I laughed, a little deliriously, then gasped when he jabbed into me again with even more force. “Yes. I think about how big you are, how thick, how hard. I think about the way you fuck me, how you make me come so fast, and I have to touch myself, but all I want is the real thing.”
“And I think about this sweet little *,” he whispered, rubbing my clit even harder. “The way it tastes, the way it feels, the way you get so wet for me. Every night when I’m in bed alone, I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. I fuck my hand just to relieve the tension, but it’s not nearly good enough.”
Thinking about him jerking off to me in bed at night was so hot I nearly exploded. I took my hands off the door and reached back, grabbing his neck. “This is what I want. You’re everything I want.”
His mouth was right at my ear as he thrust deep inside me. “Come for me, love. Let me feel it.”
Oh God, Levi. Call me love and I’ll do anything you say. An orgasm is the least of it.
But since you asked…
Hanging on to his neck for dear life, I arched my back as he fucked me, crying out as the climax erupted, my legs shaking and weak, my insides pulsing around him.
Afterward, I fell forward against the door, flattening my palms above my head, and he grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me hard and fast. “God, I love your back,” he said, his voice raw. “I love your arms and your neck and your ass. I love your legs—oh fuck.” He groaned as I brought my feet together, making myself tighter for him. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’m losing my fucking mind. If you knew—if you knew—” His words turned to short, snarling rasps of breath that matched the ferocity of his movement. His fingers dug into my hips as he began to moan, his body going still as his cock throbbed inside me.
“Yes. Come for me, love,” I breathed over one shoulder, repeating his words so he would know I felt what he did, so he would know he wasn’t crazy, so he’d know he wasn’t alone.
So he’d know he was enough.
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Levi used the bathroom next to my bedroom, and I threw his white shirt on and went up to the kitchen to get some water. It smelled like him, which sent a tingle up my spine, and I put my face in the collar, breathing in his scent.
While I was up there, I cleaned up a little in the guest bathroom and wondered if he wanted to come up and watch a movie or something or if he wanted to go to bed. It was only about ten-thirty, which I was both happy and sad about—it meant we still had about twelve hours, but it also meant that we only had about twelve hours. Our night together had barely gotten started and I was already sorry it had to end. When could we do this again? Would it be another week? Longer? He probably couldn’t ask his sister to take Scotty overnight that often.
The difficulties in dating a single father were suddenly even more real.
Don’t ask. Don’t say anything. He feels bad enough about that. He’ll think he’s disappointing you.
Levi came up the stairs wearing just his jeans as I was pulling two bottles of water from the fridge. His bare chest and tousled hair and handsome face made the butterflies in my stomach start up again, and I smiled as I handed him a water. “I like seeing you here.”
He smiled. “I like seeing you in my shirt.”
“I love it. It smells like you.” I sniffed the collar again. “Would it be too adolescent of me to ask you if I can keep it to sleep with?”
He laughed as he uncapped the water. “Then I’m keeping your underwear that’s on the floor down there.”
I giggled and swallowed half the bottle of water. “What would you like to do? Watch a movie or something?”
“I’m fine with anything.” He tipped back the water and drank as much as I had.
“Did you check in with your sister? Everything OK?”
“I did, and no message. I assume everything is fine.” Worry creased his forehead. “It was sort of…a rough week at school.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He didn’t look entirely pleased that his sister hadn’t let him know how things were going. “If you want to call her, it’s OK.”
He put the cap on the bottle and set it down. “Come here.” I set my water aside too, and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and leaning back against the counter. “Part of me does want to call her, but another part says to leave him be. If there was a problem, she’d call. I want tonight to be about you.”
I hugged his torso, pressing close. In our bare feet, the top of my head nestled under his chin. “It’s not just about me. It’s about us.”
He kissed my head. “It is about us. We need this.”