I hear the front door open and, no word of a lie, I stop breathing. My heart speeds up at the same time my stomach rises to my throat. I get up on my elbow, looking at the darkened doorway. Looking over to the bedside table, I see Cici is sleeping on her back, with her arms stretched out with not a care in the world. I tap my phone and see that it’s after 1:00 a.m., my stomach clenches again when I hear him kick off his shoes.
I quickly lie back down on my side of the bed, my eyes closed, even though it’s dark and he won’t see if I’m up or not. I’m so pissed that I’ve been waiting up for him, even though I tried to tell myself I wasn’t waiting up for him. I just couldn’t sleep. I’ve been in bed since 10:00 p.m., tossing and turning. Looking over at his side of the bed that was empty, I wondered what he was doing at that moment. That obviously didn’t help me because all I could picture was him with ten women all bouncing up and down on him as he motorboated them. Which made me even more pissed. The whole day I was on a rampage from when he left me in the parking lot of the daycare. I knew it was going to be a day. It didn’t help I was pissed at him and expected him to reach out and apologize for whatever the hell happened in the parking lot before we dropped off Cici, but nothing. As the hours ticked by, so did my mood. Everyone was afraid to ask me anything, so no one did. When I picked up Cici, my mood lessened but then I fucking missed him and our routine, which was so dumb of me considering that it’s all temporary. I position my head down to watch him walk into the bedroom.
In the darkness I watch him walk over to the corner, and I finally sit up at the same time as I see him shrug off his jacket. So many questions are going on in my head. Did he come here after you know what? Did he at least shower? Is he going to see her again? All of these questions, yet the only thing that comes out of my mouth is, “I didn’t think you would come home.”
His movement stops as he takes off his jacket. His head whips my way, even in the darkness I can see his glare. “Yeah, why is that?” He continues to take his jacket off, tossing it on the chair in the corner. The chair that not too long ago had only my clothes on it, but now it’s a mix of both of our things.
His tone should make me just ignore his ass and go back to bed or pretend I don’t care. But I’m out here in the middle of the ocean, in the dark, and I can hear the rumbling of the wave coming toward me, ready to pull me under. “I just figured you would be at a strip club.” I don’t say anything after that but neither does he. Does he really need me to spell it out for him? Now I’m even more pissed. “And I don’t know, hook up with someone?”
The room that was filled with tension from us both now feels like it’s frigid. It feels like ice has entered the room. I don’t have to have the lights on to see his glare has turned into more of a death stare. His hands go to the hem of his shirt as he pulls it out from his pants, not even going to the closet to get undressed or even the bathroom. Instead, he stands there fuming as he unbuttons his shirt, or at this point I feel like he rips it open like the Hulk. He takes off his white dress shirt and tosses it on the chair before his hand goes to his belt. I suddenly feel like I should turn on the light to make sure he doesn’t, I don’t know, hurt himself.
“Was Caine going to come over?” he growls between clenched teeth.
“What?” I ask, almost breathlessly as I hear his zipper. My chest heaves as his pants fall to the floor, and he stands there in his boxers and socks. Tossing his pants on top of his shirt, followed by his socks, he walks over to his side of the bed.
“Caine,” he repeats his name, grabbing his side of the covers and practically yanking them. “The guy who wants to bang you.” Why would he think Caine wants to bang me?
My eyes blink as I watch him get into the bed next to me, with just his boxers. While my brain says it’s only normal for me to also just be in my panties. “He doesn’t want to bang me.” I roll my eyes as he lies down on his back, putting his hands on his stomach.
He laughs but his laugh is anything but friendly, instead it sounds more like the Joker from Batman. “Oh, trust me, he wants to bang you.” He looks over at me sitting here and now all I can do is lie back down, mimicking his position. “I mean, it’s not his fault.” He looks over at me. “How was he supposed to know you’re married when you don’t wear your ring?”
All I can do is gasp in shock. “I wear my ring.” I hold up my hand to show him that I am wearing said ring.
“Yeah,” he huffs, “like, sure, around your neck.”
I open my mouth to speak but then it closes only to snap, “I wear it at night. I don’t wear it during the day at work because I don’t want to get it oily and stuff.” It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have, and I would hate for it to be soiled from having to put oil and cream on my hands all day long.
“Okay,” he says, which to me might be worse than telling me to go fuck myself. Then to make matters even worse, he turns over and gives me his back.
All I can think is, you motherfucker. “Nice,” I huff, falling back to my back. “Is that all you got?” I literally slap the blankets around me to tuck myself in.
In a blink of an eye, he’s turned to face me, the blanket that was tucked around me is now all over the place. My head snaps toward him. “No, that isn’t all I’ve got,” he growls and I can feel him getting closer to me, well, more I can feel his heat. “This is what I’ve got.”
I don’t know if I lunge first or if he lunges first but my breasts are pressed to his chest, facing each other. His arms are around my waist, my arms are around his neck, our mouths finding each other. Our tongues meld together, going around and around. It’s as if this is my salvation, as if one touch from him makes me feel settled. It’s as if my body just does a sigh of relief with him being near me. Like my other half has arrived and now I’m complete.
Our heads move side to side as we try to deepen the kiss. We start on our sides, but he quickly pushes me on my back. My legs open for him to get between them as the frantic kiss now relaxes. He kisses me with a softness, rubbing his nose with mine before letting my lips go. My chest rises and falls as he trails kisses from my lips to my chin, my eyes still closed, feeling my body tingle with every single touch. “Levi,” I say his name as his tongue comes out to trail from my jaw down the side of my neck. I move my head away to make sure he has all the access in the world. My legs wrap around his legs as his stubble prickles my collarbone, making me shiver under his touch. Down my chest, he heads toward the swell of my breast, I arch my back as my legs fall off his hips. “Levi.” At this point I’m so far gone, all I know is I need him.
“Baby,” he whispers so softly, his beard is rough as I feel his fingers trailing exactly where his lips just were. “You drive me.” I open my eyes just in time to feel him pull my tank top down and take a nipple into his mouth. I moan, mumbling I think his name, I’m not even sure. I might have called God; all I know is the minute his teeth graze my nipple, it sends shock waves right down to my core. My hands move to the back of his head as he works one nipple and then moves over to the other. My eyes are halfway hooded as I watch him, his eyes watching mine as he takes the other nipple in his mouth.
My head falls back, my hips thrust up, and right here, right now I’m gone for him. So gone I want to beg him to just fuck me. “Yes,” I hiss and then his mouth lets me go, the cool air making my nipples even harder.
I feel him moving down my body, his hand scrunching up my tank top so he can kiss my stomach, which contracts under his touch. He drags his nose back and forth, his tongue licking down my stomach past my belly button. “Lift,” he commands and I don’t know what he wants me to lift. My body feels like it’s on fire, and because he’s between my legs, I can’t close them and try to get relief. “Your ass.” I move my hips up just in time for him to shed my shorts and panties. “Tell me something, Eva.” His mouth hovers over my pussy, his breath landing on me making me shiver. “Was it him you were thinking about when I made you come?” I look down at him as his nose trails my pubic bone and then moves to the left side of my leg, right down the side.
“Is it him you are picturing now?” My chest swells when I listen to his voice so thick with need. “Do you want it to be him?” His voice rumbles and he stops talking when I lift my hips, hoping to get him to lick me. “Tell me who you see.” He hovers right there, right where I want him to lick. Right where my slit is, my lips hiding my clit that is throbbing right now. He’s spent a total of five minutes kissing me or maybe even less, and I ache for him. “Tell me.”
“You want to know who I’ve been thinking about?” My voice comes out quivering. “You want to know who I thought about when I touched myself in the shower?” My feet move up as I place them on his elbows. “You want to know who I saw two nights ago when I came on your fingers?” Fuck, he’s so fucking beautiful. “You want to know who I was thinking about all night? You want to know who’s taken over all of my thoughts lately? You want to know who I dream about? You want to know who I want to touch me? You want to know who I want to slide into me? You want to know who I want to ride? You want to know whose face I want to sit on?” His eyes watch mine, my chest going up and down.
My body ready to explode, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. “You want to know who makes me so wet that if you touched me right now, you would feel I’m soaked?” He waits when I finally confess in a whisper, “It’s you.” I don’t say another word because I can’t. His mouth sucks in my pussy lips right before he lets them go and licks me from top to bottom. My hips thrust up, needing more of him. “Yes,” I cheer when he uses his thumbs to open my pussy lips, sucking my clit right into his mouth. “Levi,” his name falls from my lips.
“Yes,” he declares right before he bites my clit and slides two fingers into me. I push down on his shoulder to thrust up. “All day long.” His fingers move in and out of me. “All I’ve been thinking about is tasting you,” he admits, sliding his tongue in with his fingers before his tongue flicks my clit again. “You moaning out my name is forever tattooed in my brain.” He turns his hand, rubbing over my G-spot and I get on my elbows to watch him. “It’s time for me to claim this pussy.” He sucks my clit. “Make it mine.” His fingers moving in and out of me, my hands go to my nipples and roll them. “Take care of it with my fingers.” I need more. “With my tongue.” I feel the orgasm coming, I’ve never had it build this much. It’s been building for the past two days. “When I fuck you,” he declares and my eyes slowly shut halfway, “I’m going to finally make you mine. Every single piece of you”—his fingers move faster—“is going to be mine.” My pussy gets even wetter. “I’m going to mark every single piece of you.” He bites my clit and then sucks it in. “First with my mouth.” It’s right there, I can feel the tightness coming in my stomach, shooting all the way down to my core, to my fucking toes. He moves his hand so much faster. “Then—” he starts between clenched teeth and I know he knows I’m close.
“I’m going to—” I say breathlessly, thrashing on the bed. My head is moving side to side, my hips come up to meet his finger.
“Then, Eva,” he says my name and it’s right there I’m about to jump off the ledge. I can’t hold on anymore. “Then I’m going to mark you with my cum.”
