“You sure?”
I nod. “I want you to have all of me.”
Lust clouds his eyes, blowing out his pupils as he traces my bottom lip. “All mine…”
“All yours.”
He steals my lips again, a moan of surrender vibrating my lips as his fingers dare to dive beneath my jeans. It’s such a contrast to Tommy, to the greedy lust that stole my attention just a day ago. Lev takes his time unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them from my hips, his mouth hooked to mine the entire time.
When he strokes my pussy, I buck into his hand, cupping his cheek as I try to slow myself down. He’s addictive like this, his slow and sensual movements prompting me to ache for him in ways I don’t dare verbalize. As he skims my pussy lips with concentrated strokes, I slip my hand into his pants to find his cock fully erect.
Every inch of me yearns for his skin. The way he makes love to me doesn’t compare to how he participated in the ravenous consumption of my flesh at the Somerville apartment. That man who took me in that bed isn’t the same.
And I’m grateful for that.
“Aw, baby,” he whispers huskily into my ear. “Feels like you want me.”
“Lev, I always want you.”
He growls as he guides me back to the couch. “I feel the same.”
“So, show me.”
After stripping away the rest of my clothes, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. I pluck it from his fingers and toss it away, then reach for his jeans, shucking them away from his hips to reveal his bobbing cock. The tip weeps fluid, inviting my hungry gaze and my curious fingers.
“I want to feel you completely,” I whisper while stroking his shaft. His resonating groan makes me gush. “Please, Lev?”
“But what about…?”
I smirk up at him. “I just had my period a few days ago. It’s fine.”
“Okay, baby. Of course. You have me.”
“I sure hope so.”
Widening my legs for him doesn’t feel dirty or slutty. It feels right. The way he slides right into place as he fits perfectly into me prompts me to moan, my chest expanding as I accommodate his length. He pauses halfway and nuzzles my nose with his lips, waiting. The way he watches me makes me feel safe and cherished, not like a prize to be won.
This is how my first time should have been.
I clutch his shoulders and whimper, “Why couldn’t it have been you?”
“It’s me now,” he grunts. “Baby, look at me. It’s me right now.”
I meet his gaze, those dark pools absorbing my attention before I even have a chance to think of looking away. This is the guy who should have taken me all along. Before the alphas’ slut bullshit, before my father died, it should have just been Lev and me.
Maybe things would have been different. Or maybe they would have been exactly the same. The thoughts in my head can’t change any of that. He’s here now, and that’s all that matters.
While I wrap my legs around him, I smooth my hands over his shoulders and hold his gaze. He’s piercing right through me, pinning me to the couch with fervent pumps that feel more passionate than intent on getting him off. He’s naturally a giver. I know that now from experience, and I’m grateful for him being so focused on me.
But I want to feel him get off.
My legs tighten around his waist as I draw my nails over his scalp. “Lev…?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Will you come inside me?”
The way his eyelids flutter tells me his answer before his lips can produce it. He kisses me hard, feverish thrusts remaining steady at the pace he established as he cradles me in his arms.