Chapter 28
Levi
“Mm. Those tacos were absolutely delicious. Thank you,” Layla says, licking her lips, making me want to take a bite of her.
Clearing my throat, I stand, saying, “You’re welcome.” Leaning down, I give her a chaste kiss, but it’s not nearly enough. Grabbing our plates, I carry them into the kitchen to clean up, not able to sit still.
Layla follows me, leaning her elbows against the counter and pushing up her cleavage. Fuck. “Want some help?” she asks.
“No, thanks. I got it.” I focus on rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. At the moment that’s all I can handle. Layla my sole focus.
My hands are itching to touch her again, but this time, I want to be able to spread her out on my bed and explore every part of her.
Watching her fall apart knowing no one could see what I was doing to her was priceless.
I wanted to bend her over, flip up her dress and fuck her right there, but getting arrested, or having her exposed to anyone else is not high on my priority list. Although seeing her completely uninhibited with me just might be at the top of it.
We walk back into the living room and she shifts near the couch, as if she’s unsure what she wants to do.
I stalk towards her, holding her gaze. “You know, you’re always gorgeous, Layla.
You have this elegant beauty like no other woman I’ve ever met, but there’s something about you in this dress that is absolutely driving me wild,” I proclaim, watching her beautiful brown orbs enlarge, her full lips loosely pucker and her face heat.
Stepping towards her, I reach up, cradling her face in my hands.
Tipping my head down, I brush my lips over hers, savoring the feel of having her near, her warm breath on my face, our hearts pounding in anticipation.
Finally, eliminating the distance between us, I kiss her, keeping my movements tender, measured, attempting to show her how much I care.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head and deepen our kiss, feeling her body melting into mine.
My insides blaze, and I struggle to hold back, my dick fighting me.
But I refuse to push too hard or move too fast. Not with Layla.
Planting her palms on my chest, she gently nudges me back, breaking our kiss. Leaning my head on her forehead, we stand, unmoving, both of us catching our breath. She glances at me, licking her lips as if she wants to say something.
“Layla? Are you all right?”
“I just have to ask you something.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing out the word.
“You’re not with anyone else, are you?” she blurts out, hesitant, but determined.
Frowning, I straighten, my stomach suddenly churning. Holding her gaze, I insist, “Hell no. Layla, I don’t want anyone but you. Please tell me you’re not seeing, dating, or especially not sleeping with anyone else. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not about to share with anyone.”
Giggling, she pats my chest. “Slow down, Levi. You are the only man in my life I want to date or sleep with.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Smiling, she leans into me once again. “I’d like that.”
Staring into her eyes, I need her to know the truth in my words. “I’m serious, Layla. I’m not the man you met at the diner.”
“That’s a damn good thing.” She smirks.
Chuckling, I kiss her again.
Nudging me back, she requests, “Do you mind if we move this to your room. I don’t want you hurting your arm again.”
My chest tightens at the same time as my cock and I grin. “You are always welcome in my bed.” Spinning her around, my hands rest on her shoulders and I guide her to my room. “This way.”
She steps through the door and away from me, sitting on a small bench near the footboard. “Sorry, I need to take these shoes off. I haven’t worn them in a long time.”
“Let me help.” Getting down on one knee, my palm curves around the smooth skin of her calf, unhooking the strap before slipping it off and setting it on the floor. Grabbing her other leg, I do the same and she rises, standing before me. I look up at her and am momentarily overwhelmed.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I take a deep breath and slowly rise. Skimming my hands up her legs, her skirt bunches up slightly before it falls. Her breathing picks up its pace as my hands settle at the top of her ass.
“Levi,” she whispers.
Leaning down, no longer able to hold back, I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her hard.
My tongue juts out, begging for entrance and she eagerly opens, her tongue immediately tangling with mine.
Slowly guiding her around the corner of the bed, I continue licking, tasting and exploring her mouth, our tongues playfully fighting for dominance.
When I have her against the side of the bed, my hand wraps around the silky strands of her ponytail, gently urging her head backwards as I kiss a path down her neck and over her collarbone. My hand skims her side, palming her breast, feeling her already pert nipple arch into me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, gently squeezing, my thumb running over her nipple and pinching over the fabric of her dress.
“I want this off, Levi.”
“Not yet. Lay back on the bed,” I instruct. She does as I ask, keeping her gaze fixed on me bringing a smile to my face. “Good girl.”
My words have her body heating and I fucking love it.
I kiss her again, my hands trailing her sides and slipping underneath her dress.
Hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, I slide them down her legs, dropping them to the floor.
Gliding my hands back up her legs, I push her skirt up to her waist, exposing her sweet pussy with a narrow strip of dark hair down to her sweet spot. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“Levi,” she rasps, already breathless.
My hands grip her thighs, gently parting her legs as I kneel between them.
Leaning towards her, I inhale deeply, cherishing her intoxicatingly sweet scent.
“Mm…” My tongue juts out, licking her folds.
I hum, savoring her taste. “Fuck, you taste good.” I lick her again, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue around it.
Moving back, I push my tongue inside her pussy, curling and pushing firm along her folds, circling and sucking her clit again.
I repeat the motion, tasting her juices, feeling her heat and swell towards me.
“Levi,” she whimpers. Curling, circling and sucking, I flatten my tongue, pressing firm and repeating the motions.
Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging and holding me to her at the same time.
Her breathing becomes rapid, and she gasps for breath, repeating my name again and again.
Every sound, every touch spurs me on and then she falls––pulsing, moaning, clenching, begging, and soaking my tongue until she stops moving completely, focusing on just breathing. “Oh, my god, Levi. That was...”
I smirk, crawling up her body, pressing kisses to any exposed skin along the way. Brushing my lips over hers, I settle into her side, my dick digging into her hip, begging to be released, but I don’t want to assume anything. “You okay?”
“I’m fantastic.” She glances at me and frowns. “But you have too many clothes on and you’re not supposed to be in that position.”
“Sorry. It’s a bad habit.”
“Yes, it is. Take your shirt and pants off and lay down.”
I arch my brow. “Yes, ma’am.”
She giggles and leans up on her elbows, watching as I reach back with one hand and yank my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor.
Holding her gaze, I unbutton my jeans and kick them off, along with my boxer-briefs.
Her eyes widen and she stares at my hard, erect cock as I climb on the bed and lay back, waiting to see what she’ll do.
Licking her lips, she asks, “Dress on or off?”
I open my mouth to answer but surprise myself when I hesitate. “What are we doing? Your answer could make all the difference.”
“It’s my turn to taste you.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage. Those words coming out of her mouth as she looks at my cock like she’s ready to devour it almost makes me come before she even comes close to me.
I groan. “Damn, Layla. Let’s start with the dress on and if I accidentally rip it, I’ll buy you another just like it. ”
She straddles me, kissing me, but quickly backs away, licking and kissing her way down my chest, every touch going straight to my dick. Her full breasts are nearly spilling out of her dress, and her panties are on my floor.
Shit. I’m not going to last. Embarrassingly so.
There’s no fucking way. I’m about to lose it.
Her hands graze my cock, followed by the warm, rough feel of her tongue.
She swirls it around the tip before she wraps her perfect full lips around my cock giving me the perfect image to cum to for the rest of my damn life.
Sucking me into her mouth, she takes me to the back of her throat, licking and sucking.
She moves faster, sucking me hard and firm.
Heat shoots low in my gut and I grab her ponytail and lightly yank her back.
“Layla, babe, that feels so good, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside you if you’ll let me.”
She falls back and crawls over me, straddling me. “Condom?” she asks.
Reaching up, I cup her jaw, staring into her eyes. “I want you, Layla, but are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, I want you, Levi.”
My heart lurches as if she just declared her love. “In the drawer,” I say, pointing to the nightstand.
Reaching over, she grabs what she needs. I hold my hand out, but she shakes her head. “Let me do it.” My dick jumps, straining towards her as she rips the wrapper and grasps the condom, rolling it on. Looking down at me, she informs me, “I’m staying on top.”
Goosebumps prickle my skin at her command, loving that she’s taking charge.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smirk, my hand trailing down her center to her core.
Watching her reactions, I graze her slippery folds and pinch her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and slide back, inserting one finger and then two, a sexy moan falling from her lips.
Removing them, I glide them over her pussy, applying pressure.
Planting her hands on my chest, she pushes away from me, raising herself up and hovering over my rigid cock.
My hands go to her hips, gripping her. With one hand she shimmies her skirt out of the way, keeping the other on my chest and torturously slow, lowers herself down on me, every inch pure ecstasy. “Oh, wow,” she pants.
Her tight walls squeeze me and I grip her hips, controlling my breathing. “Shit, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” she murmurs, that fact hitting me hard. “I feel so full.”
Slowly, she moves up and down, before circling her hips and then doing it again. Everything about her and this moment, this feeling, erotic. My fingers dig into her thighs, clinging to my control, but seeing her ride me in this fucking dress…I’ll never be the same.
My heartbeat quickens, breathing intensifies, and my body combusts with my hips bucking up to meet her.
Knowing this time I won’t last, I reach down, my thumb finding her clit, and flicking, rubbing it in circles and applying pressure desperate to feel her release surround me.
“Layla, I need you to come for me, please,” I beg.
Her tits bounce every time she slides up and down my hard shaft making me impossibly harder. Hooded eyes meet mine, her chest heaving as she rides me faster, seeking her orgasm and bringing me to the brink along with her.
“I’m…” she rasps, trailing off.
Continuing to move with her in a rhythm that’s all our own, she whimpers as her hot, wet pussy squeezes my cock.
She tremors, clenching and unclenching. A guttural groan leaves my lips as I completely lose control.
Thrusting upwards, her walls squeeze me, milking me stimulating a heat exploding low in my belly.
Her juices coat my dick as she starts to come down from her high, my own movements becoming erratic as I come, shooting my load into the condom.
She collapses on top of me, just as I finish, both of us sweaty and gasping for breath. My hand falls to her back and I pull her closer to my lips. Kissing her, I request, “Stay with me?”
Her eyes widen in surprise. I get it. If it were any other woman I wouldn’t be asking, but I no longer want anyone else. “Okay. Got a shirt for me to wear?”
Chuckling, I ask, “Does that mean I finally get to see what’s really under that dress?”
“No. You made your choice, now you have to live with it,” she says, but it’s hard to believe she means it with that smile on her face.
Approaching the dresser, I find a pair of clean boxer shorts for me to sleep in and a black t-shirt for her. Walking back to the bed, I hold my hand out for her and she comes willingly. “On your knees,” I say, my eyes glinting with mischief.
“You’re trouble, Mr. Brennan.”
“Well, that can make things a whole lot of fun.”