As the song slowed down, I pulled her in, spinning her around. She landed so close to my lips. What was this? Why did I want to kiss her again so badly? I didn’t even know her last name, and yet it was like every part of me was crying out for her. She swallowed slowly as though she was fighting the same battle I was.
Finally, I took the risk and kissed her. It was supposed to be a soft, simple kiss. But I couldn’t even control that. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gripped her ass, lifting her up. Her legs circled around me as I pushed her up against the wall. I could feel her pulling at my pants as I shoved her skirt back up.
“Just a quickie,” she said to me between kisses.
“Yeah, just a quickie, to get it out of our systems,” I nodded, turning her around and remembering how good she felt last night.
“Mmmm,” she moaned with her hands on the wall, as I slammed her hard from behind.
Her back arched, and my hands slipped the shirt she wore, my shirt, from her shoulders.
Groaning in frustration at not being able to take off her bra, I simply pulled it down to where her skirt was instead, and enjoyed the feel of her in my hands. Every part of her was real and mine. Leaning back against me, she moaned into my mouth as we passionately kissed.
“Ahh!” she moaned, as I pushed us both against the wall.
So fucking good, I thought to myself. I simply couldn’t get enough of her.
“Levi,” she called out for me, and I brushed her hair aside, bringing her head back to my face.
“Scream my name,” I told her.
“Make me,” she challenged.
She was perfection.
“This is crazy, right?” I finally whispered, putting my car in park beside her truck.
“What?” she asked quietly.
“The fact that we had sex, I can’t even count the amount of times, and yet, I still want you,” I confessed, leaning back against my seat.
“Yeah, it’s crazy,” she muttered, then she went silent. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “I don’t know, maybe there was something in those drinks… because I’m not saying I don’t want you either.”
“You aren’t looking for a relationship are you? Because I can’t—”
“Believe me, I can’t handle a relationship,” she replied, cutting me off.
For a moment, I felt as though we were on the same page. What could be the worst thing that happened if I ask for sex? Sex seemed to be all she wanted as well.
“How about we just… I don’t know, fuck for the next week? I don’t have to work until next Monday, and maybe by then we’ll—”
“Have it out of our systems?”
I looked at her and nodded with a laugh.
“Just one week?” she verified.
“One week. Sex, food, us, and then, we get back to reality.”
She went quiet for a moment, and then grinned widely.
“That’s dangerous Levi. I’m going to ruin all other women for you.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“How about we alternate days? We’ll spend tomorrow night at my place and then the day after at yours?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I said as smoothly as possible. On the inside, I was dancing like a mad man.