Page 47 of Levee

My hands grabbed at him, one going to the back of his neck, the other grabbing his shoulder to keep myself upright as the waves crashed through me over and over.

Levee kept working me through it, dragging it out until I felt wrung out.

Only then did his head turn, pressing a sweet kiss to my inner thigh before moving to stand.

He reached for me again, hoisting me up around his waist, his hands sinking into my ass as he turned and walked toward the living room. Turning, he dropped down, taking me down, straddling him.

I wanted to just nuzzle into his neck, to cling to him with as much neediness and desperation as I was feeling right then.

I let myself have a moment, my lips pressing into his neck, breathing in his crisp scent. Something citrusy and clean that I couldn’t get enough of.

A little rumble moved through him, vibrated into me, sparking the flame of desire through me again as he swallowed hard.

I kissed my way up to his ear, then down his jaw until my lips claimed his.

With one orgasm to take the edge off of my own need, my lips were soft and lazy for a long time, just soaking up the feel of him, the comfort of his closeness.

It wasn’t long, though, before my own desire was rising to meet his.

When his hands grabbed my hips and dragged me downward until there wasn’t a whisper of air between us, making his cock press against my cleft, the little spark became a fire once again.

I pulled back, loving the raw hunger in his dark eyes.

His hands slid up from my hips, grabbing the hem of my tee and slowly lifting it, exposing me inch by inch.

I lifted my arms up over my head, and he leaned forward to free me of the shirt before sitting back and soaking in the view.

His hands rested lazily at my waist for a long moment. It wasn’t until a little whimper of need moved through me that his gaze cut to mine, his hunger undercut with a spark of amusement.

But then he was leaning forward, his face pressing between my breasts. I felt him breathe me in as my hand slipped into his soft hair.

Then he was shifting and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

The desire was a white-hot fire that burst through me, making my skin feel too heated, too tight to contain all of that need.

Levee’s teeth grazed the tightened bud, making my thighs clamp to the sides of him, my cleft rocking against his hardness.

He teased me with lips and tongue and teeth until I felt like I couldn’t take it. Then moved across my chest and continued the sweet agony.

When he finally moved back, I was the one quickly losing my grip on my control.

My hands yanked at the leather vest he was wearing. With a chuckle, he sat back to help me remove it. That wasn’t nearly good enough, though. I grabbed his shirt, pulling it until he took over and pulled it off, tossing it carelessly to the side.

A little whimper escaped me at the feel of his bare skin on mine as I leaned forward to steal his lips. But just for a moment before the need to explore him became too strong to ignore.

I kissed down his neck, over his collarbone, down the center of his chest, then took a moment to tease my tongue over his nipples before continuing down.

His abdominal muscles were tensed with his desire, each of them tightening as my tongue and lips moved over them.

I scooted off his lap, lowering my body down between his thighs.

My hands went across his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside to free his cock.

Levee’s hand clenched his own thigh, like it was taking actual effort not to reach for me, not to draw me down onto him.

He didn’t need to hold himself back. I had no intention of torturing him.

I leaned down, teasing my tongue around the head of his cock, then down and up the underside of his length.

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