Page 20 of Flawless Foundations
"Why are your feet ice cold?" his voice is gravely, and it causes a desire to lick up my skin. I giggle and this time, place both of my feet on his legs, trying to maneuver them under his for maximum warmth. He must be a heater, as I can instantly feel my feet start to warm. His hand wraps around my leg, halting my movement, but not pushing me away.
"Hmmm, you’re pantsless too." His thumb starts to make a back-and-forth pattern on the back of my knee.
"I got really hot, but my feet are always cold at night," I whisper into the darkness.
"I could have gotten you some socks."
"Ew, no. I can't sleep with socks on." He chuckles at my response. It's quiet for a few moments. His hand still on my leg, my feet still warming under his.
"You couldn't sleep?" his voice an octave lower than it just was.
"No, I missed you," I tell him honestly. "I hope it's okay that I'm here, in your bed."
"Yeah. It's okay, Bex." His voice is thin and low.
I scoot in a little closer to him. His hand slowly skims up my thigh causing me to shiver with anticipation. Straining to see him in the dark, I reach out to touch him and find a warm, hard, bare chest. I lightly draw a path from his chest up to his neck then back down the other side. We don't talk as we allow our fingers to explore the smooth, naked expanse of each other's bodies.
Without warning, he grabs my leg and pulls me closer to him, hooking it over his waist. I gasp at the sudden closeness. He pushes up on one elbow and looks down as he drags his hand up the length of my body stopping once his fingers tangle in my hair. Then he leans down and devours my mouth.
He swipes once, twice at my lips before I part them, allowing an entrance. I can taste a lingering flavor of toothpaste and push the thoughts of my not so fresh breath out of my head. I won't stop this now on account of some maybe not so fresh breath.
Dancing with my own, his tongue is skilled, and his kisses are scorching hot.
I need to be closer to him.I reach up and pull his face closer to mine in an act of desperation.
He drags his hand down my back, getting caught in the over-sized shirt. He lets out a frustrated growl and rolls me on top of him. Straddling him, I sit up and he pushes the shirt up and I bring it up over my head, flinging it across the room. His hands immediately find my breast and we both let out satisfying groans of pleasure.
I rock against him, and I nearly cry out, I'm so ready for what's next.
"I want you now, Levi," I nearly whine.
"I know, baby. But we've still got too many clothes on." I roll off him and shed my undies as he does the same. He leans across the bed and pulls open the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little gold packet.
There's no need for any more foreplay. He eases into me as if our bodies were made for each other, made for this pleasure.
We move together to the rhythm of our pounding hearts gasping for air and chasing the feeling of ecstasy between us. Grinding my hips against his, I feel my climax build. He increases his tempo and I know he's close too.
His hand finds my breast, caressing once more and sending me over the edge. Levi follows me with a grunt before his body stills beneath me. I cling to Levi.... we come down from our high and I wonder if sex like this only exists once you find the one.
We don't speak much after. The moments that pass are too important. My body hums in euphoria. After cleaning up, Levi returns to bed and pulls me in close, sleep for both of us comes quickly.
The last thought on my mind is how I want this again. Over and over.
All too soon, I blink my eyes open and realize my phone has just buzzed on the nightstand next to me. I reach over and pull my phone closer to see a reply from Emmy.
Emmy:I'll be back in the apartment in about five minutes.
I look at the time, and it's six in the morning.Geesh, what's she doing back so early?I peek over my shoulder and see that Levi is still sound asleep. We have some talking to do, but I need a shower and I can't stick around knowing that Emmy is home and knows I'm here. I slip out of bed, bend over and pick up my undies off the floor. I slide them on and see Levi's shirt crumpled on the floor close by. I snag it up and put it on then tiptoe out of the room.
In the living room, I shrug on my pants and pull my hoodie on over my head. I don't need Emmy asking questions about why I'm wearing her brother's shirt. Gathering my shoes, I quietly leave Levi's apartment and all thoughts of the night before behind.
I take a quick look around the room as I shut the door and hope that it's not too long before I'm back here.
With the click of the door, I walk down the hall and wait by our apartment. Moments later, one of the elevators slide open, and Emmy steps off onto the floor.
"Hey, you. I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. I decided to stay with Jake." Only Emmy King can look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this early on a Saturday morning.
"No worries, I can't believe I forgot my key. Thankfully, Levi was up on the roof last night when I realized," I tell her as she unlocks our door.
