Page 34 of Another Postcard

Her eyes slid away and she cleared her throat, plopping her butt down on my knees and suddenly looking uncomfortable. What the fuck had just happened? Was it what I’d said? “Baby, if you don’t like dirty talk, that’s fine. You just have to tell me. I’ll learn what you like a lot faster if you’re honest about it.”

“No,” she muttered. “That was—um—I like it. It was a huge turn on.”

I started to grin, but shook it off. We could get back to that later. I scratched my head, even more confused. “So, what happened?” She sighed and started to climb off of me but I wouldn’t let her.

“It was your comment about cherries. I—well, you said I should be honest”—I nodded—“I hope you were serious when you said you like cherries.” She gave a nervous little laugh, like she’d just made a joke.

“Brooklynn, I’m about two seconds from blowing my load and I’d like to be inside you when that happens, so spit it out, babe.”

She glared at me and folded her arms under her tits, which elevated them and did nothing to help the current situation in my pants. “I’m a virgin,” she announced, completely deadpan.

I reared back in shock.What the actual fuck?My mind started spinning. “A virgin,” I echoed.

“Yes.”

“As in, you’ve never had sex before.”

“Correct.”

“As in, I’d be your first.”

“Yes,” she snapped, clearly irritated. “Think about it, Levi. I’ve spent my life taking care of Baylee, protecting her, and working my ass off to get where I am. When exactly did you imagine I had time to get laid?”

I didn’t know how to handle it. Her first. I couldn’t take her virginity. I had to stop this, take her back to her room. And how the fuck was she a twenty-two-year-old virgin with the way she looked and her amazing personality and. . .wait.

I would be the first man to ever be inside her. To taste and pop her sweet cherry. A tide of possession swarmed to my surface and I swear to the king of rock, I got even harder. Hadn’t I already admitted that she was it for me? Why the fuck would I turn her away and give some other motherfucker the chance to take what was mine?

Brooklynn was trying to scramble away again, but I was even more determined to keep her where she was. “You’re mistaking my silence, baby,” I guessed. She probably thought I’d landed on my first reaction. I was going to keep my mouth fucking shut about that part. “I was shocked, yeah,” I conceded. “But, only because I don’t understand how anyone as amazing and drop-dead gorgeous as you could still be untouched.” She quit wriggling, but remained stiff.

“And, I don’t really feel worthy—”

“Don’t guys realize what douchebags that makes them sound like?” she spat. I honestly had no response to that. “It makes you sound like a pussy. And who the fuck put you in charge of who I decide to sleep with the first time?Justbecause it’s thefirsttime. Oh, but if it’s time number two, it’s full speed ahead.” She was rambling and working herself up into a lather and it was damn arousing. “If I tell you I want your dick, who are you to question it?” she shouted the last part.

“No one, babe,” I hastily replied. “It should be your call.”

She harrumphed, losing a little of the wind from her sails. I bit off a smile and dipped my head, darting my tongue out to lick a circle around each nipple. Her little gasp shot a bolt of lust through me. Using one hand, I put light pressure on the back of her head, gently guiding her forward until my mouth neared her ear. “Do you want my cock, baby?”

She took my other hand from around her waist and slipped it between her legs, pushing it up until I was touching her panties. Her unbelievably soaked panties.

“What do you think?” she purred.

“Fuck yeah, you do,” I groaned raggedly. I traced the edge of her underwear up to the top of her thigh, then back down, sliding one finger under the fabric. On the next sweep up, I dragged the digit in between her folds. A groan rumbled in my chest.Son of a bitch…she’s fucking bare. She moaned and pushed her hips down against my hand. But I took it away and brought it to my lips to suck it clean. “Shit. Baby, you taste like cherries everywhere.”

In one swift move, I flipped us over so she was on her back and I could straddle her waist. She stared at my chest hungrily, her eyes practically tracing the lines of my tattoo. It was an intricate, woven design of blues, reds, and yellows, that covered one pec and then trailed down my side and into my pants. What she couldn’t see was that it then went down the crease of my upper thigh, ending about an inch from my cock. But, by the look she was giving the waist of my pants, I was confident that she wanted to find out where it led.

“It’s beautiful, Levi.”

I smiled warmly. “Thank you, baby. I’m glad you like it.”

“I think I’d like to trace it with my tongue.” Her voice was mostly thoughtful, but I caught the laugh she was trying to hold in.

“Maybe next time,” I growled, tweaking her nipples, loving the way she gasped and arched her back. “This time, I lick you.” Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, so I straightened it just enough to access the zipper. I made quick work of it, then climbed from the bed to slide it off, catching her underwear along the way, down her leg and discarding them. I contemplated leaving the boots on, but left that for another day. They were the last thing to go, leaving her stunning body naked and laid out on the bed. Her tan skin stood out against the white comforter, her inky hair splayed all around her. I sucked in a breath, just staring at her and one thought came crashing down on me.She was mine.

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Brooklynn

Levi’s aquaeyes were as dark as I’d ever seen them, roving over my body with a worshipful gaze. I’d never felt so beautiful as I did in that moment. After a few minutes of visual explorations, he bent and placed his hands on my neck, then dragged them down over my breasts to my stomach, and over to cup my hips, before moving them to my inner thighs. He gently pressed them apart, licking his lips when my pussy was fully exposed to him.

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