a whisper, my eyes growing wide in confusion.
“No, I’m not,” he responded. “This is way more than just fucking.”
But he didn’t give me any time to process those words. Kneeling between my thighs and gripping his cock with one hand, he guided himself to where I was wet and hot and needy for him.
I watched in rapt attention as he pushed himself inside of me, inch by inch by inch, and oh so fucking slow.
Time might as well have stood still in that moment.
There was nothing rushed or impulsive about this.
When his big, thick cock filled me up completely, a raw, guttural moan spilled from my lips.
God, he felt so good.
So right.
“More,” I said, my voice a mere whimper, my brain too delirious with want and need and pleasure. “Please, more.”
Still on his knees, still oh so deep inside of me, he reached forward and pulled me onto his lap.
“Wrap your hands around my neck,” he whispered, and I listened.
Nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest, we stared at one another. Our gazes locked in a maelstrom of desire and need and something else that felt too strong to confront.
Slow and purposeful, he gripped my hips with his big hands as he guided me up and down his hard length.
Up and down.
Up and down.
He savored every small, tiny thrust by kissing me deeply.
He moaned when he picked up the pace, going faster and deeper and increasing the intensity.
But the entire time, one thing never changed.
He looked at me. Not my breasts. Or my pussy. Or the way my body was wrapped around him like a second skin.
But into my eyes. My soul. Into my heart.
He looked at me.
I searched his eyes for the meaning. And when I’d found the slightest inkling of what I’d been looking for, my heart rate kicked up, tripping into a fast, erratic rhythm.
It was too much. He was too much.
It was too good. He felt too right.
Vulnerable and scared I’d just up and hand him my heart, I averted my eyes.
But he didn’t let me avoid him…this…us.
With a gentle finger underneath my chin, he reoriented my face so that our gazes were locked again, tied together by some invisible string.
“Give me your eyes,” he whispered and laid us back on the bed.
He pushed himself deep again, and my eyes drifted closed, a moan escaping my lips.
“Never stop giving me those eyes, Ivy,” he said as he rested his elbows beside my head.
Pleasure and desire taking over, he picked up the pace, his cock driving in and out of me in heavy strokes.
I felt like I would unravel at the seams. Like I would explode into a million tiny pieces. I gripped his shoulders with my hands, my nails pushing into his skin, as I tried to hold myself together.
But it was no use. He held all the power in this.
And he knew my body better than I did.
“Give me your lips.”
“Give me your tongue.”
“Give me your pleasure.”
Give me. Give me. Give me.
My brain wanted to defy him.
My heart wanted to give him everything.
Levi knew when to be soft and when to be hard.
He knew just how to kiss my neck and breathe into my ear and caress my sensitive, aching skin with his fingertips.
He knew just how to move his cock inside of me, going deep, going slow, going fast, but always hitting the right spots to make me beg for more.
All the while, the pleasure was building inside of me.
His kisses turned long and profound, and I gasped from the feel of him, the taste of him, from…him.
Bodies entwined and Levi whispering my name, I felt the instant my heart decided.
I felt the instant it reached out of my chest and fused with his.
I had no control over it.
I had no say in the matter.
It just was.
Like it always had been.
The push and pull between us, the fighting, the screaming, the awful things we’d done and said to one another…my heart didn’t care about any of it.
It only felt.
It only wanted one person.
Levi.
When the need to chase my pleasure grew too strong, I gave in. I let my body feel it all. Each thrust. Each kiss. Each touch.
I didn’t hold back.
I didn’t think about anything else.
Just him.
Just us.
Just right now.
My heart pounded erratically, and my breaths came out in unsteady pants as I rose higher and higher and higher.
And with my body entwined with his, green eyes staring into blue, I gave him my pleasure, coming hard around his cock.
My body shook and trembled, and moans spilled from my lips as he followed my lead.
His back grew rigid, and his hands clenched the sheets on the bed as he pushed himself as far as he could go, spilling himself inside of me.
Sated and limp, he lay down beside me and pulled me on top of his big, muscular body.
My head resting against his chest, I felt each inhale and exhale of his lungs and each thump-thump of his heart. And I let those sounds of his soothe me until I felt my eyes grow heavy with sleep.