N. Walters: Past Promises

Maybe she might regret it in the light of day, but that was a long way off. She’d always been a good girl. Now she simply wanted to have hard, heart-pounding sex. With Levi.

Gripping his hair in both her hands, she pulled his face down to hers. “Don’t stop.”

Levi captured her lips in a searing kiss. There was no tentative exploration, no gentle seeking. He took control, licking her lips until she parted them on a gasp. Then he plunged inside. His tongue was hot as it tangled with hers.

She didn’t recognize the soft whimpers of need that came from her. Tilting back her head, she tried to get closer to him. Their teeth clinked together as Levi’s hands molded her hips, lifting her into each stroke of his hips.

He tore his lips from hers. “Too much clothes,” he muttered. Releasing his hold on her hips, he grabbed the front of her blouse and tugged. Buttons popped, pinging off the floor and the wall.

Her hands clutched the cotton of his shirt, shoving it upward as large hands cupped her breasts. Linda moaned as his thumbs traced her nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

“I’ve got to see you.” He reached behind and undid the hooks holding her bra in place. Shoving the fabric up, he leaned down and nuzzled her breasts. First one. Then the other. Her breath caught in her throat when his tongue swirled around her distended nipple.

Levi took the tip into his mouth and suckled. Her pussy clenched and began to throb. “Levi,” she moaned, needing more.

She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to be able to feel his bare skin against hers. He released her long enough to drag his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Before she could touch him, he was kissing her again.

His hands shaped her breasts as his fingers toyed with her nipples. Grasping his shoulders, she tried to wrap her legs around his waist. The pressure between her thighs was becoming unbearable.

“Not yet,” he groaned in between pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He shoved her legs back down and went for the buttons on her slacks.

While he was busy, she stroked her hands over his chest. It was even better than she’d imagined. Muscles leapt beneath her palms as she touched him. His skin was soft, yet what was beneath it was rock solid. Several pale scars ran down his chest. Another curved around his left shoulder. Reminders of the dangerous life he’d lived.

He had a light patch of hair in the center of his chest that angled down toward his navel, thinning as it went lower. Her finger slowly traced that line of hair.

Linda suddenly realized Levi was no longer moving. His hands were frozen on the zipper of her slacks. He sucked in his belly as her hand played along the waistband of his jeans.

“Touch me.” He arched his hips upward, reaching for her hand.

Using her index finger, she traced the hard line of his zipper. Levi swore, grabbed her hand and placed it solidly over his erection. She could feel the heat and the pulse of it through his jeans. Her fingers closed around him and she moved her hand up and down, learning his size and shape.

He yanked down her zipper and pulled her slacks and underwear down her thighs, shoving them toward her feet. Going down on one knee in front of her, he pulled off her shoes before tugging away the wad of fabric circling her ankles. She helped as best she could. And then her legs were free.

Levi grasped her ass in his hands as he stood. Lifting her, he squeezed both globes, his fingers hot against her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her hands against his shoulders, pressing her sex against the hard planes of his stomach. Her clit throbbed as moisture seeped out to coat his belly.

“Hold on,” he ordered. He ripped open the front of his jeans. She heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open and he fumbled briefly. Then she felt the broad head of his penis searching for her opening. Levi held her hips steady, pressing past the initial resistance of her body.

She hadn’t done this in a long time. Her body was tight. Linda tensed in spite of her best efforts not to.

“Relax,” he crooned. “We can take it slow.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him. Every muscle in his body was tense and a light sheen of perspiration coated his chest and shoulders. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the invasion, but it didn’t happen.

She opened her eyes and found Levi watching her. The moment their gazes met, he pushed inward another inch.

Her body, so ready for him, gave way easily. The heat from his body surrounded her. His cock pulsed inside her like a heartbeat—slow and steady.

“More.” She squirmed, trying to get closer.

Levi held her steady, fighting her, fighting for control. Linda leaned inward and nipped at the sensitive skin on his neck.

“Linda!” He roared her name, driving forward in one long, hard stroke and burying himself to the hilt.

She gasped and then moaned. He stretched her and filled her to the point of pain, but it passed quickly as her body adjusted. Pleasure drove out any feelings of discomfort as Levi bent his knees and withdrew almost to the tip before driving forward again.

Linda gripped his upper arms, moving her body in rhythm with his. The door was hard against her back, her bra and blouse still tangled around her upper body, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding release.

Pressure built low in her body as Levi pounded into her over and over. Linda gasped for breath, tightening her thighs around his waist. “Close,” she moaned.

His strokes got quicker. Harder. He angled her hips so her clit was pressed against the hard planes of his stomach with each stroke. She could feel the first twinges starting deep in her body.

The explosion was instantaneous. She cried out. Every muscle in her body clenched and released. Her pussy clutched his cock with each stroke, pulling it deeper inside her.

Levi yelled and pushed deep one final time. The ripples from his orgasm made her catch her breath. He leaned heavily against her, his forehead touching the door, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.

Quivers shook her body and she knew she would be in a heap on the floor if Levi wasn’t holding her up. A cramp in her leg caught her off-guard and she groaned. Unhooking her legs, she let them fall back to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Levi was alert immediately. She could see the concern etched on his face as he withdrew from her body.

“Cramp.” Linda stretched out her leg and it subsided. She cursed the cramp, wishing Levi was still buried deep inside her. She wasn’t ready for the interlude between them to be over. But from what she’d read in magazines, and from her experience with her ex, she knew men were different. He’d probably want her to go.

Feeling suddenly vulnerable and aware of her nudity in a way she hadn’t been before, she tugged her blouse closed without even trying to hook her bra. She was reaching for her slacks when Levi swore under his breath. She glanced his way and her breath caught in her throat.

It wasn’t fair how good he looked. His hair was tousled and his chest gleamed in the candlelight. He’d yanked up his jeans and zipped them, leaving the button undone. She had no idea what he’d done with the condom. She felt sticky and uncomfortable, while Levi just looked plain sexy.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

She flinched at his words. Obviously, his world hadn’t been rocked in the same way hers had. Holding her slacks in front of her while she tried to untangle her panties, she gave him a smile. It felt brittle and fake. “Sorry about that. Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of your way.”

“Fuck!” Levi grabbed her slacks, but she held on, not willing to give up their dubious protection. “That’s not what I meant.” He released her pants and raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. I was rough with you. You deserve better.” His golden-brown eyes examined her from head to toe.