Ruthless In A Suit(13)

“Impatient?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“You have no idea,” I moan. His pants drop to the floor, and he quickly kicks off his boots and jeans until he’s completely naked, not a stich of boxers between us. I eye his cock, all nine inches of hardness between us. “I always did love that about you,” I purr, and then grasp him firmly in my hand.

He closes his eyes for a moment, his head falling back as he groans, then quickly recovers himself, taking control. He removes my jeans in a move so deft as to wonder if there was magic involved. And with just my lace panties between us, he hoists me up to his waist again, my legs wrapped around him, and begins the journey down the hall to his bedroom.

I can’t believe that we were actually engaged, and yet this will be the first time we’ve had sex in his bedroom. The first time in the attic was magical, despite all that came after, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it, but something about him taking me to his bed feels delicious.

I barely have time to take in the room before he’s falling onto the bed, my back landing on the down comforter with him on top of me, our bodies still entwined, his mouth covering mine. There’s no time to talk, which is fine because there’s nothing else that needs to be said right now.

There will be plenty of time later for talking.

Levi leaves my lips and begins kissing his way down the peaks and valleys of my body.

He pauses to suck each nipple into his mouth, giving my breasts firm but careful squeezes that make my toes curl.

Then he begins tracing a path lower, across my abdomen and around my navel, leaving a trail of kisses and tongue, until he’s taken the edge of my panties in his teeth. Then he hooks his thumbs in to the fabric at my hips, and just when I think he’s going to peel them down, he gives a firm, quick snap, and the fabric tears instantly. The rough groan he lets out is practically animalistic. When I glance down, I see his lips hovering just over my exposed skin. I instinctively part my legs, giving him complete access to the deepest parts of me. He blows a warm, soft breath on my damp flesh that causes me to shudder in a breath, and then, before I can brace myself or prepare, his tongue covers me, parting my lips and sucking hard. I arch my back and cry out, the sensation nearly too much. And I realize what I’m feeling in the moment is the satisfaction of a craving I’ve been trying to tamp down for months. But nothing – not food or fantasy or even my own desperate attempts – could replace what Levi Maxon can do to my body.

He sets about pleasuring me like he’s on a mission, and I quickly give myself over to him, letting his tongue and lips guide my movements. I’m not sure if it’s minutes or hours that pass, because I’ve lost all sense of time. My orgasm feels like it’s been building for a lifetime, and as the tension coils within me, he slips first one, then two fingers inside me.

“I’m coming,” I manage to shudder out, but he doesn’t need to hear it. He knows my body. He can feel it responding to his every move, his every whim. He’s in absolute control of me, and with a flick of his tongue, he brings me over the edge until I’m bucking against his lips and crying out with the explosion. He guides me over and down, using his tongue to bring me back to earth, then planting soft, delicate kisses on my clit and inner thighs. He stays with me throughout the entire ride, never leaving me, always guiding me.

When my heaving breaths begin to slow, I know what I want. Now it’s my turn to take. Or at least to demand.

“I want you,” I say, my eyes locking on his. The raw desire between us feels like a living thing, one that should probably be tamed, though we won’t take the time to do it. Wild is better, at least with Levi. “I want you now. Fuck me now.”

And then he’s sliding up the length of my body with ease and grace.

I feel the head of his cock brush up against my clit, making me gasp in pleasure and beg for him once more. Then he’s poised right at my opening, and just when I’m about to grind into him, forcing him to please god hurry up and get inside me, he drags the head of his cock from my clit down to my cave and slides in. The full length of him in one delicious movement, and between the wetness of my orgasm and my raw desire for him, I accept every inch of him readily. I see every muscle in his body tense and shudder with the sensation of being inside me, which is a perfect visual representation of how I feel in this moment. He pauses, completely inside of me. He gazes down at me, our eyes locking. “I never stopped loving you,” he says. “And I never will.”

The entire world seems to crack open in that moment. Or maybe it disappears. I can’t tell. All I know is that right now every part of me feels that love from every part of him.