“I’ll finish breakfast, while you get ready,” he said, as he stood back from me.
Reaching up, I grabbed the edge of his shirt, and as I sat up on to the bed, I allowed the towel to fall. He swallowed, his eyes fixated on every inch of me.
“I like you in glasses,” was all I could think to say before he kissed me.
Moaning into his mouth, he lifted me up, moving us further onto the bed.
“You’re killing me Thea,” he murmured against my lips.
“God, I hope not. The week is just getting started!” I grinned, as I took his glasses off and placed them on his bedside table. Reaching for the box of condoms I noted, “You’re running low.”
“A box well spent,” he replied taking it from my hand as I kissed him. It took him only a moment before he grabbed ahold of my waist and started thrusting.
“Hgh…” I moaned, gripping on to him.
When he squeezed my ass, I knew that this round wasn’t meant to be a drawn out affair, he meant to go at it hard and fast. He was on his knees, squeezing my thighs, as he slammed into me over and over again.
“Levi,” I gasped, as I let go of him, and leaned back to grab onto his headboard.
I called his name over and over again, but the only answer he gave to my calls were in the form of short grunts… until he slowed down, much to my frustration.
“What are you…?” I asked.
Opening my eyes, I found him watching me intently, a slight smile lingered on his lips. I knew that he took pleasure in seeing me beg for it. Each slow thrust forward drove me crazy. I wanted him, and he knew it.
“Faster,” I demanded.
But he just smirked, going slower than ever. “I’m sorry, what?”
Damn him.
Letting go of his headboard, I pushed him onto his back.
“I said faster, and if you won’t give it to me, I’ll give it to myself,” I said, as I planted a quick kiss in the center of his chest before sitting back up.
“Thea…” he gasped, as I rode him.
His hands went to my waist but I smacked them away.
“Thea,” he grunted, his eyes closing.
“You should see the look on your face,” I teased him, just as he had teased me.
He flipped me on to my back, his face only inches away. “Don’t push me,” he growled.
“Then don’t hold back.”
That did it. Whatever reservations he had left, disappeared as he once again buried himself deeper in me.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
“Yes!”
That was all that I could say, but it was all that needed to be said. His grip on me was so strong, it was almost painful, and even that made it feel better.