His hand firmly caresses my bottom, and I’m not sure if he’s going to play with me, tease me, or give me what I so desperately want—release.
“Good girl,” he says, and rolls me around. My head presses back into the pillow. I stare up into his blue eyes.
Levi brushes his lips against mine, hungrily tasting me, his tongue pushing past my lips as his fingers move across my hip and up my stomach. His touch is tantalizing and slow, memorizing every detail until he reaches my breast.
He shuffles down on the mattress, caressing my breast, his lips moving over my nipple. His tongue is doing wonders, making me restless beneath him.
My fingers tease through his hair and down his neck, bringing his mouth to mine.
I want him.
“Slow down,” Levi commands with a wicked grin.
Does the man like toying with me? My heart is racing. My body feels like it’s on fire, and he wants to slow down?
He guides my right leg onto his shoulder as he trails kisses from the back of my knee, up my inner thigh. He goes higher, slowly, with his lips dropping a soft path, his tongue barely a whisper over my skin.
Is this payback for what I said on the airplane?
I deserve it.
He can torture me until the end of eternity, as long as I get to chase my orgasm with him. “Fuck, you’re taking your time,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
“Savoring every inch of you,” Levi says. His eyes lock on mine and the air is stolen out of my lungs.
He’s not just a panty thief. He’s a stealer of hearts and breaths. He guides my left leg onto his shoulder, paying the same adequate attention up my leg, slowly and with a purpose.
“Savor something else.”
He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself. “This is your doing, Clare. You insisted that I didn’t give you enough attention the last time.”
Fuck me.
No, literally, that’s the one thing he’s not doing.
I groan and cover my face with my hand. I never thought being in heaven with Levi would be such pure torture.
With one hand, he captures my wrist, lifting it above my head, and pinning it to the mattress. “If I have to pin you down, it’s going to be hard to lick you. Will you be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, my insides melting as he releases his grip on my wrist.
“Good girl.” He smiles, and a dimple I never noticed before shines before he delves down, kissing my center.
I’m on fire, his tongue doing wonders, making my insides ache and throb. My fingers tangle in his hair, my fingernails scraping over his skin as he brings me closer to the edge. I want Levi, every inch of him, nestled tight inside me.
My breathing grows ragged as my heart slams against my ribcage. Stars align my vision and sparkle all around me.
I tug the sheets between my fists, toes curling, tightening, and trembling in his embrace.
He doesn’t slow. He doesn’t stop, knowing exactly what I need as he takes me over the edge.
When I finally come down, he shifts on the mattress and opens the bedside table, reaching for a condom.
He’s hard and glistening. I’ve barely touched him.
“My turn,” I say, tugging on his arm, trying to drag him to the edge of the bed while I intend to get on my hands and knees.
A low, guttural moan emits from the back of his throat as I lick his shaft, my tongue circling the head before taking him into my mouth.