With my mouth still at her breast, Levee clawed at my shirt, tugging it up my back. “Take this off.”
I sat up long enough for her to tear it over my head, but when I tried to take her breast again, a hand against my chest stopped me. My gaze flipped to hers, and much to my surprise—and excitement—Levee was a gawker too.
“Fuck,” she cursed, dragging a single fingernail over the ridges of my abs.
I had a torso full of tattoos I’d expected her to inspect for the first time, but as she pushed against my chest again, her eyes were glued to the outline of my hard-on in my jeans.
After licking her lips, she ordered, “Lie down.”
“Funny. I was just about to tell you to do the same thing.” I gently urged her down with one hand while dropping the other to the lace between her legs.
She gasped and threw her head back, grinding herself into my touch while tracing her hands up and down my stomach. “Sam,” she breathed, pausing to take my mouth in a rough kiss. “Can we speed this up?”
“We can now,” I mumbled into her mouth.
With one swift movement, I pushed her panties aside and pressed two fingers inside her drenched pussy. Her legs fell to the sides as she collapsed backwards on the bed.
“Yes,” she hissed, fisting the sheets.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I stared at her hips, which were fluidly rolling against my hand. I could have watched all night, but the memory of her breasts in my mouth was still fresh.
“Take your bra off.” I twisted my hand as punctuation.
She didn’t delay in sitting up, sliding it down her arms, then discarding it off the side of her bed. Her eyes and her smirk were confident, but she immediately pushed her hands into her hair, forcing her breasts together like some sort of bikini model. Fuck. Levee’s body was incredible, and the last thing I wanted was her trying to alter my view in any way.
One by one, I removed my fingers. Her mouth fell open in protest, but I tugged her hands from her hair and placed them around my neck.
“Don’t do that. Not to me.”
“Do what?”
I settled on my side next to her. “Try to strike a pose like I’m some cameraman looking for the perfect shot of you.”
“I didn’t,” she huffed.
Gripping the back of her neck, I dragged her mouth up to mine and swallowed her lie. “Yes, you did, Designer Shoes. But I’m not here for a photo shoot. I’m here for the real thing.”
At the familiar nickname, her eyes lit.
“I’m not perfect, and I’d really appreciate if we could pretend you aren’t, either, while I have my fingers inside you.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, holding it so long that it became unnerving. Finally, those whiskey browns opened, emanating freedom with every blink.
“Okay,” she whispered, dropping her arms to the sides, revealing herself completely.
“There she is.” I pecked her lips and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You’re gorgeous, Levee. Even more right now than when you’re on the cover of a magazine trying to be.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she tried to fight back unshed emotion.
Even that battle was beautiful.
Several seconds later, a laugh bubbled from her chest. “That was some serious cheese dickery, Sam.”
I smiled down at her. It really was. “It was also the truth.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She shrugged. “But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” Her teasing gaze faded away as desire once again filled her eyes, which sent blood sprinting back to my cock. “No more talking. Touch me, Sam.” She took my mouth and tried to lead my hand back between her legs, complaining as I resisted.
“Shhh,” I urged between kisses.
She grumbled in frustration, “I need—”
I cut her off. Using her wrist, I guided her hand down to my denim-covered cock. “Me. You need me.”
I only knew because I needed her.
And, as her face softened, the truth tumbled from her mouth. “I really do.”
“Then take it.”
It was just that simple. I was there to be with her. She could have me in any and every way she wanted.
Without another word, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping it possessively around my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
It was promptly followed by a curse of her own when her palm made contact with the metal of my apadravya.
I hadn’t even caught my breath as her mouth collided with mine. Her hand continuously worked my cock—her thumb rolling over the metal at the tip with every upstroke. It wasn’t long before a familiar sensation formed in my balls—entirely too soon.
“Levee, wait.”
The words had barely cleared my lips when she pushed me off-balance and onto the bed beside her. In only a pair of panties, Levee climbed off the bed without even releasing her grip on my cock.
“Up,” she ordered, standing between my legs.
“Up what?” I asked, shocked by our sudden role reversal.
I attempted to sit up only to be forced back down. Her hand fell away to shimmy the denim off my hips.
“Toe your shoes off,” she ordered.
This bossy side of Levee took me aback, but she was almost naked…trying to get me naked.
I did as I’d been told.
Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all lying on the floor at her feet.
“God, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.
“Wait.” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a… Fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.
“I… Fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”
“So fucking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.
She could officially go first.
I continued to fire off cuss words and random thoughts as she stroked and licked my shaft, teasing the barbell that ran vertically through the head. When she finally slid my cock to the back of her throat, I came unglued.
“Shit, woman.” I threaded a hand into her hair, attempting to pull her up.
Levee wasn’t done yet.
But I was.
Tucking my hands under her arms, I dragged her onto the bed.
“Sam!” she squealed.
Rising to my feet, I had only one answer. “I’m fucking you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. Toying with the ends of her hair, she unnaturally pressed her perfect tits together. I quirked a pointed eyebrow in a not-so-subtle command. She promptly dropped her arms to the sides. Dragging my gaze away, I found my jeans and retrieved a condom from my wallet while silently cursing myself for not having brought a whole damn box.
Levee watched from the bed with her knees bent and wide open for me. Her hair fanned out around her as her hips squirmed from side to side.
She was showing off. And while I loved it, it wasn’t enough and she knew it.
“Get rid of those.” I barked, flashing my gaze down to her panties.
Her lips twisted in a smile, but she quickly obeyed, seductively sliding them down her legs. Then she twirled them on her finger before ceremoniously dropping them to the ground.
A growl rumbled my chest as she brazenly opened her legs, revealing a smooth, glistening pussy just waiting for me to drive into it.
“I’m gonna need more condoms,” I announced, ripping the foil packet open.
“I have some.” She guided her hand down between her legs and rubbed a circle over her clit.
Christ.
This. Woman.
“Keep going,” I said as I rolled the condom on. “You ready for me?”