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“Not too tired to fuck you good and proper.” His eyes are hot as they rake over my body in my bra, panties, and boots. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re the hottest little thing to ever walk the earth. How the fuck did someone like you happen to this shitty, goddamn planet?”
I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor. My pussy is already fluttering in anticipation, but I’m inexplicably touched by the gruff, muttered words.
“Take off all of it.” He’s watching every move I make. After I shimmy out of my panties, he adds, “You can leave the boots on.”
Despite Levi’s declaration about fucking me good and proper, he actually is incredibly tired, and he doesn’t have as much stamina as normal. He doesn’t last long enough for me to come from penetration, but I don’t mind. Whenever that happens, he always takes care of me afterward with his hand.
Today he has me grab my knees while he fucks me hard and fast with three fingers. I come twice—really good ones—but when he asks me if I want more, I can’t help but gasp out, “Yes. Yes, Levi. I need it.”
So he keeps thrusting his fingers in my pussy. I’m so wet it feels like it’s everywhere, and the sound his pumping makes inside me is decidedly crude. But I don’t care. Levi is as naked as I am, and he’s bending over me, gripping the headboard with one hand and fucking me with the other.
And I’m definitely going to come again.
As the weeks have passed, Levi has gotten increasingly vocal in bed. He’s not loud. Even I, who have always been fairly quiet, am usually louder than he is. But he likes to talk more during sex than he ever does outside the bedroom. And the more he talks, the hotter I get.
“Get your knees farther up, girl. There you go. You really love showin’ me your sweet pussy, don’tcha?”
I whimper out some sort of response as my body tightens in preparation for another release. My hair is all over my face, sticking to my damp skin, and I’m digging my fingernails into my own knees.
“Didn’t hear you.” He slows down the speed of his thrusting hand.
“I said yes!” I burst out, trying to grind my pelvis against his hand. “I love showing it to you. I love… I love…”
“What do you love, sweetheart?”
My orgasm breaks just then, and I let out a long, shaky moan as I rock through the waves of pleasure. My pussy clamps down around his fingers, and he keeps pushing through the contractions until they’ve finally worked their way through me.
I’m struggling for breath as I come down. Levi gently withdraws his hand and helps me straighten my legs. Then helies down beside me and pulls me over into the loose circle of his arm.
Nuzzling his chest, I catch my breath and cool down.
After a while, I press a kiss just to the side of one of his nipples. “That was really good.”
“Yeah, it was.” It sounds like he’s smiling, but when I check his face, he’s not. At least his mouth isn’t.
His eyes definitely are.
“I’m glad you’re back,” I tell him even though the admission feels like a risk.
“Me too.” He tilts his head enough to brush a kiss into my hair. “I missed my girl.”
I’m smiling as I close my eyes.
We both take naps, but I wake up before Levi does. Leaving him sleeping because he needs the rest, I put my clothes back on and run downstairs to clean up more and go to the bathroom.
Then I return to our room and read in bed since it’s another hour and a half before dinner.
He wakes up on his own after an hour longer, smacking his lips and turning his head to blink at me.
“Hi,” I say brightly. “You had such a nice little nap.”
He makes a growly sound as I knew he would.
I’m laughing as he yanks the book out of my hands and tosses it onto the floor before he drags me over so I’m lying on top of him.
“Hi,” I say again.
“Hi.”
