“Fuck.” His fingers dig into my ass, the word coming out broken. “Lina, baby…”
I kiss him. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s fucking hungry from fuckingweeksof want, need. Levi’s mouth opens for mine, his tongue sliding over my lips, and I let him in with a moan that I feel all the way inside my cunt. He tastes like mint, adrenaline andLevi, and I can’t fucking get enough.
His huge hands are fucking everywhere. On my waist, my back, my ass, my tits, fucking squeezing, pulling me close, sofucking close… until I’m pressed right against the hard length of him.
Oh God.
I rock my hips, grinding down, and we both groan.
“You feel that?” he rasps against my mouth. “What you fucking do to me?”
“Yes, baby…”
“Every fucking time.” His teeth drag down my jaw, my neck. “I get hard just thinking about you.”
“Levi…”
“Our calls, our texts.” He sucks at the tender skin of my throat, bites me, making me shudder. “All those nights, lying in my hotel room, jerking off to the thought of you…”
Ohmy God.
“Tell me, sweetheart.” His words come out ragged, fucking feral. “Tell me what you thought about.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and the wild in them makes my pussy clench.
I lick my lips. “You wanna know?”
“Yeah.”
“Everything.” His hands slide up my thighs, under my dress. “I thought about everything.”
His fingers find the edge of my underwear. I’m already soaked. I’ve been soaked since the final whistle, and when he feels it, his big body shudders.
“Jesus, baby.” His voice cracks. “You’re so wet.”
“I told you.” I rock against his hand. “I want everything.”
“Fuck.” He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “I’ve thought about tasting you so many times. Getting on my knees and burying my face between your thighs until you screamed.”
Ohfuck,ohfuck,oh fuck,
“I thought about bending you over your desk in the Oval Office.” His fingers stroke me through the thin fabric of my panties, and I whimper. “Taking you from behind while you try to stay quiet.”
I’m panting, throbbing so hard I think I’m gonna come. “Levi…”
“I thought about waking up next to you.” His voice drops softer, his wicked fingers still teasing me, tracing the damp patch along my slit. “Making you coffee. Learning how you like your eggs.”
Something cracks open in my chest as my pussy weeps for him.
“And then,” he continues, his thumb finding my clit through the fabric, “I thought about making you come so hard you’d forget everything… your job, your responsibilities…”
I cry out, my hips jerking under his devilish ministrations.
“That’s it.” He strokes me again, firmer this time. “That’s my girl.”
His girl. Fuuuuck…
I’m shaking, my nails digging into his shoulders, my thighs trembling, and he’s barely touched me.
