Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
THAT NIGHT
We arrive at the guest house about ten minutes later, Levi having taken his time on the four-wheeler, unlike Stevie, to let me take in more of my surroundings. The guest house is much like the main house, but smaller without a wraparound porch.
“Welcome to our home for the next few days,” he says as he rolls to a stop a few feet away from the front steps.
He climbs off and reaches over, looping his arm under my legs while his other rests on my back.
He hoists me up, causing me to chuckle and wrap my arms around his neck. “Hopefully it’ll suffice.”
Levi carries me up the front steps and pushes open the front door, taking us inside and kicking the door shut with his foot. He slowly sets me down, and my eyes scan the space.
To my left is a small sitting area with a couch, a single chair, and a coffee table in front of a fireplace.
To the right is a small kitchen. Enough counter space to cook a small meal and a moveable island that was clearly bought to add more surfaces to the kitchen.
In the corner, there’s a built-in breakfast nook against a large window.
The back wall is made of a large glass sliding door leading to a small deck off the back and beside it is a black door, presumably leading to the bedroom. I walk through the space and head toward the door, sliding it open and stepping onto the deck.
The sun has begun to set, the sky a mirage of pinks and purples making a halo behind the mountains in the distance. There’s a small stream in the backyard that’s reflecting the sky, shimmering with the light breeze.
Levi comes up behind me, his arms wrapping around my midsection, and he rests his head in the crook of my neck. He places soft kisses against my skin, and I sigh involuntarily.
“I can get used to this,” I tell him, resting my hands over the top of his. “I wouldn’t mind living here one day.”
He hums, kissing up to the sensitive spot behind my ear before whispering, “You should see the bedroom before you make that kind of claim, Lowe.”
“I don’t need to,” I whisper back, spinning around in his arms so I can face him. “Who says we were going to make it to the bedroom?”
“That greedy, huh?” He presses his lips to my forehead, then down my cheeks, and either side of my lips.
I shrug. “I guess I just want to see if you can get me off. You know, since you failed last time.”
A surprised laugh escapes me as he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he holds me under my thighs. He turns and begins walking us into the house, heading straight for the built in breakfast nook and setting me down on the table.
“Last time I checked, I was interrupted. I wouldn’t call that a failure.” Levi slowly sinks to his knees in front of me, slipping my shoes off my feet and my eyebrows shoot up. “But I’m not one to leave things unfinished.”
“Levi.” I lean forward as he looks up at me, his eyes hooded with promise. “Is this really a good idea?”
He hums, fingers ghosting over my thighs and stopping at the button of my jeans, his head tilting to the side as he flicks it open. “I’m not sure what you mean, Lowe. This is a table, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m skipping straight to my dessert.”
My breath hitches as his fingers hook in my belt loops, and I lean back on my elbows so I can lift my hips.
Levi slowly drags my jeans off, leaving kisses along the inside of my thighs and calves as he does.
Once he gets them off my ankles, he tosses them to the side and repositions between my legs.
“Take off your shirt, baby,” he demands with a whisper, his fingers digging into the skin at my hips. “Let me see that beautiful body.”
I waste no time in sitting back up, gripping the bottom of my plain white tee and pulling it up and over my head.
Tossing it in the general direction of where he threw my jeans, I lean back on my elbows.
Levi’s eyes land on the c-section scar on my stomach before he leans up and places a gentle kiss over it.
“God, you’re perfect.” His left hand leaves my hip and slowly drifts up my stomach to my chest, tracing the outline of my bra before his palm flattens over my collarbones. “Now, lean back, Lowe. I fear I’m a man starved, and only you can save me.”
A groan slips past my lips as I do as he says, laying myself flat on the kitchen table. Levi hooks his fingers in my underwear, slowly lowering them down my legs. Once they’re off and I’m exposed to him, a groan of his own reaches my ears.
“Jesus, Lowe.” His voice is strained, the sound turning me on even more.
“Look at the pretty pussy.” The ache between my legs grows exponentially and I try to squeeze my thighs together, but Levi digs his fingers in, keeping them open.
“I don’t think so. The only way your thighs are going to close is if they’re squeezing my head. ”
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my head rolling to one side on the table as my back arches at his words.
Levi chuckles before readjusting my legs, resting them on his shoulders as he places open mouth kisses on my thighs, moving closer and closer to where I desperately want him most.
He slowly and ever so lightly trails a finger between my folds and my eyes flutter shut.
I’m fighting every instinct within me to writhe and seek that friction, knowing that he will only tease me further if I show my desperation.
My hands fist at my sides and a soft sigh slips past my lips as he kisses my hipbone, his finger now ghosting over my clit.
“What a good girl,” he praises, applying a little more pressure to my pleasure point. My back arches off the table again when he begins to rub in circles as he says, “So patient and perfect and aching for my touch.”
“Levi,” I moan, my hips moving on their own accord, looking for more.
“I know, baby.” He slides a finger into me and my breath stutters at the feeling. Levi mimics my earlier moan, my name falling off his lips. “Fuck, Lowe, you’re so wet and tight.”
I whimper as he curls his finger and hits that most sensitive spot that causes my toes to curl. I’m panting and desperate, aching for more when he reads my mind and adds a second finger, drawing a loud moan from somewhere deep within me.
“I’d say I forgot how much you enjoy being fucked by my fingers,” he drawls as he picks up the pace, curling them even more as I wiggle on the table. “But I think we both know I’d be lying. All I see when I fist my cock in the shower is you drenching my fingers.”
His words bring that memory flashing to the forefront, and I swear I get even wetter at the image. “But do you want to know something, Lowe?” I nod, unsure if he sees me. “Do you know what I have dreamed of every night since? Use your words, baby. Do you want to know?”
“Yes,” I breathe, forcing myself up to my elbows so I can look down at him. He’s already staring at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I dream of you, in this exact position, exposed and dripping for me.” I throw my head back, my breathing more than uneven when he utters those next words. “And I’ve been desperate to find out what you taste like.”
Before I can react, his fingers promptly disappear and are immediately replaced by his tongue. A mix of a gasp and a moan slip past my lips as I fall back, my head hitting the table as his tongue runs up and down my slit and twirls around my clit.
I’m a writhing, moaning mess as his hands loop over the top of my thighs, his fingers digging in to keep me from sliding away.
With one last flick against my clit, he runs his tongue down and slips it inside of me.
I gasp and arch even more at the feeling, his warm tongue lapping up the wetness that he created.
Too blissfully unaware from the feeling of ecstasy he is giving me, I don’t notice that he removed his right hand from my thigh until I feel him slipping two fingers into me, his tongue attacking my clit as he pumps them in and out of me, hitting that spot that has me seeing stars.
“Levi,” I practically scream, my back arching off the table more than I thought possible as I feel my climax building.
“Come for me, Lowe,” he demands, his words muffled from his spot between my thighs. “Come on my fingers as I eat this sweet pussy of yours.”
His words send me over the edge, and my climax hits me at full force. A series of expletives slip off my tongue as my thighs tighten around his head, caging him in. But he doesn’t relent as he draws out my orgasm, removing his fingers to devour me with his tongue.
Once my legs loosen, he draws back and places a light kiss to my folds before gently removing my legs from his shoulders.
He slowly kisses up my stomach, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses on the valley of my breasts, up my neck, and stops when his nose presses against my own, hovering over my lips.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he tells me, his right hand resting on my hip and rubbing small circles on my skin with his thumb. His left hand comes up and cups my cheek as I try to even out my breathing. “You’re everything, Lowe.”
I blush and lift my chin up, pressing my lips against his. My arousal coats my mouth as he slips his tongue between my lips, and I moan softly at the taste. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, looping his right arm behind my back and helping me sit up.
“I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous,” he informs me, cupping the back of my neck and forcing my eyes to stay on his. “We have one more dream of mine to fulfill.”
I smile slyly as I reach a hand between us, cupping his hard dick through his jeans, and I see his jaw clench. “I think we’ve been having the same dream. Make it a reality, Levi. Take me into the bedroom and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
The moan that reverberates against my lips causes a fresh round of wetness to pool between my legs.
Levi crashes his lips against mine in a fierce kiss, his hands gripping the back of my thighs as he lifts me up.
My arms wrap tightly around his neck, burying into his hair as he carries me out of the kitchen.
My back hits the door, and he drops a hand to reach for the handle, my feet crossing at the ankles to keep me secure around him so he can push the door open. Not breaking the kiss, he walks in and kicks the door closed, walking us towards the bed.
Levi gently lays me down on the comforter, his right forearm on the bed beside my head keeping him hovering over me. I grip his hair and pull him away from me, and when his eyes open, the lust there is unmistakable. Reaching behind him, I tear at his tee, working with him to get it off.
My hands trail down his now bare chest, tracing the hard panes of his abs before drifting down to the button of his jeans.
I quickly undo the button and lean up slightly, helping him get them down his thighs so he can kick them off.
His boxers follow quickly after, and my left hand immediately grips his hard cock.
“I need to feel you,” I tell him, slowly working my hand up and down his length. “I want you inside of me.”
Lining the head of his cock up with my wet entrance, I stare into his eyes and wait for him to thrust forward. He stays where he is, eyes never leaving mine, his hands on either side of my head.
I raise a brow. “What are you waiting for? I thought you had dreamed of fucking my, what did you call it? Pretty pussy.”
Levi moves his hips ever so slightly, the head of his cock dipping into me, drawing a moan from the both of us.
He pulls himself out before thrusting forward again, this time pushing himself in a little more than before.
Growing impatient, I grip the back of his neck and rest his forehead against mine.
“I’m done waiting, Levi,” I tell him as I slowly wrap my legs around him. “I want you now.”
Pushing my heels into his ass cheeks, I lift my hips up and glide him inside of me. My pussy clenches as he fills me entirely, and my breath hitches as he groans, his cock jerking within me.
“Now,” I pant, letting my legs drop back to the bed. “Move.”
“Lowe,” he mumbles.
“I have an IUD,” I inform him as his eyes focus back on mine. “Now make love to me, Levi.”
Needing no further reassurance, his hips begin to move. He moves slowly at first, letting me acclimate to his size before he increases the speed. His eyes never leave mine as he now slams into me, my back arching and moans slipping past our lips as he hits my g-spot.
“You feel so fucking good,” he tells me, and my eyes flutter shut. “So goddamn perfect.”
“Faster, Levi,” I demand, beginning to move my hips to meet his thrusts.
He obliges, picking up the speed as my hands fist the comforter underneath me. His head buries into my neck, and he begins to kiss and bite at my skin, forcing another curse past my lips.
The sound of our skin and moans colliding fills the otherwise silent room, sweat coating both of our skins. My legs squeeze his hips as I feel another orgasm approaching. My hands wrap under his arms, nails digging roughly into his back.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I tell him, my head falling back as he bites my earlobe.
“So am I,” he breathes, his thrusts becoming a little sloppy. “Come with me, Lowe.”
This climax hits me harder than the first, my entire body shaking as I moan out his name, my legs once again tightening around him. He comes a moment later with a deep groan, his cock twitching as he spills inside of me. His thrusts slow before stopping completely, and he slowly eases out of me.
Rolling onto his back, he loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I rest my head on his shoulder, my left arm resting on his chest as he rubs his hand up and down my spine.
We lie there in silence for a few minutes until we’re no longer breathing heavy. His hand finds its way into my hair and begins to gently tease my scalp, causing a satisfied hum to escape me. He kisses my forehead and pulls his fingers through the length of my hair before repeating the motion.
“You know,” I say, breaking the silence. “I believe you promised to show me roping technique.”
Levi’s startled laugh shakes me slightly. “I didn’t think you’d go for that.”
“You haven’t even scratched the surface of all that I enjoy in the bedroom, baby.” I adjust myself so I’m on my elbow, looking down at him as I slowly trace my finger along his chest.
“Are you trying to tell me my good girl likes it rough?” I nod and his eyes fall shut briefly before reconnecting with mine. “You’ll be the end of me, Lowe.”
“Well,” I say slowly as I straddle him and slowly slide down the length of him, settling between his thighs. “Let me at least return the favor, then.”