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He pulled up right in front of a beautiful town home in the better part of the city. Somehow I managed to regain a little bit of my composure as he opened the door for me. To anyone looking at us, they wouldn’t have guessed anything indecent was happening, yet the moment I touched his hands, I felt myself flush, and a wave of heat spread over me.
He fumbled with his keys, trying to get the door open, and I reveled in the fact that he was either extremely nervous or so excited that he couldn’t think straight. I took pride in either prospect.
The second we were inside, he spun around and pinned me against the door.
“Thank God,” he said against my skin.
He brushed his thumb across my hot, swollen lips, and lightly trailed his fingers down to my waist, his touch lingered for only a moment before he dragged my shirt up over my body. Lifting me up, he carried me towards his couch allowing us both to fall back onto it. With him on top of me. I could feel the length of him through his jeans, but that wasn’t good enough. Pulling on his belt, I bit his lips impatiently, and he snickered as he understood the urgency of my actions. Moving away from me, he rid himself of his clothes and returned to help free me of mine.
The way his hard body felt against mine…I wanted to touch all of him, but when I tried to reach for him, he pinned both of my hands above my head, and proceeded to gently kiss and lick my nipples. He teased me slowly, enjoying how I shook under him. I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Damn you,” I sighed, as I bit my lips, trying not enjoy it.
But when one of his hands trailed down my stomach and between my legs, I couldn’t help but melt in his hands. This wasn't foreplay, it was torture.
“Fuck. You look so sexy…” he hissed, as if I were doing anything to him.
His grip on me loosened as I kissed along his jawline. Finally free, I allowed my hands to wander back to him, and this time, he didn’t stop me as I gripped onto him. I tightened my hold on his member, moving my hand up and down agonizingly slow, torturing him, just as he had done to me. His breathing shortened, and his eyes seemed to darken, as he watched me work him. I liked fact that he seemed to be fighting an inner battle, trying to control himself. But I didn’t want him to be controlled, I wanted our torturous version of foreplay to end.
“Condom?” I asked him.
“Back pocket.” He nodded to his pants on the ground.
With my other hand, I grabbed it and tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then, without wasting any more time, I put it on him.
We watched each other as I positioned myself over him. I could feel him, he could feel me. He grunted in frustration and grabbed my waist, flipping me onto my back and thrusting forward.
“Yes,” I moaned as he pinned both my hands above my head with his right hand, and he used his left hand to grip my thigh.
He grunted, slamming into me.
“Yes!” I cried out, as he thrust into me, harder and harder, with so much force the couch moved with us, and I didn’t even care. My breasts bounced freely, and he grinned, kissing them both before kissing my lips.
I opened my mouth, allowing our tongues to dance around each other.
“So tight,” he hissed.
“Harder!” I demanded not caring who heard me.
He made me feel so good.
He released my hands, and I immediately grabbed for his shoulders as my legs wrapped themselves around him. He kissed the sides of my face, then our lips once again met.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and I nodded, unable to speak.
As my mouth parted, and my breasts pressed against his chest, I arched my back pressing into him until I could no longer contain myself. “Levi!” I cried out.
“God you’re beautiful.”
I tried to catch my breath, but for the love of God I couldn’t. I moaned as he held me, and trailed kisses down my neck. I pushed him onto his back and mounted him once more.
I looked down at him and grinned, riding him hard. I pinched my nipples, allowing him to watch as I bounced on him. His hands worked their way to meet mine. He cupped my breasts, and I covered his hands with my own, keeping them in place as he thrust upwards into me.
“Thea—” He bit his lip, fighting back his moan.
With my hands on his chest, I took in the sight of him; wild, sexy, hungry for me. I loved it.
“Come for me,” I repeated his earlier sentiment.
