4. Violeta #2
Programmers and coders made good money, but it did not prepare me for the amazing home Levi had. He had a fucking view of the Eiffel Tower.
“Damn, Levi, you're making me really reconsider moving to Paris if they pay you this well,” I said, admiring everything about his place and it surprisingly wasn’t messy.
“I’d like to say that it’s all mine, but my best friend lives here,” he said, grabbing a bottle of wine from a very impressive wine fridge. “We travel a lot and owning a home where we visit frequently works out for both of us.”
“Damn, what does your friend do?”
“He’s a lawyer who works for his family, but takes on cases here and there,” he said, opening the wine bottle with ease.
“Damn, so I gotta be a computer science genius and a lawyer to afford something this nice,” I said, sitting at their island.
He laughed. “Or you could date someone that has a nice house so you can reap the benefits.”
“Nah, why reap the benefits when I could just have it myself,” I said, testing him a little. “Decorate it exactly like I want to.”
“Then I guess I have to ask, can I come over?” he said, pouring a glass of wine and sliding it to me.
“Only if you promise to take me to another library,” I said, before taking a sip of my wine.
He poured himself a glass of wine, watching me with those intense eyes. He corked the wine bottle, putting it back into the fridge, still watching me as he rounded the island standing in front of me.
“I’ll take you to every library in the world if you like,” he said, leaning closer.
Goddamn.
I leaned up towards him and he closed the distance between our lips.
It was soft and tentative at first, exploring the unknown and testing the waters.
I licked his lips, whimpering for entrance when he opened his mouth, threading his hand through my hair, adjusting me so he could kiss me more deeply.
He groaned into the kiss, the sexy sound made my stomach clench in arousal, desperate for more. I hooked my finger in his jean belt loops, tugging him closer, fitting him in between my legs, his hardness very evident.
“Levi,” I gasped, as he left small kisses along my jaw going down my neck, sucking softly on the sensitive part of my neck made me tighten my legs around him.
Levi stopped his kisses, leaning his forehead against my shoulder. I kissed his temple, wondering what happened.
“Movie?” he said a little out of breath.
“Netflix and chill, but straight to the chill,” I said, taking his earlobe, sucking on it and nipping at it.
“Yes,” he moaned, sliding his hands under my ass and lifting me.
“Oh!” I yelled, startled as he picked me up.
I held onto him tightly, worried my large ass would be too much for him. He walked the apartment with ease like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. It was hot when he opened a door to a large room, carrying me with one hand.
A little part of me hoped he would throw me on the bed and ravage me, but that didn’t feel like a Levi move. He lowered me onto the bed gently, staying between my legs as he kissed me again. I moaned as he lowered his body to mine, his pelvis perfectly against mine and he rocked.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, as his cock ground against me at the perfect spot.
His hard cock rubbed against my pussy, making me delirious and finding it hard to keep kissing him.
I cried out as the pleasure increased. No man had ever made me feel this way from kissing and grinding like teenagers.
My entire body was buzzing with pleasure, lifting my hips to meet his, intensifying the need to come.
“Can…Can I touch you?” he moaned against my neck.
“Please,” I whimpered. “T-touch me. I need it.”
“Fuck,” he growled, trailing his hand down my neck, cupping my breast.
The sounds he made were so fucking sexy as he explored my body. I expected him to unbutton my pants, rub my pussy, but he rubbed me over my pants. At first I was disappointed, but that quickly faded when he kissed my neck, expertly rubbing me in the right spot.
“Holy shit,” I grabbed his arm, thrusting up to it.
“So, fucking sexy,” he murmured.
My body sang for him as he played my body like an instrument he was very familiar with.
Everything felt overwhelming in the best way and just when I didn’t think it could get any better I peaked.
My orgasm shot through me making me cry out into Levi’s mouth.
He kissed me hard, tongue brushing against my own as he rocked into my hip.
I gathered enough brain cells to cup his cock through his jeans to rub him, wanting to return the favor when he trembled against me, pulling his head back to groan deeply. I worked him through his sexy as hell orgasm, wishing we had done more, but more satisfied than I had ever been.
“Fuck, I can’t believe—”
I kissed him softly. “That was hot, Levi.”
“Movie and we try again in a bit?” He pushed himself up with a blush rising from his neck.
“Hell yeah, but after you show me your setup,” I said, missing his weight as he got up from me.
“Ok… but give me a minute to clean up.” He bit his lip, embarrassed.
I cupped his face, turning it to me.
“Sexy as hell,” I said against his lips.
“Yeah, you are,” he said, kissing me back.
Who knew this nerdy man would give me what I needed without taking any of my clothes off.
If I lived in Paris, Levi seemed like just the man I’d want to date, but dating wasn’t an option.
I was only at the beginning of my trip and I wasn’t going to stop having fun because I was finally realizing what life could be like without feeling like I was going to disappoint someone.