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Levi made leisurely movements, gently tracing my clit. It had been too long since someone else had touched me there, and my body sang for him.
In the depths of the night, I always wondered what it would have been like to sleep with him. At first, I told myself he would have been a selfish lover, only caring about himself. And I thought I was right, judging by how the night of our first kiss had gone.
But now I knew that I had been wrong. Without a shadow of a doubt. Pleasure curled into my nerves, making me arch into him as it built up.
“The noises you’re making,” he growled in my ear, “they’re gonna drive me to an early grave.”
“I-I can quiet down.”
His teeth sunk into my neck, a warning. “Don’t you fucking dare. You can drive me to that grave. Or to insanity. As long as I getthis.”
He punctuated his sentence with a press of his finger into my pussy, and I couldn’t help but mewl.
“Fuck, do that again.”
“Gladly.”
His strokes changed. He traced a line from my clit down to my entrance, pressing in each time. I opened my legs for him, whining when his teeth found my neck again. My hips jerked, barreling me toward an orgasm that was going to change my life.
“Levi,”I gasped. “Yes.”
He kept up the torture, and my eyes closed as everything in me turned into white-hot pleasure. It filled my every cell, made my jaw hit the floor.
And quite possibly destroyed me.
I came down from my impossible high, still panting from the climb. I rolled to my back and Levi wasted no time capturing my lips with his.
But I wasn’t done. I could still feel the memory of his cock pressing into my ass, and I knew without a doubt that it was his turn.
I was good at making guys come, too good at it. In my one-night stands, I usually got him off before he even tried with me, and once they were spent, I was an afterthought.
But Levi had taken care of me first, and I was going to make him feel as good as I had just seconds ago.
“Stand up,” I said as I pulled away.
“But—”
“You’re not giving me an orgasm like that without some reciprocation.”
“I felt good makingyoufeel good.”
“I’m sure you did, but now it’s time to be a good boy and do what I say.”
“And what’s that?”
“Stand the fuck up.”
His eyes widened, but he did as I instructed.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and sunk to my knees in front of him.
His arousal was visible from the outside of his sweatpants, and I wasted no time taking it into my grip.
“Amy, you don’t?—”
“Sh, I’m enjoying myself.” I dragged down his pants, mouth watering when I saw my prize spring to life in front of me.
“But—”