He gave his cock a slow stroke, looking down at himself, then back at her.
“You like my dick.”
“Yes.”
“You want it inside you.”
“Yes.”
“Did you miss fucking me this week?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“Me too, baby. But you were still here nearly every night.”
“Y-yes.”
He smiled. “Roll over.”
She swallowed and complied.
“Hands and knees,” he instructed. “With that sweet ass up in the air. Arch your back…like that, yeah…Christ.” He groaned again. “So fucking sweet, those plump, pink lips. And your pretty asshole.”
Her inner muscles were clenching and unclenching with lust, and when he said that last bit, fire burst in her belly.
“I wanna fuck your ass,” he murmured. “What do you think of that, baby?”
She bit her lip and lowered her face to the bed, on her elbows. “N-not sure. It sounds hot.”
“It could be. Very hot. I’d be careful with you. Take it slow and easy. Now turn onto your back again and spread those legs.”
She rolled over and settled into position, her pussy pulsing with need. Oh my God. Anal sex. He was so dirty. And she frickin’ loved it.
Her skin burned everywhere as her fingers found her clit again. She watched Levi again between her knees, relaxed in the chair, jacking off with slow strokes, his body so beautiful, big, lean enough to show off carved muscles in his legs and abs and shoulders.
“That’s it. Play with that little clit. Make yourself come.”
Sensation built, that buzz of pleasure. She’d been so close, all along. Her ass tightened, inner muscles clenched, and she let it build, higher. Her eyes fell closed and her head pushed back into the pillows. It ripped over her, fire burning over her clit as it swelled and pulsed beneath her fingertip.
“Beautiful,” Levi said. “So goddamn hot.”
She dragged air into her lungs. Limp and quivering, she opened her eyes. What was going to happen next? Would he fuck her? Or…
His hand moved faster on his shaft, his wrist circling as he stroked up over the head and back down, and that was so sexy.
“Watch me,” he directed her.
“I am.” She couldn’t look away. It was dirty. And hot.
He cupped his balls with his other hand, the tempo of his strokes increasing again. His thighs clenched and unclenched, his hips moving as he fucked his hand. His breathing went choppy and harsh noises escaped his lips. His eyelids fell closed and she watched in fascination as he came, thick white semen spilling over his hand, onto his belly, his palm squeezing out more in slow, tight pulls.
She quivered everywhere at the carnal beauty of it. She sighed. “Oh, Levi.”
For a few moments, he didn’t move. Eyes closed, he gave a slow smile, head resting on the back of the chair. His chest rose and fell with rapid respirations. “Hell,” he muttered. “Gonna have to shower.” He didn’t move for a few minutes, then slowly straightened. “Come on. Shower with me.”
“I don’t need a shower.”
“No, you don’t. But I’m gonna wash you up and get you all clean for what I want to do to you next.”
More heat flashed through her veins. She rolled off the bed and followed him into the bathroom. Glass doors enclosed the bath/shower and he turned on the water, stepped in then held out a hand to help her step over the side of the tub. She slid the door closed and steam rose around them.
He faced the water and rinsed off, then turned and pulled her up against him. He looked down at her. “That was fucking hot, Sloane.”
She nodded.
He kissed her, long and sweet, licking and sucking at her mouth. Then he grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed some into his hand. He ran his hands over her, getting her all sudsy, her front, her pussy, then he turned her and his soapy fingers slipped between her butt cheeks and rubbed there. Her glutes clenched at that foreign touch, sensation spreading in waves through her body. One finger circled her back entrance, probed lightly, just barely entering her, then slipped back out. She groaned.
He kissed her bare shoulder then stepped back and reached for the bottle again. When he’d washed himself, he cranked off the water and pulled the glass door open. He grabbed a thick towel, and the careful, attentive way he dried her off made her heart flutter. Then he gave her a tap on the ass and said, “Go get into bed.”
“I need to brush my hair.” It had gotten damp, mostly the ends.