“Okay,” she whispered, dropping her arms to the sides, revealing herself completely.
“There she is.” I pecked her lips and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You’re gorgeous, Levee. Even more right now than when you’re on the cover of a magazine trying to be.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she tried to fight back unshed emotion.
Even that battle was beautiful.
Several seconds later, a laugh bubbled from her chest. “That was some serious cheese dickery, Sam.”
I smiled down at her. It really was. “It was also the truth.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She shrugged. “But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” Her teasing gaze faded away as desire once again filled her eyes, which sent blood sprinting back to my cock. “No more talking. Touch me, Sam.” She took my mouth and tried to lead my hand back between her legs, complaining as I resisted.
“Shhh,” I urged between kisses.
She grumbled in frustration, “I need—”
I cut her off. Using her wrist, I guided her hand down to my denim-covered cock. “Me. You need me.”
I only knew because I needed her.
And, as her face softened, the truth tumbled from her mouth. “I really do.”
“Then take it.”
It was just that simple. I was there to be with her. She could have me in any and every way she wanted.
Without another word, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping it possessively around my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
It was promptly followed by a curse of her own when her palm made contact with the metal of my apadravya.
I hadn’t even caught my breath as her mouth collided with mine. Her hand continuously worked my cock—her thumb rolling over the metal at the tip with every upstroke. It wasn’t long before a familiar sensation formed in my balls—entirely too soon.
“Levee, wait.”
The words had barely cleared my lips when she pushed me off-balance and onto the bed beside her. In only a pair of panties, Levee climbed off the bed without even releasing her grip on my cock.
“Up,” she ordered, standing between my legs.
“Up what?” I asked, shocked by our sudden role reversal.
I attempted to sit up only to be forced back down. Her hand fell away to shimmy the denim off my hips.
“Toe your shoes off,” she ordered.
This bossy side of Levee took me aback, but she was almost naked…trying to get me naked.
I did as I’d been told.
Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all lying on the floor at her feet.
“God, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.
“Wait.” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a… Fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.
“I… Fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”
“So fucking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.
She could officially go first.
I continued to fire off cuss words and random thoughts as she stroked and licked my shaft, teasing the barbell that ran vertically through the head. When she finally slid my cock to the back of her throat, I came unglued.
“Shit, woman.” I threaded a hand into her hair, attempting to pull her up.
Levee wasn’t done yet.
But I was.
Tucking my hands under her arms, I dragged her onto the bed.
“Sam!” she squealed.