37. Aimee
Aimee
Levi picks me up the second we reach the bedroom door and sweeps me into his arms.
“When are you going to stop doing that?”
“Never.” He kisses me as he unlocks the door.
“I find that hard to believe. Newlywed bliss is bound to wear off eventually.”
He kicks the door shut behind him, tossing me onto the bed and already aiming for the button on my pants. “I’ve been in love with you for over a decade, and nothing has worn off yet.”
“Fourteen years in which we didn’t see each other.”
“Don’t remind me.” He glares, stripping my pants off.
Levi grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and I let out a shriek as my ass hits the edge.
“Enough being difficult, firecracker.” He drops to his knees. “You want to keep running your mouth, then you can beg for me.”
He dives between my legs, and I lose the words on my tongue. My nails dig into his hair as I wrap my legs around his thick shoulders, and maybe he’s right because I could never get tired of this.
His tongue draws a slow infinity where I’m most sensitive, and a spark starts shooting through my veins. The stubble on his chin rubs against me, contrasting with his mouth soothing me, and I can barely hang on through the sensations.
“Levi.” I tip my head back as he reaches up and shoves my shirt up to grab my breast. “Fuck.”
“You want to come, Aimee?” He drags his tongue over me, slowly nipping at my inner thigh. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please.” He inches higher. “Please make me come.”
He chuckles, knowing that there’s only one way I’ll stop being difficult, and it’s when he drops down between my legs. Whatever his tongue does is magic.
Two fingers thrust in, and he curls them just right. Stroking me until I come completely undone. He swirls his tongue, driving deeper with a third finger. And when I meet his stare, I detonate.
The room collapses, and all I see are stars.
An endless night with pinpricks of light. And I’m one of them. Floating while he continues to lull me over that wave.
Up and down.
Cresting .
I’m still shaking when Levi lifts higher on his knees, looking at me spread out on the bed before him. The satisfied smirk on his face has me narrowing my eyes.
“Cheater.” I rip my shirt off and throw it at him while he discards his own. “You were supposed to be dragging me in here to compliment me.”
He stands up, stripping off his pants. “I didn’t think that through. My tongue was a little too busy for compliments.”
The grin that stretches his cheeks makes my stomach swirl.
“You want praise, firecracker?”
Before I can answer, he grabs my legs and spins me around so my head is dangling over the edge of the bed, and I’m looking up at his hard cock as he strokes it directly over my face.
“Take my cock down your pretty throat, and I’ll praise you all you want.” A drip of precum falls onto my lips, and I lick it off.
A growl rumbles in his chest as he lowers the tip to my lips, tapping once in question. And when I part my lips, teasing him with a swirl of my tongue, his knees buckle just enough to make me smile.
Levi quickly wipes the smile from my face by thrusting deep, and from this angle, upside down, he manages to push farther down my throat.
“Good girl.” He grabs my throat with both his hands, stroking the column with his thumbs. “Let me feel you swallow my cock. ”
When he pushes forward, I do as asked, swallowing to take him deeper than I ever have. I feel the pressure from the inside out. Where he fills my throat. Where his thumbs stroke over my neck where I’m taking him.
He grips, and it’s enough to add a touch of pressure before he pulls back, and I gulp down a breath. It’s a short-lived relief as he shifts his hips forward again.
“Look at you hungry for your husband’s cock. I’m going to feed you my cum all night. Until it’s dripping out of your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Such a good girl taking me exactly how I want.”
My thighs press tight, and my throat relaxes with his praise. I just came, but I already feel myself building at his voice alone. Soothing me. Appreciating me.
There’s something about how Levi can be doing the filthiest things to my body and still make me feel like the most cherished person in the world. He claims my throat, worshipping me all the same.
His fingers find my peaked nipples, and he toys with them. Plucking at one and then the other, until I find my hand slipping between my legs to help ease some of the relief.
“That’s beautiful, Aimee.” He grabs my breasts and fucks my mouth at a steadier pace as I adjust. “Let me have a taste.”
I pull my fingers from my core and lift my hand. And when Levi wraps his mouth around them, I’m aching all over again. He consumes my entire existence.
“Fuck you taste like heaven.” He licks between my fingers, and I’m shaking.
With a swift step back, Levi pulls out, and I swallow down a breath. Blood rushes to my face, and I’m probably a mess. But if Levi thinks that, he doesn’t say anything as he grabs me and flips me around again.
“Are you enjoying having your way with me, Havoc?” I tease him as he climbs over me on the bed.
“Always.” He grins, thrusting in.
My breasts brush his bare chest, and I’m a nerve ending waiting to erupt.
“But right now…” Levi props himself over me, lacing one hand into the hair at the side of my head as he fucks me. “I want to look into my wife’s eyes when she comes.”
“Fuck.” Those words are almost as pleasing as the steady rock of his hips.
As the sight of his strong arms rippling with every movement.
My fingers trace over the tattoos on his chest and shoulders.
Demons and nightmares. But it doesn’t scare me. He holds them for me so I don’t have to. He carries the weight so it’s lighter on my shoulders. Levi is my breath of fresh air. And as I shatter and my climax reaches a breaking point, he’s the single point in the universe that holds me together.
I grab his shoulders, and from the grit of his jaw, I know I must be squeezing him until it hurts. He fills me so deeply, it’s nearly impossible for me to take him sometimes. But when I come, I run out of room entirely.
Levi is all I feel and all I hear .
Chasing me over that ledge as he finds his own relief with my body.
With my heart.
He does as he promised, looking into my eyes as I fall apart. Eyes I get lost in every night and every morning, wondering how I went so long without them.
They’re the one part of him that is exactly as I remember them. Threads of gold in darkness. Comfort in forgotten promises.
Levi fucks me until he’s dripping out of me, and only then does he settle between my legs, but he doesn’t pull out.
“You’re perfect.” He brushes my hair back, kissing my jaw.
“Still going with the compliments?” I smile.
He peppers kisses over my jaw and neck, pausing with his lips right beneath my ear. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life appreciating you, firecracker. With compliments.” He kisses lower. “Kisses.” He plants another one at my shoulder. “Cum.”
“Charming.” I laugh, and he looks down at me, grinning.
“I’ve never been accused of such things.”
“I can see why.” I reach for his hand, which is stroking the side of my head, so I can play with the wedding band he wears over the hourglass. “I love you, Levi.”
“I love you too.” He leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “Always.”