Page 163 of So This Is War
She chuckles and plays with the short strands of my chest hair.
“I love bologna sandwiches,” she whispers.
“So do I,” I whisper back. “That’s how I know we’re meant to be together.”
“Seems too good to be true.” I don’t want her to doubt us.
“Having you sitting on me right now seems too good to be true,” I say as I grab the knot she made in my shirt.
She pauses me. “Are you serious about this?”
“Never been more serious about anything,” I say. “I want you, Wylie. All of you. I want to spoil you and show you that I’m the man you deserve. Let me do that. Give me a chance.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and without saying anything, she undoes the knot of my shirt and flaps it open, revealing her perfect breasts. Groaning, I lay her down on the couch and move between her legs before pressing kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and across her chest. I pause for a moment, waiting for her to adjust her body to fit me better, and when she does, I kiss my way across her breasts, down her stomach, and right to her inner thighs, where I push up her skirt and marvel at her perfectly bare pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I say before I kiss her inner thighs and above her pussy. She squirms beneath me, looking for me to find her center, but I don’t. Instead, I kiss down her leg to her knee and then back up, only to move to the other leg.
“Levi,” she says on a groan. “Please don’t tease me.”
“Says the girl who dry-humped me a few nights ago.”
She chuckles. “I can’t believe you didn’t budge.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t come in my pants.”
She laughs some more, and I continue to rain kisses over her legs until she lifts her pelvis, seeking my tongue. Feeling like she’s had enough, I spread her with two fingers before bringing my tongue right to her glistening clit.
“Yes,” she moans loudly as her hand falls to my head, keeping me in place. I love that. I love when a woman shows me what she wants and how she wants it. It’s sexy.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and make long, languid strokes, sliding against her pussy so when I narrow my stroke, she cries out.
My other hand slides between her legs and inside her, angling to finger her G-spot. The moment I connect with it, she clenches around me on a gasp.
Perfect.
I lightly stroke it, causing her body to stiffen and her legs to fall open even wider.
“Oh fuck, Levi, what . . . where . . . oh my God.”
I smile to myself and take that moment to make short strokes over her clit, flicking it and humming, mimicking the sensation she’d get from a vibrator, and it seems to be working as her chest heaves.
I pull away for a moment. “Play with your tits, Wylie. I want you coming in less than thirty seconds. Got it?”
She nods and plucks at her nipples. Immediately, her teeth pull on her bottom lip, so I pause to watch her, feeling my cock ache against the zipper of my jeans, wanting to play as well.
“Keep playing, Wylie,” I say as she pinches her nipples now, making her wetter around my fingers. I decide to take that moment and match her pinching with short strokes against her G-spot. It proves to work as her eyes fly open, and she gasps. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, it’s so hot watching you. And watching you with Samantha, Jesus, fuck. I loved seeing you enjoy her.” Her eyes fly shut as she continues to play with herself, her hips now rotating against my hand. “But that won’t happen again because I don’t share.” I bring my mouth back down to her pussy, and I kiss her there, lingering and never giving her what she wants for release.
“Please,” she pants. “Please, Levi.”
“Please, you want to touch her again? Or please, you want me to touch you?”
“You,” she says on a pained groan. “Oh fuck, please, please let me come.”
Smiling, I spread her again, and this time, I suck her clit between my lips as I stroke her G-spot quickly.
It’s all she needs.
She screams out my name, coming fast and hard, convulsing wildly beneath me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
