When my panties were thoroughly soaked inside and out, he yanked them down my legs and off my feet. Then he put his mouth on me again, the flat of his tongue stroking my clit as his fingers slid inside me.
“Levi, please,” I begged. “I want you inside me. I want your cock.”
“Not until you come like this.” I felt his breath on me and then a few light flicks with the tip of his tongue. “Then you can have all the cock you want.”
Two minutes later, I was screaming his name, my hands clutching his hair, my head thumping back against the door as my clit throbbed against his tongue. I barely had time to catch my breath before he stood up and whipped my top over my head, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders.
He left the red heels on.
Our mouths hot and panting against each other’s, we tore at his clothing until my hallway was littered with every stitch he’d been wearing tonight. I watched him roll on the condom before turning around and bracing two hands against the door. “Like this,” I whispered. “Like the first time.”
He stood behind me, teasing my ass with the head of his dick. “The only thing that will be like the first time is the way we’re standing. Everything else will be much, much better. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me, and let me show you how.”
I opened my legs wider for him and held my breath as he slid inside me, so deep he pushed me up onto my toes. “Yes,” I whispered as he reached around and rubbed my clit with his fingertips, not too hard or fast, but in steady, rhythmic circles that made me sigh. His other hand moved up my stomach to cover one breast, my nipple hard against his palm.
“I fucking love it when you beg for my cock. It makes this moment, when I first get inside you, that much sweeter.” Buried deep, he held himself there and kissed the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His mouth traveled down one shoulder, and I turned my head to meet his lips with mine. Our kiss was languid and sensual, our mouths soft, tongues searching.
He began to rock into me, slow and deep, his fingers between my legs moving a little faster, pressing a little firmer. “I want this all the fucking time, Jillian. I want my mouth on you, my hands on you. I want my cock inside you, making you come. It makes me feel so fucking good.”
“I love it,” I said on a sigh. “I love what you do to me.” And I love that being inside me is your respite from everything, your sanctuary.
He teased my nipple with his fingers, sending sparks of lust straight to my core, and I felt him grow even thicker inside me. “Fuck, I get so hard for you.”
“I feel it,” I said, wincing as he thrust harder, went deeper. “And I think about it—all the time.”
“You think about my hard cock all the time?” He stopped moving for a second. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”
I laughed, a little deliriously, then gasped when he jabbed into me again with even more force. “Yes. I think about how big you are, how thick, how hard. I think about the way you fuck me, how you make me come so fast, and I have to touch myself, but all I want is the real thing.”
“And I think about this sweet little pussy,” he whispered, rubbing my clit even harder. “The way it tastes, the way it feels, the way you get so wet for me. Every night when I’m in bed alone, I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. I fuck my hand just to relieve the tension, but it’s not nearly good enough.”
Thinking about him jerking off to me in bed at night was so hot I nearly exploded. I took my hands off the door and reached back, grabbing his neck. “This is what I want. You’re everything I want.”
His mouth was right at my ear as he thrust deep inside me. “Come for me, love. Let me feel it.”
Oh God, Levi. Call me love and I’ll do anything you say. An orgasm is the least of it.
But since you asked…
Hanging on to his neck for dear life, I arched my back as he fucked me, crying out as the climax erupted, my legs shaking and weak, my insides pulsing around him.
Afterward, I fell forward against the door, flattening my palms above my head, and he grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me hard and fast. “God, I love your back,” he said, his voice raw. “I love your arms and your neck and your ass. I love your legs—oh fuck.” He groaned as I brought my feet together, making myself tighter for him. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’m losing my fucking mind. If you knew—if you knew—” His words turned to short, snarling rasps of breath that matched the ferocity of his movement. His fingers dug into my hips as he began to moan, his body going still as his cock throbbed inside me.
“Yes. Come for me, love,” I breathed over one shoulder, repeating his words so he would know I felt what he did, so he would know he wasn’t crazy, so he’d know he wasn’t alone.
So he’d know he was enough.
• • •
Levi used the bathroom next to my bedroom, and I threw his white shirt on and went up to the kitchen to get some water. It smelled like him, which sent a tingle up my spine, and I put my face in the collar, breathing in his scent.
While I was up there, I cleaned up a little in the guest bathroom and wondered if he wanted to come up and watch a movie or something or if he wanted to go to bed. It was only about ten-thirty, which I was both happy and sad about—it meant we still had about twelve hours, but it also meant that we only had about twelve hours. Our night together had barely gotten started and I was already sorry it had to end. When could we do this again? Would it be another week? Longer? He probably couldn’t ask his sister to take Scotty overnight that often.