Page 109 of Levi

Am I moving too fast?“This isn’t the reaction I expected,” I admit truthfully.

Her eyes pop open and she looks bewildered. “I didn’t see that coming,” her voice drops to a hush. “I—” She cuts herself off and shakes her head.

“Finish that sentence,” I order.

“I never thought you could feel this way about me.”

“Believe it, Jules,” I assure her. “Fuck the house-sitting agency and fuck finding a storage locker for your belongings. It’s a waste of time. I want you here with me. I don’t want to be driving all over LA to see you at night and I don’t want you bouncing from my place to someone else’s.”

“Wow.”

“Is that a good wow?” I ask.

She nods vehemently.

“Good.”

“I can’t get enough of this,” she gestures a finger, “of us.” Her expression is nervous. “It’s like I’m addicted to you, Levi.”

My heart threatens to race out of my chest. “It’s the same for me,” I confess. We exchange a warm smile. “You still haven’t answered me,” I remind her. “Are you going to move in with me?”

She reaches out and combs her manicured fingers through my hair. There’s a hint of a smile in her expression. “Yes.” Her smile widens. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouts. Her hands latch onto my face, gripping me fiercely. “I want to move in with you. I want to be here with you.” Her declaration is unwavering.

I expect a feeling of sheer terror to seize me, but it doesn't. All I feel is certainty. I’m taking a huge leap. And everything about this decision feels right.

I crush my mouth to hers, letting the warmth of the night envelop us. The world seems to sway, a side effect when my tongue slips into her greedy mouth. Kissing didn’t ever arouse me until her. Her hand curls, grabbing a fist of hair at the base of my neck, pulling me closer to her.

Goddammit.

We allow free rein to our passion for several long beats until she starts gyrating her hips back and forth, gliding her naked pussy against my growing bulge, coating me with her dripping juices.

She picks up the pace and her breaths quicken.

My brain stops working.

My cock throbs painfully, threatening mutiny. It’s like I didn’t already fuck her before dinner.

I pull her away from me.

“I want dessert now,” I tell her.

“Oh.” She looks confused. And vulnerable. And needy.

A trio of emotions that fans the flames of pleasure inside me.

My lustful gaze lingers for a few long breaths on her. “I’m talking about your pussy, silly.”

I don’t know what I expected as a response, but certainly not this.

Jules undoes the buttons on my shirt, exposing her gorgeous body.

“What’s going on here?” I ask.

“You said you wanted dessert... feast on this,” she sasses.

“My filthy girl wants me to fuck her right here?” I murmur, my fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of her neck.

She moans, sending tingles of desire dancing through my balls.