“Not blushing,” I gasp, even though I’m very definitely blushing.
I unbutton his pants and then he grabs my wrist, guides my hand to his cock, rolls his hips so he presses against me.
“There’s a mirror right behind you,” he says, his voice so low it’s at the bottom of the ocean.
I close my fist around his cock, stroke it. I listen to his breath hitch in his throat.
“And you want to watch us while we have our hard, fast, messy fuck?” I ask.
“How’d you know?” he says, his words turning to a growl as I squeeze, stroke him again from root to tip.
“I must be psychic.”
“Guess what I’m thinking.”
Stroke. Groan.
“You’re not sure why I’m still wearing pants.”
His hand leaves mine and in a moment my pants are unbuttoned, undone, his hand inside and under my panties, fingers exploring my wetness and I buck my hips, make a noise low in my throat.
“Not quite,” he rumbles. “I’m thinking that I brought condoms, but I’d rather go bare again.”
He slides two fingers around my clit, pinching it between them, a bolt of pleasure rocketing through my body.
“Yes,” I whisper.
We kiss again, fiercely, my teeth against his lip it’s so hard, and then he suddenly pulls back, strides away.
“Take those off,” he says over his shoulder.
I do.
The lights go off and suddenly it’s very, very dark. Levi’s pants hit the floor somewhere by the table and then at the end of the dresser, a lamp goes on and then he’s back and he takes my head in both hands.
“Ta-da, mood lighting,” he says, and kisses me hard, leaning me backward against the dresser, his cock thick and insistent and hot against my belly.
“Now it’s romantic,” I murmur, and I swear Levi smiles into the kiss.
“I love you in ways I didn’t know were possible,” he says, his lips still half on mine. “I wake up thinking about you and I go to sleep thinking about you and whenever I see you, I feel like spring. How’s that for romance?”
He kisses me harder, leaves me speechless, then pulls away and turns me around all at once, wrapping one arm around my torso, right between my breasts, holding me tight to him.
His erection bumps against me and I bite my lip, stand on my toes, brace myself on the dresser. In the mirror, Levi’s eyes lock on mine as his thick head slides along me, pressing against my clit, steadily moving lower.
“I love you desperately,” he whispers in my ear. “Never doubt that.”
Then the thick head of his cock nudges between my slick folds and Levi sinks himself into me with a single stroke. Everything goes fuzzy and I hear myself make a noise that’s half moan and half groan and all loud as hell.
“Holy fuck, June,” he rasps. His voice is rough, ragged, like he’s just climbed a mountain.
“More,” I whisper but he’s already pulling out, a hand on my hip and a hand on my shoulder, pushing back in as I rock back against him, on my tiptoes.
He gives me more. He gives me more, faster and harder and he growls in my ear. I brace myself against the mirror as he drives himself hard and deep, as he adjusts his angle ever so slightly until soon I’m moaning with every stroke.
Levi does things to my body I didn’t know were possible, draws reactions from me I’ve never felt before. He makes me want and want, and when he touches me it’s electric, lightning striking every time.
He puts one arm around my chest, pinches one nipple between two fingers.
“I never get to see your face when I take you from behind,” he says, his voice a rasp against my ear. “I love it when you’re wild and out of control and about to come, you know.”
I try to answer him, but he thrusts again and he hits that spot so perfectly and I’m on edge, about to dive over, and the only word I can manage is, “Please.”
“Always,” he says, and he does it again.
I come. The last thing I see is my own eyes closing and I feel the coldness of the mirror underneath my hand, and then I’m shouting his name and pushing back against him and gasping, my mind in a million pieces.
Finally, my head is on my forearm, resting against the mirror as I gasp. He traces a finger down my spine and he moves inside me and I shudder as he rubs against my sensitive spots and it’s only then that I realize he’s still hard and then he does it again and my body responds in goosebumps and a deep thrill that craves more.
I turn, pulling him out, put my hands around his head, kiss him hard. Before he can kiss me back, I push him toward the bed, three steps and then he’s lying on it and I’m already on top of him, straddling him as I kiss him deeply and his fingers dig into my hips.