Page 28 of Slow Burn
His hands aren't touching me, though. One still pins my arms above my head, the other angling his big body over mine. Just enough that only his hardness is touching me. Driving me insane.
“Yes. I am. Touch me and see, Levi. Please.” Lifting his head, he smirks at me, eyes dropping between my legs.
“Oh, I think I will.” Before the words can make sense in my foggy head, he moves.
Hot, delicious wetness closes over my aching folds.
“Holy Jesus!” I cry out before I yank at his hair, locking eyes with him.
Levi smirks against my folds, one long, slow lick making me buck off the bed. His thick arms hook around my thighs, stilling me. Both my hands thread in his sandy hair, my hips slowly circling as he feasts on me. Nips and licks, sucks and bites have me seeing spots of light behind my lids in moments.
Then two fingers spread me open before he swirls his tongue around my throbbing clit. The same fingers press inside me, gently at first, twisting and turning, pumping and pulling. I am bucking wildly now, my breath coming in strangled gasps. I am grinding my hips against his face but he seems none too bothered.
“Oh shit, Levi!” Somehow, he reaches his arm up, his big hand covering my mouth.
“Hush honey. As fuckhot as those sounds are— and they are, trust me, they make me hard as shit—I am nowhere near done with you. Be quiet for me while you come on my tongue, Brynn.” This is all murmured as he watches me, those blue eyes inky and hot with need.
I simply nod my head. The weight of his hand doesn't go away because he knows I'm lying. I don't mind it. I need the pressure anyway, because moments later, his fingers pumping slow and deep into my pussy, his teeth tugging and tongue swirling at my clit, and I go nuclear.
Dozens of moans mingled with curses are panted against his hand. Screamed, really. I feel like I'm levitating off the bed I buck so hard as I come harder than I ever have. My thighs tremble for long moments as aftershocks ripple through me. Before I can recover, Levi moves his big body over mine, hand covering my mouth until I quiet to quiet whimpers.
Without a word, his other arm shoots out, tugging at the bedside table. I hear the crinkle of foil and heat sizzles through me again How? Just how can I want more? Because Levi, I suppose. Because four months of wanting him, followed by two months of having him in this strange, complex way left me greedy.
“Look at me, honey.” I tear my eyes from watching him expertly roll the condom on, my mouth watering at the sight of his length.
“I want to taste you.” Levi groans, his head tipping back, eyes closed.
“Fuck. Not gonna happen right now baby. I doubt I last more than a few strokes. I want you so fucking bad, Brynn. I never stopped wanting you, not from the first moment I saw you. I won't waste another moment pretending otherwise. I wanted you here for me too, and that's selfish as fuck, but I won't lie to you. Tell me you know what it means when I take you now.” He nudges his cock against me, sliding it between my aching folds and we both moan
“I do, Levi. It means us. It means we are happening.” I don't care about Boston or my parents or what I owe to anyone or anything. I owe something to Levi. To Amelia. And to myself.
I owe us this chance and even if I can't have it for long, I am taking it.
“It means us, honey. You and me. Us and Amelia. It's happening the second I make you mine again. You’ve been mine since that night, though, haven't you?” Again, he rocks his hips hitting my clit with the swollen head of his hardness.
“Yes, baby. I never stopped being yours even if I pretended otherwise. I am good at pretending.” My arms are free and I curl them beneath his, tugging his body against mine.
“Not as good as you think you are, honey.” Levi lowers his head, brow against mine, both of us breathing heavy.
Then he changes everything, thrusting once. I moan, his mouth covering mine to quiet me. No one has touched me since that night in Hunter's car, and my body aches from the press of him at first. It's painful until he begins to move. Slow, deep thrusts that press his hips into mine. The muscles of his defined chest rub at my sensitive nipples.
The leisurely press of his body against mine is so perfect tears sting my eyes.
“Goddamn it's so perfect with you. I almost forgot how good it could be, Brynn. Look at me honey. Show me those pretty eyes.” Sunlight lights him up in silhouette and it's so beautiful, the tears slide down my temples. Levi has beautiful ruined me.
We don't talk because what words could we say? It's too soon for the words I feel, but I wonder if even that's true. For moments far longer than a few strokes, Levi makes love to me. It’s not fast and dirty or wild like the first time. It is so much more and words would ruin it.
“So fucking beautiful when you become mine, honey. So beautiful.” Levi's words come heavy and full of emotion as we come together.
I shudder beneath him, taking his mouth in a kiss that I know promises more than I can give. Themorethan I am going to give anyway. I cradle him to me for a moment, pressing kisses to his neck, his damp shoulder and chest, feel his heart thundering beneath my lips.
Levi is the first to let go, just long enough to clean us both up and dispose of the condom. We get a few moments in post coital bliss, cuddling naked on his massive bed before real life intrudes. Levi lets Amelia cry for about a minute before he shoves from the bed to dress.
“Let's try this again, shall we? You start breakfast and I'll get the nugget.” Levi offers, leaning over the bed as he tugs a shirt on with some sweats.
“I can do that. Trying to kill me with the gray sweats?” I reach out, wrapping my hand around his bulge and Levi growls.
“Behave, honey. Give me something.” I giggle as he repeats the words that got this entire thing started.
