I have long legs, but I could barely keep up with Levi as he pulled me through the restaurant, out the door, and down the street. He drove home with one hand on the wheel, the other on my inner thigh, and I stroked him through his jeans, hardly able to sit still, every cell in my body radiating with desire.
The ride seemed to take forever, every stop sign a purgatory, every red light a hell. Finally we reached my building, and both of us unbuckled our seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and raced up the walk in five seconds flat. As I unlocked my front door, Levi stood behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, one hand sliding up to cover a breast, the other snaking down beneath the hem of my skirt. His mouth was hot on my neck as he pulled me back against him, his cock hard against my tailbone.
“Oh God,” I panted as his fingers edged my panties aside and dipped inside me. “I can’t concentrate. I can’t get the door open.”
“Do it,” he ordered, “or I’m going to fuck you right here against your front door and I won’t care who sees.”
Finally, I got the right key and managed to turn it. As soon as we were inside the hallway, Levi pushed me back against the door, dragging my skirt up to my waist. My purse and keys hit the floor, and so did his jacket. He crushed his mouth to mine as his hand slid inside my black lace panties and my fingers frantically tore at the buttons on his shirt.
“I fucking love how wet you are,” he said, plunging one finger inside me, then two. He pushed them in deep. “I want my cock right there. I want to bury myself inside you so deep it hurts, just the way you like it.”
“I want it,” I hissed, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuckling his belt. “Now.” But before I could unzip his pants and get my hands on him, he dropped to his knees in front of me and fastened his mouth on my * through the lace, and I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair.
When my panties were thoroughly soaked inside and out, he yanked them down my legs and off my feet. Then he put his mouth on me again, the flat of his tongue stroking my clit as his fingers slid inside me.
“Levi, please,” I begged. “I want you inside me. I want your cock.”
“Not until you come like this.” I felt his breath on me and then a few light flicks with the tip of his tongue. “Then you can have all the cock you want.”
Two minutes later, I was screaming his name, my hands clutching his hair, my head thumping back against the door as my clit throbbed against his tongue. I barely had time to catch my breath before he stood up and whipped my top over my head, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders.
He left the red heels on.
Our mouths hot and panting against each other’s, we tore at his clothing until my hallway was littered with every stitch he’d been wearing tonight. I watched him roll on the condom before turning around and bracing two hands against the door. “Like this,” I whispered. “Like the first time.”
He stood behind me, teasing my ass with the head of his dick. “The only thing that will be like the first time is the way we’re standing. Everything else will be much, much better. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me, and let me show you how.”
I opened my legs wider for him and held my breath as he slid inside me, so deep he pushed me up onto my toes. “Yes,” I whispered as he reached around and rubbed my clit with his fingertips, not too hard or fast, but in steady, rhythmic circles that made me sigh. His other hand moved up my stomach to cover one breast, my nipple hard against his palm.
“I fucking love it when you beg for my cock. It makes this moment, when I first get inside you, that much sweeter.” Buried deep, he held himself there and kissed the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His mouth traveled down one shoulder, and I turned my head to meet his lips with mine. Our kiss was languid and sensual, our mouths soft, tongues searching.
He began to rock into me, slow and deep, his fingers between my legs moving a little faster, pressing a little firmer. “I want this all the fucking time, Jillian. I want my mouth on you, my hands on you. I want my cock inside you, making you come. It makes me feel so fucking good.”
“I love it,” I said on a sigh. “I love what you do to me.” And I love that being inside me is your respite from everything, your sanctuary.
He teased my nipple with his fingers, sending sparks of lust straight to my core, and I felt him grow even thicker inside me. “Fuck, I get so hard for you.”
“I feel it,” I said, wincing as he thrust harder, went deeper. “And I think about it—all the time.”
“You think about my hard cock all the time?” He stopped moving for a second. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”