Lina
Ten
The door clicks shut. And Levi’s mouth is on mine. There’s no buildup this time. No hesitation. Just his hands in my hair, his big, strong body pressing me backward, his tongue stroking mine in the most fucking amazing way. Finally, finally, finally.
My back hits the wall, and I don’t fucking care.
His hands find the tie of my robe; and with one sharp tug, it falls open.
And he goes still. I’m not wearing anything under.
It’s just me. Skin, and a whole lota boobs and ass.
His eyes travel down my body, my stomach, my hips, between my thighs, and the look on his face makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck.” The word comes out hoarse. “Look at you.”
My face splits into a huge grin.
He shakes his head, his grin matching mine, and pushes the silk off my shoulders. The robe pools at my feet, and Levi’s eyes fucking feast on my full breasts, my soft stomach, my thick thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is rough, bordering on feral.
He reaches out, trailing his fingers over my collarbone, down between my breasts, over the curve of my belly, and I shiver.
“I’ve thought about this so many fucking times.” His hand slides lower, over my hip, my thigh. “What you’d look like. What you’d feel like.”
His fingers brush between my legs, and I gasp.
“What you’d fucking taste like.”
“You’re overdressed,” I tell him, undoing his shirt buttons with trembling fingers.
Levi grins. “Yeah. I am.” He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head, not even worried about the buttons popping to the floor, and…
Holy shit. My man is all broad shoulders, thick chest dusted with short hair, big-ass arms, a stomach that’s not a six-pack but solid, strong, real.
He unbuckles his belt, unzips, pushing both his slacks and black boxer briefs down in one motion, and his cock springs free.
And, oh. My guy is BIG! Thick and hard, his cockhead flushed and leaking. My mouth waters.
He smirks. “See something you like, sweetheart?”
“Get over here,” I reply with a giddy smile.
We don’t make it to the bed. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, with his big hands under my generous thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. My back hits the wall, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing right against my pussy entrance.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Please…” I’m past any type of decorum or pretense. “I need…”
“Oh, I know exactly what you need, baby.”
Then he shifts his hips, positions himself, and pushes inside me in one long, slow stroke that deliciously stretches me.
“Oh, God!”
He’s big. So fucking big. I feel every inch of him sliding in, filling me up, stretching me in a way that borders on too much.
“Lina.” My name sounds like a feral growl. “Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking tight and wet…”
“More.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Move. Please.”
He pulls back. Thrusts in. And I see fucking stars. He feels so gooood. So fucking good…
“Like that?” His voice is nothing but rasp. “That what you need, baby?”
“Yes!”
He fucks me with deep, hard strokes that hit places I never knew existed inside me.
The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room.
It sounds obscene, filthy, fucking beautiful.
All I smell is Levi, all I see is his fucking handsome face, all I feel is the heat of his massive body surrounding me, and the thick drag of his cock inside me.
“Years,” he pants into my neck. “Fucking years I fucking craved you…”
“Me too, baby,” I moan.
“Watching you on TV, jerking off, imagining…”
“Me too…”
“You’re mine now.” He pulls back to look at me, eyes wild. “Say it.”
“Yours.” The word rips out of me. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes, you are.”
His pace gets faster. Rougher. The head of his cock hitting magical spots inside my body with every thrust, and I’m moaning, crying out, completely undone. Fucking wrecked. All fucking his.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “Levi, baby…”
“I know, love. I can feel your pussy fucking squeezing me.” He shifts his angle, grinding against my clit with every stroke. “Let go, sweetheart. Come on my cock. Fucking come for me.”
“I…”
“Come for me, Lina. Let me feel it.”
So I do as my man says. I fucking shatter.
My orgasm crashes through me like a brick wall, my pussy clenching around him, fucking milking him.
I’m shaking, sobbing his name, Levi, Levi, fuck, LEVI!
Then he’s following me, fucking groaning, his cock pulsing as he spills inside me.
After, we stay pressed against the wall, breathing hard, still connected.
My arms and legs around him, his hands still gripping my body, face buried in the crook of my neck, my lips on his damp skin. Like we never want to let go.
“Holy shit,” I finally manage.
Levi laughs against my skin. “Yeah.”
Then he carries me to the huge king-size bed, still inside me, and lays me down on the soft sheets. When he pulls out, I instantly feel the loss of him, then the warm trickle of his cum sliding out of me. Levi watches.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring between my thighs. “Look at you.”
He runs his fingers through our mess, then pushes himself back inside me, making me whimper.
“So fucking beautiful.” He leans to press a kiss to my inner thigh. “I’m nowhere near done with you, sweetheart.”
I let out a breathy laugh, running a hand over his messy hair. “Baby, we just…”
“I’ve been waiting for fucking years.” He settles between my legs, spreading my thighs wide. “We have a lot to work through.”
Then his mouth is on me. Oh God, oh God, oh God! His tongue drags through my folds, tasting us, and the sounds he makes are fucking obscene. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever had.
“Levi…”
“Shh.” He licks me again, circling my clit. “Let me feast on this fucking perfect pussy.”
I grip the sheets, my hips lifting off the bed. He’s fucking relentless. Licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue. And when he slides two long, thick fingers inside me and curls them against my g-spot, I fucking scream.
“That’s it.” He pumps his fingers while his tongue works my clit. “Let me hear you.” The vibrations of his rumbly voice taking everything to a whole different level.
“Please!” I’m babbling, pulling at his hair. “Please, baby, I need…”
“What do you need, Madam President?”
A chuckle escapes me. “You, asshole. I need… you!”
“You wanna come again?” The devilish man asks between swirls of his wicked tongue.
“Yes!” I yell, voice hoarse.
“How do you ask, sweetheart?”
I whine. “Please. Please, Coach, make me come.”
He chuckles. “Good girl.”
Then he sucks my clit hard, curls his fingers, and I fucking explode.
* * *
By the time we collapse on the bed, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I had.
With his mouth, his fingers, his cock. And that one time he just played with my breasts until I came.
Sucking on my nipples, biting the full, soft flesh, twisting, pinching…
He’s like a man possessed, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of me until I’m limp and trembling and completely wrecked.
And he’s hard again…
“How…” I stare at his cock, thick and ready again, blinking, eyes wide. “How is that even possible?”
“A fucking decade of buildup is how.” He grins, crawling over me.
I huff out a laugh. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He grins his rascal grin, sliding back inside me. I’m so wet, so stretched. And we both groan.
“I could stay here forever,” he pants against my lips, starting to move slow and deep.
“Levi…”
He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as his hips keep rolling. “This isn’t just sex for me. You know that, right?”
My heart swells in my chest.
I cup the side of his face, caressing his stubble. “I know, baby.”
He nods, then kisses me soft and sweet, as his big dick fills me up. “I’m falling in love with you, Lina Kane. Have been for years.”
My eyes well.
“I’m falling too, Levi Hendricks,” I whisper on his lips.
“Fuck, baby.”
He starts moving faster, deeper, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. Fucking taking all of him. Giving him all of me.
He growls against my lips.
* * *
Later, much later, we’re tangled in the sheets, sweaty and fucking wiped. Levi’s head is on my chest, my fingers in his hair. The city glitters outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite.
“I have six months left,” I say quietly.
“I know,” he replies without lifting his head, his calloused fingers still tracing circles on my bare leg.
“It’s gonna be complicated.”
“Yeah.” He lifts his head, meeting my eyes. “We’ll figure it out.”
I want to believe him. I want to trust that things will be easy from now on. Because it’s him. We’re us. But it’s so big, so good… what if we don’t make it? “What about after? When I’m no longer the President?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Then I get to wake up next to you every day.”
I smile, shaking my head. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.” He rolls on top of me, already hardening against my thigh. “I love you. You love me. Everything else is just details.”
I laugh, playfully slapping his hard chest. “I didn’t say I love you.”
He grins. “Not yet.”
I giggle. Then my guy slides inside me again, and I gasp. All thoughts of worry about our future cut short. And as he starts to move, slow and sweet, I think, Yeah. I could get used to this.