Chapter 19
Arizona
Levi’s hugs were pure magic, and hours later, I could still feel his strong arms wrapped around me. But the downside was that the lingering warmth of his touch had migrated south, becoming a pulsing need between my thighs that demanded release.
And it wasn’t like I could take care of business with the man himself asleep beside me.
Achy and overheated, I couldn’t lie still, tossing and turning until I grew so frustrated that I flung the covers off with a huff.
There was a rustling of sheets from the other side of the pillow wall, then came Levi’s sleep-roughened voice. “Everything all right over there?”
“Just peachy,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
A chuckle sounded from my bedpartner. “You won’t be winning an award for your acting skills any time soon.”
Levi shifted so that he was propped up on one elbow to peek over the mountain of pillows between us. My eyes were adjusted enough to the darkness that I could see the creases lining his forehead.
“Talk to me, Arizona. Tell me how I can help.”
I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes. “I want—No, I need—”
Hell, I couldn’t even bring myself to say it. Because the second I did, everything would change.
The mattress dipped, and I uncovered my eyes to find Levi on his feet. He bent over to pull on a pair of sweatpants. “Whatever it is, I’ll get it for you.”
I almost laughed out loud.
Screw it. What’s the worst that could happen? He gives me a screaming orgasm that sends me into a coma until the sun comes up?
Whisper-quiet, I confessed, “You.”
Levi was across the room, his back to me as he tugged on a T-shirt. “Yeah, me. I’m sure I can find a twenty-four-hour pharmacy. Just tell me what we’re dealing with so I can grab the right meds. Fever? Cramps? Stomachache?”
He still didn’t get it.
Fine, I guess I’d have to spell it out for him.
I sat up in bed. “I’m horny, Levi.”
Pretty sure we both stopped breathing after I dropped that bomb.
Slowly, the man I married turned around, his eyes wide. His audible swallow was deafening in the silence. “H-horny?”
My chin dipped in the tiniest of nods. “Yes. If I don’t get off, I won’t be able to sleep tonight. So if the offer still stands for you to get me whatever I need . . .”
His chest heaved. “You need me to buy you a vibrator?”
An aggravated scream clawed its way up my throat. “No! I need you to fuck me until I pass out!”
Levi’s jaw dropped, as did my gaze to find his hard dick tenting the front of his sweats.
Clearing his throat wasn’t enough to eliminate the huskiness that colored his words. “Please tell me you’re not messing with me. Because I’m pretty sure I’ve maxed out my quota of cold showers for the year.”
I climbed out of bed, stepping toward where he stood rooted to the spot after my confession.
Pressing a palm to the center of his chest, I could feel the racing rhythm of his heart.
Going for broke, I slid my touch downward.
His abs contracted as I skated over them, and the throatiest groan spilled into the heated air when I rubbed over his straining erection.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop,” Levi panted, grinding against my hand.
We were past the point of no return. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to.
I pressed my lips to the base of his throat, murmuring against his skin, “Get naked.”
If there were a world record for the fastest undresser, there was no doubt Levi would have broken it with how quickly he shed his clothing.
Damn, this man was gorgeous. He had muscles for days, and my mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his dick.
All rational thought about what would happen come morning flew out the window, and I dropped to my knees.
With my eyes locked on Levi, I darted my tongue out, lapping up the bead of precum pooled at the tip.
His chest rumbled as his head dropped back, his hand falling to my head. “Tell me this is real,” he begged.
A smile curved onto my lips as I purred, “You tell me.” Then I swallowed his dick whole, gagging when it bumped against the back of my throat.
There wasn’t time to set a rhythm before Levi fisted my hair, holding me immobile as he began thrusting into my mouth.
He grunted from above. “I knew the first time you used that sharp tongue on me that you’d give the best head. God, I love being right.”
I gripped his thighs, digging my nails in and making him hiss.
His pace grew punishing, and tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe.
“That’s it, go ahead and mark me, baby. Leave scars all over my body, so that every time I look in the mirror I’m reminded of what a hot little hellcat my wife is.”
I moaned around his shaft. Hearing him call me his wife was almost enough to make me combust.
Levi let out a deep hum of satisfaction. “Oh, I think we just found your weakness, didn’t we, wife?”
My whimper couldn’t be contained, my hand slipping down the front of my silk shorts. I was fucking soaked, dripping down my thighs.
Groaning, Levi pressed in deep, holding himself there as my throat muscles spasmed around him and black spots danced across my vision from the lack of oxygen. When he withdrew, I collapsed, coughing violently as I struggled to draw air into my lungs.
“You have no idea how tempted I was to come in that hot little mouth of yours,” he rasped. “If I were ten years younger and didn’t have to wait to get hard again, I would have.”
I involuntarily licked my lips, eager to savor the taste of his cum.
“Dirty girl. There will be plenty of time for that later.”
He already knew what my mind refused to accept—that I’d opened the floodgates, and there would be no keeping our hands to ourselves after this.
Levi’s touch, which had been so gentle when offering me comfort earlier, grew rough as he dragged me off the floor before tossing me face-first onto the mattress.
There wasn’t time to think before my shorts were ripped down my thighs, and a strong grip on my hips hauled me onto my knees.
I shifted from side to side, desperate for friction.
“Don’t move a muscle.” The growled warning came a split second before a slap to my ass that made me squeal.
I whined into the sheets, the pulsing between my thighs having reached a fever pitch.
Levi’s palm skated over my stinging skin as he cooed, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you.”
His touch roved the globes of my ass before spreading my cheeks, and I could feel his hot breath against my slick flesh.
Then he just stayed there, hovering an inch away from where I needed him most, and it drove me fucking insane.
When I couldn’t handle the anticipation of him putting his mouth on me a second longer, I pushed my ass back. That’s when his grip grew punishing, the tips of all ten fingers digging in so hard that I cried out in pain.
“I said. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“Levi, please,” I sobbed.
His dark chuckle went straight to my clit. “Following directions might not be your strong suit, but damn do you sound so pretty when you beg.”
The words had barely left his lips before his tongue made contact.
And not at all where I was expecting it.
My gasp split the air when the tip circled my rear entrance, and as it pressed inside, I let out a moan that would have put even the most seasoned porn star to shame.
Fireworks lit up the pleasure centers in my brain, and I clutched the sheets, sobbing with the need to come.
Levi withdrew, and a quick peek back showcased that infuriatingly sexy smirk tugging up one corner of his lips. “Well, that’s a surprise. Little Miss Polished Professional is nothing more than a filthy whore who loves having her ass eaten out.”
He had no clue how close to the truth that was.
“More,” I demanded.
Without delay, his mouth returned to my ass, literally fucking it with his tongue.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
When he hummed against me, I saw stars.
Shame had left the chat long ago—along with my sanity—and I bucked against his face, almost daring him to spank me again because that would have been enough to spark the explosion of my looming orgasm.
It should be illegal how good he was with his tongue; there was this little flicking move he did with the tip that made my toes curl so hard my feet began to cramp.
I was right there, teetering on the edge of what promised to be a life-altering release, when he pressed an open-mouth kiss against that forbidden hole, and then cool air rushed over me, signaling he’d pulled away.
Lightheaded from the lust coursing through my bloodstream, I managed to lift my head and utter a drawn-out, “Noooooooooo.”
Hands smoothed up my sides in a gentle caress, lifting my top over my head as lips pressed against my spine, moving upward until they landed right beside my ear.
Levi’s deep voice was rough, like it had been dragged over gravel. “That was only the appetizer. I want to feel your cunt rippling around me when you come.”
Jesus Christ, the man had a dirty mouth, and according to the full-body shudder that rolled through me from head to toe, I was so here for it.
“Spread nice and wide for me, baby,” he ordered.
With how violently my legs trembled, it was a miracle I hadn’t already collapsed onto the bed. But somehow, I managed to obey, pushing my knees apart as far as they would go.
Sucking on a sensitive spot along the side of my neck with enough pressure that I knew I’d be covering up a hickey tomorrow, he released me with an audible pop.
“Wider,” he barked.
“Any wider, and I’ll snap like a wishbone,” I huffed.
With him curled over my back, I felt the vibrations of his growl, my nipples tightening into points sharp enough to cut glass.
A firm grip landed on my thighs, pushing my widened knees toward my chest before flattening them to the mattress, essentially butterflying my legs, leaving my ass lifted. The stretch was so intense that I hissed.
He massaged the spot where my tendons pulled the most, coaching, “Breathe through it.”