Page 55 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
My hands are itching to touch her again, but this time, I want to be able to spread her out on my bed and explore every part of her. Watching her fall apart knowing no one could see what I was doing to her was priceless. I wanted to bend her over, flip up her dress and fuck her right there, but getting arrested, or having her exposed to anyone else is not high on my priority list. Althoughseeing her completely uninhibited with me just might be at the top of it.
We walk back into the living room and she shifts near the couch, as if she’s unsure what she wants to do. I stalk towards her, holding her gaze. “You know, you’re always gorgeous, Layla. You have this elegant beauty like no other woman I’ve ever met, but there’s something about you in this dress that is absolutely driving me wild,” I proclaim, watching her beautiful brown orbs enlarge, her full lips loosely pucker and her face heat.
Stepping towards her, I reach up, cradling her face in my hands. Tipping my head down, I brush my lips over hers, savoring the feel of having her near, her warm breath on my face, our hearts pounding in anticipation. Finally, eliminating the distance between us, I kiss her, keeping my movements tender, measured, attempting to show her how much I care. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head and deepen our kiss, feeling her body melting into mine. My insides blaze, and I struggle to hold back, my dick fighting me. But I refuse to push too hard or move too fast. Not with Layla.
Planting her palms on my chest, she gently nudges me back, breaking our kiss. Leaning my head on her forehead, we stand, unmoving, both of us catching our breath. She glances at me, licking her lips as if she wants to say something.
“Layla? Are you all right?”
“I just have to ask you something.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing out the word.
“You’re not with anyone else, are you?” she blurts out, hesitant, but determined.
Frowning, I straighten, my stomach suddenly churning. Holding her gaze, I insist, “Hell no. Layla, I don’t want anyone but you. Please tell me you’re not seeing, dating, or especially not sleeping with anyone else. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not about to share with anyone.”
Giggling, she pats my chest. “Slow down, Levi. You are the only man in my life I want to date or sleep with.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Smiling, she leans into me once again. “I’d like that.”
Staring into her eyes, I need her to know the truth in my words. “I’m serious, Layla. I’m not the man you met at the diner.”
“That’s a damn good thing.” She smirks.
Chuckling, I kiss her again.
Nudging me back, she requests, “Do you mind if we move this to your room. I don’t want you hurting your arm again.”
My chest tightens at the same time as my cock and I grin. “You are always welcome in my bed.” Spinning her around, my hands rest on her shoulders and I guide her to my room. “This way.”
She steps through the door and away from me, sitting on a small bench near the footboard. “Sorry, I need to take these shoes off. I haven’t worn them in a long time.”
“Let me help.” Getting down on one knee, my palm curves around the smooth skin of her calf, unhooking the strap before slipping it off and setting it on the floor. Grabbing her other leg, I do the same and she rises, standing before me. I look up at her and am momentarily overwhelmed.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I take a deep breath and slowly rise. Skimming my hands up her legs, her skirt bunches up slightly before it falls. Her breathing picks up its pace as my hands settle at the top of her ass.
“Levi,” she whispers.
Leaning down, no longer able to hold back, I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her hard. My tongue juts out, begging for entrance and she eagerly opens, her tongue immediately tangling with mine. Slowly guiding her around the corner of the bed, I continue licking, tasting and exploring her mouth, our tongues playfully fighting for dominance.
When I have her against the side of the bed, my hand wraps around the silky strands of her ponytail, gently urging her head backwards as I kiss a path down her neck and over hercollarbone. My hand skims her side, palming her breast, feeling her already pert nipple arch into me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, gently squeezing, my thumb running over her nipple and pinching over the fabric of her dress.
“I want this off, Levi.”
“Not yet. Lay back on the bed,” I instruct. She does as I ask, keeping her gaze fixed on me bringing a smile to my face. “Good girl.”
My words have her body heating and I fucking love it. I kiss her again, my hands trailing her sides and slipping underneath her dress. Hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, I slide them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. Gliding my hands back up her legs, I push her skirt up to her waist, exposing her sweet pussy with a narrow strip of dark hair down to her sweet spot. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“Levi,” she rasps, already breathless.
My hands grip her thighs, gently parting her legs as I kneel between them. Leaning towards her, I inhale deeply, cherishing her intoxicatingly sweet scent. “Mm…” My tongue juts out, licking her folds. I hum, savoring her taste. “Fuck, you taste good.” I lick her again, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue around it. Moving back, I push my tongue inside her pussy, curling and pushing firm along her folds, circling and sucking her clit again. I repeat the motion, tasting her juices, feeling her heat and swell towards me.
“Levi,” she whimpers. Curling, circling and sucking, I flatten my tongue, pressing firm and repeating the motions. Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging and holding me to her at the same time. Her breathing becomes rapid, and she gasps for breath, repeating my name again and again. Every sound, every touch spurs me on and then she falls––pulsing, moaning, clenching, begging, and soaking my tongue until she stops moving completely, focusing on just breathing. “Oh, my god, Levi. That was...”
