“Mmmmmm,” I whined.
“Use your words,” he instructed.
That stupid smirk of his, and those damn green eyes— “I fucking hate you.”
“Wrong words,” he said, his tone cold and menacing.
He moved towards me then, faster than I ever saw him move. He was rough with me as he flipped me back onto couch, driving me downwards. I grabbed on to the armrest, bracing myself for his sexual fury.
He kissed my back, moving upwards until his lips barely brushed against the curve of my neck. “Since you can’t say what you want, I’m just going to have to take what I want. Don’t you dare move,” he warned.
He disappeared from behind me, and I remained on the couch, my knees locked, my knuckles white against the armrest, and my heart racing in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come, as adrenaline surged through my body. I was frozen in place. Unable to move, even if I wanted to.
He returned seconds later, and kissed his way down my spine. I shivered, but I still didn't move. I could feel him right behind me, his chest hovering over my back and I could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. I shivered once more, and my skin broke out into goose bumps. He pressed himself against my ass, and I felt myself tremble at the heat of it. I wanted to clamp my legs together; he had made me so wet, it was almost embarrassing.
“How badly do you want it?” he asked again, as he pressed the tip against my opening.
“If you have to ask—”
Slam.
“Fuck!” he hissed, tightening his hold on me, as he slid his shaft in all the way to the base. My mouth dropped open. There simply wasn’t enough words to describe the intensity of the pleasure I felt, and as he thrust into me, deeper and harder, I found that my hunger for him was
insatiable. I wanted more, I needed more.
“More—please,” I begged.
I knew the voice was mine, but it didn’t sound like me at all. Since when did I sound like such a porn star?
“Yes!” I shouted, wanting more, more, more…
I moaned, my cries echoing throughout the house as I felt my climax nearing. I dug my nails into the chair and threw my head back, screaming his name at the ceiling. My head was spinning, my vision was blurred, my toes curled, I was reaching heaven in the most beautiful way.
“Fuck, Thea,” he grunted, one hand on my hip the other on my shoulder as he fucked me harder.
“Yes. God yes!” He was amazing, he was fucking amazing.
“I can’t—”
“Not yet,” he demanded, but, I was seeing stars. Never in my life had I ever felt like this.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Levi!”
He gripped on tightly, burying himself in me over and over, until he stilled for a moment.
“Thea,” he grunted before rested on top of me.
My hair stuck to my face, and my breathing was short as I tried to regain my senses.
“Mmmm…. we’re definitely doing that again,” I slurred, still drunk from the sheer force of my orgasm.
“Definitely.”
LEVI
When she meant we were going to do it again, I didn’t think we would end up doing it three more times; in the shower, in her kitchen, and on her bed. Jesus, I was spent. Her sexual appetite was becoming voracious, and I was surprised that she could still move, and that I could see straight.