Levi
Forty-One
Oakley is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The taste of her alone is enough to send my senses into overdrive.
All I want to do right now, despite my painfully hard cock begging for attention, is lower to my knees and have my fill of her.
Her legs shake from where she’s still spread out on the counter, and we both struggle to catch our breath, but I’m far from through with her.
Her eyes are hooded as I help her off the counter, desire and shock swirling in those blue-gray irises.
She looks like a goddess, her blonde hair wild where it falls over her shoulders and down her back.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, she reaches for me, and it takes everything in me not to hike her leg up around my waist, free my aching cock, and plunge into her in one brutal thrust.
She grips my shoulders and throws herself against my chest, reaching up on her toes to slam her mouth against mine, gripping the nape of my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair.
The bite of pain when she tugs on the strands rips a low growl of approval from my throat.
I love that she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
I grip her silky locks in my fist and fight her tongue for dominance, both of us moaning into the other’s mouth as we devour, stumbling backwards towards the living room.
I should take her to my bed, but with how fevered the two of us are right now, there is no way we’re going to make it up the stairs.
I’d probably end up fucking her right there on the stairs, rutting into her like an animal.
The idea doesn’t sound half bad, but the least I can do is give her a comfortable place to lay down for the first time.
There will be plenty of time for savagery later.
Oakley turns to me in front of the couch with a fire burning in her eyes that bleeds onto her cheeks and neck, painting them in a tantalizing pink glow.
I hold her stare as I lift my shirt over my head, reaching over my shoulder to drag it up and off with one hand before dropping it to the floor.
Her eyes widen at the expanse of skin and muscle.
I pause for a moment, loving how she takes me in appreciatively, her fingers twitching at her sides like she’s stopping herself from reaching out and touching me.
Don’t fight it, darlin’.
My pants come off next, the clang of my belt buckle punctuating the tension-laced air between us. I let them fall, stepping out of them as gracefully as I can. Her chest heaves with the force of her ragged breathing.
We stand there staring at each other, a cord pulled taut between us as the electricity of our attraction dances down the line. She’s completely bared to me, and the sight of her so confident and unashamed nearly brings me to my knees.
I’ve never yearned for a woman the way I yearn for her. She is my undoing, and I will gladly lay the pieces of myself at her feet.
Slowly, she steps towards me, drawing that thread even tighter.
Each unhurried step forward sends a pulse straight to my cock as it twitches in my boxers.
Already hard and aching for her, a drop of precum leaks from the tip, soaking the fabric.
I want to reach out and grab her, push her down on the couch and sink into her.
To claim her the way I’ve been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on her.
But I don’t, not yet, and I have to say, I’m proud of the restraint I’m barely hanging on to.
When she reaches me, she drags her nails teasingly down both sides of my chest, studying the thin red lines she leaves behind as she marks me. Something feral rises up in me, and I grind my teeth to keep from pulling her to me.
This isn’t something I want to rush. I know that every single moment of this delayed gratification has the power to break us apart beautifully once we finally come together, and I want her to be the one to dictate it.
I am at her mercy, at her utter command, and I will wait patiently for what I know we are both desperate for.
“It seems we’re a bit uneven,” she murmurs, her gaze finally flicking back up to mine.
Confusion furrows my brow. “How so?” My voice is a hoarse whisper, my throat dry with anticipation even as her taste still lingers on my tongue.
Her hands lower, fingers playing with the waistband of my boxers, and I swallow hard.
Each brush of her fingertips against my bare skin sends chills skittering over me.
Her swollen lips tip up in a sultry smirk, as she flattens her hands against my chest before she playfully shoves me backwards.
I land on the couch with a huff, surprised eyes flashing up to hers from where she stands naked above me.
She looks like an absolute goddess like this, breasts heavy, nipples pebbled in desire, and the promise of sweet oblivion hidden in the shadow between her thighs.
I’m transfixed as she lowers to her knees before me, those fingers tugging at my waistband, and I lift, letting her pull my boxers away along with the last shred of my sanity.
My cock stands thick and proud between us, another bead of precum leaking from the tip, and it jerks when she lowers her eyes and swipes a tongue over her bottom lip as she takes me in.
Her pupils blow wide as I grip the base and firmly stroke my hand up my length.
I mentally catalog every single one of her reactions.
The way her pulse flutters in her neck. The way her fingers twitch as they reach for me.
The way her lips part as she exhales a warm breath over me.
I’m hanging on every single moment, waiting with bated breath and a pounding heart to see what she does next.
I don’t have to wait long because, in the next moment, she leans forward and swipes her tongue along my tip, right over that little bead of arousal, and fuck, her tongue is so soft, so warm, that I nearly combust right then and there.
She does it again, grey eyes flicking up to me before she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks me into her mouth.
Surprise at her brazen ministrations only serves to add fuel to the fire of my arousal.
My cock is so unbelievably hard, that only the soothing caress of her tongue can stem the inferno.
Molten fire licks at my nerve endings when she groans around me, the sound vibrating up and down my length as she finds her rhythm, taking me deeper and deeper with each pull of her mouth.
I pull her hair back from her face, needing to see those gorgeous eyes as she takes me in.
Gathering it in one hand, I grip it tight, but not enough to pull, just enough to guide her mouth over me in slow strokes.
Her tongue flicks over the head, then flattens along the underside of my shaft on each descent, running obsessively over the thick vein like she’s memorizing me.
She feels so fucking good like this, and I’m only a few drags away from completely embarrassing myself.
I groan, deep and guttural, when I hit the back of her throat.
She gags around me, her throat tightening in a way that has me seeing stars while she squirms on her knees, clenching her thighs in an attempt to get even the tiniest bit of friction.
I can’t wait any longer.
I need to be inside her. Need to feel her tight pussy stretching around me.
I gently guide her off of me, my cock springing free from her lips with a pop. The sexiest smirk tilts her lips. She looks up at me like she’s waiting for my next command.
How the hell does she manage to take what she wants, yet still look every bit the little submissive?
My hand still in her hair, I tilt her head back, her neck arching as she looks up at me.
And then she licks those fucking lips, and my tether snaps.
I pull her up roughly before spinning us and laying her down on the couch.
I want to bend her over, take her from behind, but I need to watch my cock stretch and fill her.
Need to watch the pleasure contort her features into a mask of agonizing bliss.
I settle between her thighs, placing one hand on the armrest above her head while using the other to grip my cock.
Her legs fall open in invitation, and the sight of her glistening pussy fills me with the same awe I feel every time I catch a glimpse of the mountain ranges when I emerge at the end of a trail.
“Condom?” I ask, pausing to make sure she’s comfortable with the turn this is taking. It’s been forever since I hooked up with a woman, but I’ve always used protection. This time, though, is different.
Oakley is different.
She shakes her head vehemently. “I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
“I want to feel you with nothing between us. Please, Levi,” she whines, and I return my attention to her aching center.
“You’re dripping for me,” I tell her, running my cock through her slickness and massaging her swollen bud.
She moans and writhes under me and, fuck, I could watch her like this all day.
“Please,” she begs as she shimmies her hips in response. Her movements are jerky, wanton, but mine are slow and controlled as I tease the head of my cock at her entrance, pushing in ever so slightly before withdrawing and circling her clit, only to repeat the motion.
“Please, what, baby?” I taunt.
“I need you inside me, please.”
Yeah, I could get used to the sound of her begging, but I don’t have nearly enough restraint to deny her any longer.