CHAPTER SIX
Levi came to in a strange bed. His eyes widened, and he turned his head to see what the hell he'd done. Last thing he remembered was sitting with Theresa at the hotel restaurant when the sudden urge to fuck her up against the wall had come over him.
"Good morning," he heard Theresa's voice call out. Turning his head toward the window, he saw the woman of his dreams sitting at the hotel table with breakfast in front of her.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, smiling at the vision in front of him.
Whatever happened last night, at least he was smart enough to have done it with the one woman he didn't mind waking up to the next morning. Although even that was a rare occurrence. He didn't give himself the privilege of waking up beside her the following day very often.
He would more than likely leave shortly after they made love. If he stayed longer than that, then he'd leave prior to the sun coming up in the morning. Some people might think it was an old-fashioned way to think or that he was an asshole, but he did it for Jessica.
He didn't want his daughter to wake up in the morning and not know where her daddy was. On those occasions when he stayed overnight at Theresa's home, it was only because his daughter was spending the night with his mother. Even still, he always made sure he went home, showered, cleaned, and was ready to pick up his daughter when the sun came up.
So, this--waking up and seeing Theresa sitting there looking beautiful--was a special treat for him.
"I ordered breakfast," she said, gesturing to the covered plates of food sitting on the table.
"What time is it?" he asked, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. As he continued to look at her, the memories from last night began to flood back and the blood began to rush to his cock. He wanted her again. Damn, he needed to take care of some things first before he tried to go down that road this early in the morning.
Standing up from the bed, he allowed the sheet to fall from his body as he made his way to the front of the room. A squeak escaped from Theresa as he walked across the room. He couldn't help but smile at her response.
His tongue had been in her most private places last night--and many other nights--but she was still shy about seeing him bare-assed naked in the daytime.
God, he loved her.
Pausing in his steps as the thought shot through his head, he wondered when he'd come to that conclusion. Not that it caused him any great pain, but love hadn't been in the cards for either of them. And now he was fucking with the plan.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw her peeking at him over the white linen napkin. "Don't worry. As soon as I come back, you'll be able to look until your heart's content.
Not sure what about New Orleans was making him feel this animalistic urge to claim Theresa, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was here with him and from what he could see, she was wearing his shirt with nothing underneath. His cock was getting hard thinking about sinking inside of her body again.
Finishing what he needed to do and getting himself presentable, he exited back into the bedroom and saw Theresa still sitting there. She sat in one of two chairs in the room. Her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. Any makeup she'd had on last night had been removed during their sessions of lovemaking, but he thought she'd never looked more beautiful.
The sun was peeking in through the sheer curtains, highlighting her smooth hazelnut complexion. He wasn't ashamed to admit he hadn't realized how diverse a black woman's skin color could be. Not until he got to know Theresa.
One afternoon, after they'd finished some fun times after sneaking away, he ran his fingers down her soft thighs. Commenting on the difference in their skin tones, prior to that moment, he hadn't thought about the contrast--and the beauty--of his skin against hers until that day.
"Your skin is so beautiful," he said, rubbing one finger along her thigh.
"Thank you."
"I never realized how sexy it is to see us together. Not until the other week," he murmured without thinking.
She lifted her head and caught his gaze. "What happened the other week?"
"I saw us in the mirror in your bedroom. I looked over and saw us. The contrast of my body against yours, as I slid inside of you, threw me for a loop. It was so fucking hot. If I had my wish, I'd have us in front of a mirror every time. You're like my very own chocolate treat." Leaning down, he nipped her skin and licked.
"Levi, did you just compare me to food?"
He lifted his face and captured her gaze. "Sure did."
"I'm not food. Sure as shit not chocolate. I'm more of a hazelnut shade, if anything. But stop comparing me to food." Her bottom lip poked out and he wanted to capture it between his lips.
"What you are is fucking beautiful. Now, stop being ornery. I just described what I thought your skin color reminded me of. And yes, you are food. My fucking food. And I can eat and lick on you all I want. So, stop complaining and stop pulling away from me," he said with a low tone.
He wasn't annoyed with her, but something was beginning to change between them. Which he hadn't planned for or expected.
During the day at work, he'd find himself thinking about the beauty of her skin as she lay in his arms after her latest orgasm. How he dreamed of taking her away to a secluded beach. Sitting in a chair as he watched her run around in a skimpy bathing suit, he'd catch the eyes of other men looking at her. Staring. Wishing they were the one she was going home with. The things he wanted to do with her--experience with her--began to increase over time and that realization was beginning to scare the shit out of him.
"Well, I'm just saying. You shouldn't refer to a black woman as if she's food all the time," her soft voice broke into his thoughts.
"Actually, talking about all this food just made me hungry," he groused.
"What are you hungry for?"
"You. Come here baby, I want some of your hazelnut-flavored cream." He pulled her closer and shifted the position of his body. Time for his second round of dessert.
"Are you hungry, Levi?" Theresa's voice broke into his thoughts.
"What?" he asked, walking closer to her. He could see she was avoiding looking at him, but he didn't care. Wrapping the large towel he'd carried with him from the bathroom around his waist, he made his way over to the food-laden table. To him, it appeared she ordered the entire menu.
"Are you hungry?" she asked him again.
"Did you get all this for me?" he questioned, sitting down in the chair across from her. One of her legs was propped on the chair and it gave him an unfettered view of her dark mound. His mouth became wet as he thought about dropping to his knees and having her for breakfast.
Damn, what was going on with him?
Sure, being around Theresa always got him hot and bothered, but this constant need for her was different. Not that he was complaining about it--and neither was she--but it was definitely a shift in how they interacted.
"I did. I know how you like to eat."
Damned right, I do. Licking his lips, he reconsidered the idea of picking her up and sitting her on the table. His mouth only wanted one thing and it was her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Theresa had a wide-eyed look on her face as she placed the coffee mug back on the table.
"I don't know what you mean." Stretching his legs out in front of him, the motion pulled the tight towel looser around his waist. Perfect. He wouldn't need the towel much longer.
"Like you're a wolf who just found its prey," she said with a sultry smile.
"If you're not careful, I might bite." He smiled and bared his teeth at her.
"I might like it."
"Baby, I already know you will," he said with a laugh, wiggling his brows up and down.
Sitting here like this with her, he wondered why they hadn't done this more often. As soon as the thought entered his head, he knew the answer. It was because of his own fucked-up views of relationships. He'd put this thing between him and Theresa in a box and kept it locked away, even when it was trying to force itself into the light.
He'd been a fool.
"You have to eat, Levi. It's going to be a long day." Placing her other foot on the floor, she hid her treasure from his view. "Any plans for the day?"
"I already told you last night. I plan to stay in this room with you and fuck you until you can't walk straight," he deadpanned.
She sputtered and coughed as her coffee went down the wrong way. "What?"
"You heard me," he said as he sipped his own hot brew. A tad sweet. No cream. Just how he liked it and Theresa must have known. He enjoyed his women the same way.
Did he know how she liked her coffee? He smiled as he realized he did. Lots of cream and lots of sugar. His woman had a horrible sweet tooth and he'd used that knowledge to his advantage over the years.
"But we can't," she said with a laugh as she responded to his earlier statement. "You have Patrick and Heath. I have Cecilia and Angela."
"Who?" he said. Of course, he knew who they all were, but there was no need for them to interfere with his plans. Levi's entire agenda for the day was to spend time with his woman and nothing would interfere with that.
"Stop playing, Levi. You know we can't spend all weekend in our rooms. "Getting up to move some of the dishes from the little table, she came back to stand in front of him once she was done. Hands on her hips, she tapped her foot with impatience.
His shirt was too big for her smaller frame and had risen with the motion of her hands bracketing her small waist. He was positive Theresa had no idea how much skin was bared to his gaze. She looked so damn sexy. He knew right then and there, he'd been a damn fool to not stake his claim earlier.
"I'm not playing. I only need to call and check on Jessica later today. But other than that, nothing until the dinner tonight." Reaching out to grab her hand, he shifted positions until he was facing her. He pulled her closer until her body was bracketed between his legs.
"I meant what I said, Theresa. I want to give us a chance and if it starts with mind-blowing sex, then so be it. I need more time with you. Alone. No friends. No distractions. I finally have you in a place where you can't run and hide from me. Give me this weekend."
"But Levi--" she began.
"No, baby. Not this time. No denials. No more excuses." He pulled her closer to his body, positioning her right where he wanted. The towel he'd wrapped around him was barely hanging on. His cock was thickening and lengthening along his thigh. Being in her presence was all he needed.
All he'd ever wanted.
"I don't know what to think when you say those things." There went the lip biting again. If she knew how much it turned him the fuck on, she'd never do it again.
"Don't think. Just feel. Know that I mean every word I'm saying to you. Come to me, baby." Taking his time, he removed the shirt from her body. There was no need to rush. He wanted to enjoy this moment. Looking down at her shorter frame, his eyes glazed over as he admired her curvy form.
Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands to grab and knead. The dark contract of her aureoles made his mouth water with the need to suckle on her. The soft dip of her waist, the small pooch of her stomach, and the wider flair of her hips brought to mind the women of old days; when women reveled in having real curves.
As he trailed his hands down her body, he noticed they were shaking slightly. Looking at her standing in front of him, he couldn't help but lean in and place his head on her soft stomach. The ache was growing inside of him. His cock was throbbing so hard with need, it was almost painful. He knew the only thing that would make it better was the woman standing in front of him.
He wanted to worship her body for days on end. No, not just her body. All of her. He wanted so much more than these short interludes. What they were doing was no longer enough. He wanted--needed--more from her.
"I need you, Theresa." He could hear himself practically begging. His voice was full of so much desire for her, it shook him.
"You have me," she responded in kind, her words soft and sultry.
Pulling away from him, she dropped down to her knees. He watched as her hands pulled the towel away, baring his naked form to her gaze.
"No, baby, you don't need to--" Before he could finish, she wrapped her warm mouth around his dick and began to suck.
It was heaven.
Theresa had always been a generous lover. Not once had he ever left her and been unsatisfied. Whatever new and exciting things he wanted to try in bed, she was always a willing participant. There'd also been a few things she'd wanted to try that he'd allowed as well. That's how they were when they were together.
And while she was always willing to take him inside her mouth, he was usually too focused on other things to allow her that freedom. But not today.
Today, he was determined to let things flow naturally. And if that meant his baby wanted to pleasure him with her mouth, then so be it.
"Yeah, baby, just like that. Ahhhh..." he said through gritted teeth as she pumped him with one hand and used her tongue and lips to pleasure the part her hand couldn't get to.
If he could, he'd memorialize the view of her head bobbing and weaving beneath him, while the sensation of her warm mouth surrounded him.
"Damn baby, that feels so good," he said while she twirled her tongue around his thick shaft. The wetness and sucking mimicked what it felt like when he was inside of her. Speaking of which...
"Enough. I need to be inside of you."
Softly pushing her mouth away from him, he took his fingers and lifted her chin up to look at him. Her swollen lips were wet from her ministrations on his cock. He moaned deep in his throat.
"Baby, you make me want to do things to you that I shouldn't." Levi brought his thumb to her plump bottom lip and teased it. He leaned forward, capturing her lips and tracing their lush thickness with his tongue.
His intention was to be gentler today. Last night, he knew he'd been out of control. The urge to take her repeatedly had been the only thing on his mind.
This time, he wanted to take it slower. Give her all the sweetness and seduction she deserved. If only he could hold it together long enough. Levi knew he could be a beast, and with Theresa, it had come out more than he'd intended.
When she moaned in response to his kiss, his entire body went stiff. He put a hand on her waist as he pulled her up from the ground and brought her body flush with his. The kiss was deep and sensual, a precursor to what was about to happen again.
The feel of her bare skin against his body set him off.
Fuck gentle.
In little more than a heartbeat, Theresa found herself straddling his lap. Her tongue stroked his, and he savored her wonderful flavor, a mix of coffee and cream. A feral growl rumbled through his chest as he grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head back.
"I'm not letting you walk away from me again. You're mine, Theresa. Don't ask me to let you go."
"I don't want you to," she retorted, looking into his eyes.
"Don't deny us anymore," he ground out as his body strained to get closer to her.
"Levi, stop torturing me," she pleaded.
"Tell me what I want to hear, Theresa. Don't deny me any longer. Say the words," he demanded.
"I won't. Deny. Us. Anymore." Her words were choppy, her voice strained, as her body seemed to push closer to his.
Now that was what the fuck he was talking about. His woman. His.
Positioning himself beneath her, he kept her hovering over his lap as he began to press his cock inside her warm sheath. This was what he'd missed. It had only been a few hours, but being back inside of her was what he needed. There was no other place he'd rather be.
"How is it you're always so fucking tight for me," he whispered.
Her voice was soft and low. "Because I was made for you."
His body stilled at her words. Then he smiled. "Damn right you were," he said in her ear as he held on to her thick tresses while his other hand cradled her ass, guiding her slick opening over his dick.
Levi couldn't believe how good it felt, pressing inside Theresa's body. It had always been hot like fire between them, but this morning felt different. She felt warmer, wetter, her body was softer, and she seemed to glow when he looked at her.
There was no way in hell he could have walked away from her again without claiming her as his. Not now. Not ever.
As he pressed inside of her, a sigh escaped her mouth and made him smile. That was the sound he'd been waiting for. The sound he needed to hear on a regular basis. When she made that noise, he knew everything was right in the world. No matter how much they both tried to deny it and fight the pull between them, they belonged together.
Lifting his head up to look in her face, he noticed her eyes were half-closed in passion. Her lips were parted and her breath shallow as he stroked inside her body. Every time he felt her constrict around him, he felt something break free.
She sank lower. His dick was only halfway inside her and her pussy was convulsing around him, close to release. Levi lifted his hips as he pushed her down. Theresa cried out. Her nails scored his chest. After a few more moments, her ass pressed tightly against his hips and upper thighs. She was completely full, and her orgasm was approaching fast.
"Look at me, sweetheart," Levi commanded, "I want to see those beautiful brown eyes."
She opened her eyes, giving him what he asked for. His eyes softened in response as his heart stuttered in his chest. He could swear he saw his future staring back at him.
Whoa...what the fuck?
It didn't matter anyway. The only thing that mattered was having Theresa in his arms. Pulling her face closer to his, he captured her mouth in a sensual kiss.
Breaking their connection for a second to catch his breath, he continued to stroke inside her. "You feel so good," Levi confessed through clenched teeth.
They moved together, him using his hands and body in sync with the way Theresa rolled her hips. Her nails bit into his chest, but he didn't care. His hands slipped from her waist and his fingers dug into her full ass. She would probably have bruises, but he hoped she didn't care. He sure as hell didn't.
As her orgasm peaked and her body clenched around him, Theresa moved faster. Levi grunted each time she ground down on him and twisted her hips, taking him to the hilt at each rotation. She gasped his name louder, whenever the tip of his cock reached depths only he could get to. It was music to his fucking ears.
Her head dropped back suddenly as her entire body quivered with her release. "Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. More. I need more."
The warmth and wetness surrounding his shaft forced his own orgasm to break free. He felt his cock swell and jerk as he released inside her body once again.
"Damn," Levi hissed when Theresa leaned forward and brushed a kiss over his chest. He ran a hand through her thick hair, pushing the damp strands away from her face.
"Wow," she said in a breathless tone.
Laughing at the picture they presented. "Let's take this next round to the bed."
"You're trying to kill me." Even as she said the words, Theresa wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tighter around his waist.
He shook his head as he lifted from the chair and walked them over to the messy bed.
"No, baby, I'm trying to make sure you finally understand that I can't live without you."