25 #2
I gave him the best answer I could think of.
A long, sweet kiss. Levi let me kiss him.
My lips lazily brushed his as he simply stood, his hands gently caressing my back.
I indulged in the moment, my hand going to his hair, playing with it, running it through my fingers.
It felt good to touch him. To feel his hair and skin under mine.
My hands traveled down to his butt, and I pulled him against my center.
He groaned against my lips and took control of the kiss.
I felt his hands on my stomach and realized he was taking my top off.
I helped him remove it, getting out of the garment that was restraining me from feeling his touch.
My hands went to his shirt, my fingers clumsy as they struggled to unpin the buttons.
I had removed all except the last two, but I got frustrated that I ripped the shirt off, the buttons clattering to the floor.
My hands ran down his chest, and he groaned, a sound that made me feel like I knew what I was doing.
That was one of the things I liked about him.
He always made me feel erotic. As if I were a sex goddess who drove him wild.
His chinos were next, followed by my jeans.
Soon we were naked and swaying towards the bed.
When he reached the foot of the bed, he lifted me up and placed me gently on top.
Then he followed. Lying next to me, he proceeded to drop kisses down my neck, chest and lastly my pussy, where he licked and sucked until I came apart.
When he drew back up again, he kissed me, tasting myself on his lips.
A heady mix of his scent and mine. He slid on top of me, his cock lined with my cock, and paused. "Fuck."
"What." I was too anxious to feel him inside me I didn't realize what got him so worried.
"Did Nolan put any condoms in here?"Levi leaned over to the dresser and drew it open. "Ha!"
He brought out a pack of three and tore off one.
"Here," he said. “Put it on me.” He laid back on the bed as I unwrapped the condom and took it out of the packet.
The gold foil slid off the sheets while I held his cock in my hands, playing with it, making him moan before slowly rolling the condom down.
Then I slid on top of him, and down his cock.
We both moaned as I settled on top of him, his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
"You're so big," I said as I rode him. Sliding all the way up and then going back down again.
Holding onto his chest, driving both of us wild as my motion sped up.
His hands caressed my thighs, sliding up and down in a frantic motion that betrayed how aroused he was.
He let out a strained chuckle. "You're so tight," he said with ragged breath.
When they moved to my waist, Levi surprised me by turning us around.
Switching our positions so I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me.
His lips went to mine as he slid inside me again and began to move slowly.
His thrusts designed to torture. I lifted my legs, milking him.
I smirked when he groaned. Two can play that game.
Then he kissed me again, and all thoughts of games flew out of my mind, and nothing else remained save for how good he felt and how good this felt.
I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be cocooned in his world and be lost there forever.
Never to be found. And when I reached ecstasy, I wasn't alone.
He came with me. Shaking as he held on to me tightly while I clutched my legs around him.
We lay like that long after the seizures were over.
Loving his weight on top of mine. When he tried to disentangle, I held him fast. He relented.
And we stayed in silence, listening to the raindrops tapping the windows and the roof above.
As it subsided, we got off each other, both groaning when we pulled apart.
Levi pulled me into his arms and we cuddled, something I never let him do before.
I was always afraid of doing it. Afraid of developing real feelings, but it seemed like I already had.
"This feels nice," he said. I snuggled into his chest, inhaling the cologne mixed in with the musk scent of his sweat. The rain had died, and the sun was coming in, bathing our entwined bodies with heat that warmed our cooling limbs.
"Tell me something about you. Something nice."
His chin brushed against my forehead, tucking me into his embrace. "Something nice?"
"You know. A traumaless factoid about you."
He frowned. "Has everything I told you about me been nothing but trauma?"
"Everything that isn't your love for history? Yes."
"God, have I been trauma dumping on you?"
"No." My fingers trailed against his chest, drawing nonsense circles. "I love how open you've been to me."
"Let me think…Oh. When I was ten, Nolan sent me, Seb and Tyler to Disneyland. Best day of my life in all my ten years at that time."
I noticed it was his older brother and not his mother or father. I almost asked where they were until I caught myself. "Your brother sounds like a nice guy."
"He has his moments. Nolan can be harsh sometimes, but he tries to look out for all of us. What next? Graduation day. When I got my history degree. A ten out of ten day definitely."
"Boo. Doesn't count. Still history related."
"Okay." He squeezed me against him. "When I met—what about you? Tell me something about you."
I shifted in his embrace. "Like what?"
"Professor Phantom. Why did you call me that? In your email."
"Oh." Heat crept into my cheeks. "It's nothing."
"Now I'm even more curious."
"It's your nickname. What everyone calls you behind your back. Which I don't do anymore."
He jerked back, but did not seem as angry as I thought he would be." And it means…"
"Are you really going to force me to say it?"
He nodded.
I sighed. "It's a Phantom of the Opera reference. It means you're scary, but also…"
"But also hot. You're like a hot and scary guy."
"Huh. That doesn't sound as awful as I thought."
"You're not mad?"
"At you? Never. My students, however…"
The sound of a phone ringing trilled through the room, cutting into our conversation. Levi got up and went to his pants and shuffled out his phone. "What is it?" he said curtly into the gadget.
Muffled sounds came from the other end of the phone. Levi frowned and glanced outside. It was getting late, and the sun was setting.
"Yeah. We'll be there." He ended the call, a scowl marring his face. "We have to go back."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said, putting his pants on. "I wanted to spend more time alone with you."
"A man after my heart."
We got dressed, straightened our disheveled state and returned to the villa arm in arm.
Dusk had arrived by the time we got to the villa.
The cream building resembled a goldencastle in the orange light.
The place was even more abuzz as more guests came in.
The first person to see us was Ivy, who sighed in relief.
Dressed in a midnight blue evening gown that glittered as it caught the sun rays, she looked like a movie star.
"Where were you guys? You weren't answering my calls or texts?"
"We got rained on when we wandered in the gardens and ended up at a cottage," Levi said.
Ivy's gaze assessed us for a second time, more shrewdly this time. Damien, who was already dressed in a tuxedo, looked us once over and smiled as he came to stand next to Ivy. "A cottage, huh. Nothing good happens at a Hawthorne estate cottage."
Ivy lightly nudged him in the ribs.
"Whatever," Ivy said. "You two need to get dressed quickly. The rehearsal dinner is starting very soon."
"I didn't know there was going to be a rehearsal dinner." Levi didn't tell me about it. Otherwise, we would have rushed through the rain back here.
Ivy glowered at Levi. "I blame him. He knew. And he's supposed to give a speech. Oh," she added. "And Mom's here."
"Jacqueline?" he said, frowning.
"She's not here alone. She's with…"
"There you are!" a woman said behind us.
I turned to see a small pale woman, who had ivory skin that was almost white, and looked to be in her seventies.
She was dressed in a light blue Chanel suit complete with the hat.
She walked as though she were tiptoeing on the floor, her feet barely touching the ground before lifting them again.
Behind her was a much taller woman, though not taller than Ivy.
Her height was slightly above average, but next to the petite woman, she looked Amazonian.
She looked just as glamorous as the petite lady, even if she was dressed in what could be conceivably called casual clothes of jeans, white t-shirt and heels.
She was a dark-skinned beauty, closer to Levi's age or even mine.
But there was something unnerving about her.
As though I were meeting someone I should not meet.
"How are you, darling?" She went to hug Levi, ignoring me like I was the help. "When I heard you got married, I thought it surely must be to Connie. Only to speak to her on the way over and tell me that it's not her! You got married to someone else!"
Levi shuffled his feet. "Hi Jackie. Hi Connie." Connie half-heartedly raised her hand, trying her best to seem small.
"Elle," he placed a hand around my waist. "Meet Jackie, my stepmother, and Connie, my ex."