Page 15 of Defended By the Lumberjack
Levi nips my lower lip and growls as he looks me in the eyes.
"Twice," he says definitively. "At least."
His pace picks up, making quick work of the remaining stairs and dropping me on a king size bed inside a large master suite at the top of the stairs.
As Levi stands back, staring down at me with a grin, while he begins unbuttoning his shirt. I scramble up to my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed till he's within reach.
We've both had a stressful day, and Levi's not the only one feeling anxious to work out the tension.
"What do you think you're doing, baby?"
He looks down at me, watching me release the buckle on his belt and pull his hard length free as his jeans and briefs slide down his muscled thighs.
I wrap one hand around him and feel the way he surges in my grip. Then I settle into a good position at the end of the mattress, pulling Levi closer till my open knees rest beside his legs, and gingerly press my lips to the weeping head of his cock.
Levi gasps above me as I slide him into my mouth. His hands fall into my hair, pulling out the remaining pins I hadn't found yet, and then combing his fingers through for a grip around my head that's both firm and still tender.
His gasp turns to a guttural moan. His hips thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag lightly.
My fist curls around the base of him, giving me leverage to control his movements better.
"Fuck, July, baby." Levi's voice is rough between hard breaths, his hands tightening around my head. I can feel the controlled strength in his grip, like he's fighting to keep his hold loose enough to let me choose my own pace.
I appreciate not getting choked to death on his monster dick, but above me, Levi's strangled voice sounds like a man on the edge of losing control.
"You look fucking incredible with my cock down your throat, baby."
I love the empowerment of this feeling. I experiment with a tighter grip and feel another surge against my hand, like he could possibly grow any larger.
Levi's hums, a wicked noise that sounds like he's fighting for patience.
I don't want him to be patient, I want to feel him come completely undone for me. I want to do to him what he did to me.
Working to remember every description I've read or heard from girlfriends, I slip one hand underneath him, cupping his heavy balls while my other hand works the length of him in firm strokes that follow my mouth.
Levi's knees buckle, hitting the end of the bed. All that patience he'd managed to command, lost as I gently experiment with stroking the delicate skin of his sack and lightly tugging in combination with tonguing the vein just below the ridge of his cockhead.
Mission accomplished.
Levi
As soon as she puts her hand on my balls I know it's over. The rhythm we've found that let me hover on the edge and just enjoy the feel of July's mouth working its magic is shattered.
I can't even get out words to warn her before I'm exploding.
July doesn't let go of me, even as I empty ropes of hot cum into her mouth. Her little fist continues to stoke me from root to tip and the sensation of her throat working to swallow what I give her only makes my body give her more.
Finally, there's nothing left between us but my ragged breathing and July releases me to let me fall onto the mattress beside her.
"Damn, woman." I reach for her, pulling her up to me and holding her close enough to let her feel the harsh thud of my heartbeat.
July smiles against my chest, her fingers drawing through the hair and down my side.
I'm not as young as I used to be, I expect I'm going to need some recovery time, which I put to good use.
By the time July's sweet juices are coating my beard, I'm already impossibly hard for her again.
"What was that for?" July asks, her breathless voice hitching between a sigh and a giggle while I lazily tongue her still-sensitive clit.
