Page 47 of The Marriage Deal
His gaze hardened.That's when I realized I was still sitting on his lap. He felt comfortable. Too comfortable. I twisted, and he groaned. Somewhere along the line, the mood had shifted. His gaze held mine in a chokehold. His hands were on my waist, dangerously close to my butt. I rarely wear dresses, but today I had chosen a blue and white polka dot short flare dress that was perfectly appropriate for the office, but had now hiked up halfway up my thighs. It was better I get off, I thought, even though I didn't want to. But when I tried to do so, he clasped me. "Don't you want me to get off?" Why was I whispering?
"Stay where you are." His voice was gruff. Filled with a yearning that matched my own. I shifted slightly and felt his hardening cock riding my butt. Fuck. My hand went to his neck, slowly caressing it, tracing the small bead of sweat falling down to his chest."What are you doing?" His voice was even more strained than before.
My gaze darted back to his. "Nothing." I traced another bead of sweat. Levi sucked in his breath. I smiled to myself.
"If you don't—"
He never finished the sentence. I kissed his neck, rendering him speechless. Sucking in his skin, kissing his cheek and then I placed my lips on his and he received them with the hunger he always has for me. He grabbed my head, drawing me closer to him as if it were possible because I was already plastered against his body. He devoured me, kissing me like there was notomorrow. The fire that had been simmering between us, that we kept at bay for so long, consumed us both. I could no longer deny myself what I truly wanted. And coming to that realization only made me that much more eager for him. For this.
Levi's hands roamed my body. They were everywhere. My neck, my back, my breasts, my thighs. Squeezing my thighs and lifting them so I was fully straddling him. In this position, I could grind my pussy against his cock. My panties and his pants, a barrier I wanted gone. My hands slid down his white shirt and tucked it out of his pants and began working on the buttons, while his went to the zipper of my dress and he slid it down until the shoulder straps dropped to my arms. He pushed it down just as I removed his shirt and frantically tossed it to the side.
He claimed my breast and sucked on it while playing with the other. I writhed and moaned against his hardening cock, my hands caressing his hair. Then suddenly he got up, placed me on his desk, placed his laptop on his chair and threw everything else off the desk. He took a condom from his drawer and threw it on the table next to me. My hand grazed his chest. His slight tremble making me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. Levi's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress to my waist and drew me forward by my legs until my center hit his. Then he took hold of my chin and gave me a kiss so sweet it turned my insides out.
"Do you have any idea how much I dreamed of this?" he whispered against my lips. "I've twisted and turned so many nights knowing you're a room away and not being able to do anything about it."
There was something about us I was realizing that I had noticed before but did not want to contemplate. Our thoughts were in sync. It scared me. Freaked me out. But there was also a certainty about it that also calmed me.
I returned his kiss, my hands going to his pants and undoing his fly. As soon as they dropped down to his thighs, he swipedthe condom, unwrapped it and slid it down his cock. Then, his hands ventured inside my dress to my buttocks and ripped my panties off.
"Fuck," he said when his fingers sank into my pussy. "You're wet already."
"I've been wet for a week."
"Fuck me." He whispered against my lips, then laid me down on the desk before aligning his cock with my pussy, grazing against my nether lips a few times, teasing me as though he wasn't as desperate for this as I was. Then, when I thought I was going to scream at him, he slid in. His thrusts were quick, frantic and filled with a desire to claim me. His hands held on to my thighs, squeezing them as he thrust relentlessly into me.
He could not get enough of me, just as I could not get enough of him. His hands would wander to my breasts, squeezing them, then he would caress my face. From my vantage point on his desk, he looked like a Roman god having his way with his priestess, and I was more than happy to be the one he chose. His chest was a well-sculpted statue of David come to life. And his cock filled me to the brim every time he thrust inside. His hands slid to my clit. Just two flicks and I was gushing around his cock, my legs jerking, my entire body shaking. He froze, then jerked his orgasm, losing his footing and collapsing on top of me. I welcomed his weight, holding his head in my hands as he caught his breath.
"Levi?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to be fuck buddies?"
"Fuck yeah."
21
Elvira
WE SPENT THE ENTIRE weekend in bed. Well…technically his bed. We fucked on every surface of his living room, kitchen, laundry room, and basically serenaded the entire house. The only room left was the garage, but even that was ticked off the list on Sunday when we came back from buying groceries and ended up having sex on the side of his car. We could not get enough of each other. Each time I thought I had enough of him, I would find myself looking for his body. Needing to touch him. To feel his skin under mine.
The best thing about being this addicted to someone was that you didn't have to think about the outside world. Nothing could get me to care about what was happening outside our bubble. And after we came back from buying groceries, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Levi had insisted on ordering in until I told him I would rather cook. He seemed not to like the idea, insisting I was his guest.
"I like it," I said."I promise not to poison you with shellfish. In fact, there are hardly any breakfast dishes that have that."
"Fine," he relented."But only if you let me accompany you to the store."
And that was how we ended up leaving the house after spending most of the weekend inside, and that's how we ended up doing it in the garage after he grabbed my ass as I was taking stuff out of the car. And when I closed the door, he slammedme against it and fucked me until my legs buckled. I was still thinking about it as I flipped the egg in the pan. The omelet came out better than I expected. Bacon was sizzling on the side, and four slices of toast had just popped out of the toaster.
I sensed more than heard Levi enter the kitchen. He padded over to me and kissed my neck, then curled his hands around my waist as I flipped the other omelet.
"You should make better use of your state-of-the-art kitchen," I said, ignoring the way my skin prickled where his hands touched. The crop top I wore gave him ample access to my stomach.
"You're right. It smells incredible in here."
"Make better use of yourself and set the table."
"Yes. Ma'am." I heard him stomp the floor behind me, and I caught a reflection on the microwave of him doing a salute. I chuckled. In his element, Levi was not the grumpy boss I was used to seeing him being. He had a large cache of jokes within him, and a cute sense of humor. It made it hard to keep this relationship strictly in the fuck buddies camp.
