“I’d like a tour, thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a farm, much less a big ranching operation like this one.”
We talk more about the ranch, with only clipped answers coming from Shaw. Thankfully, Lev comes back with my water and takes a seat beside me on the couch. He picks up my hand and threads his fingers through mine. I reach over and give him a soft kiss to thank him for the water. Turning back to Shaw, I notice he stares at my lips before turning towards the fireplace. Lev looks back and forth between us. He stands, pulling me up with him, and tells Shaw he’s going to give me a tour of the rest of the house. Shaw dips his chin in acknowledgement, without turning back around. Grasping my arm, Lev pulls me towards a sliding door on the right.
Although I’m dying to ask what’s going on, I rein in my curiosity and take my cue from Lev. Walking out, I see a large outdoor seating area, with couches, another fireplace, and a TV. Plus, a table for eating. The full-sized kitchen also includes a barbeque area. An organically shaped pool is framed with giant boulders and a waterfall at the end. A jacuzzi and sauna sit off to the right.
Smiling, I twirl. “Now, I could live out here. This is fantastic.”
Lev wraps his arms around me from behind, and I lift my face up to him for a kiss. I’ve gotten addicted to his kisses. Leaning down, he takes my lips in a slow kiss that goes on forever. Turning in his arms, I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. His hands roam down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me in tight. We haven’t seen each other in a few days, and I’ve missed him. A lot. Exhaling, I lean back, breaking our kiss. Leaning my forehead on his chest, I give us a few minutes just to breathe.
“Sweetheart, as much as I’d like to stand here and kiss you, I think we should continue with the tour. Lowell will be down soon, and I know he will want to spend some time with you, too.” Taking my hand, he leads me back inside and to the right, where I find a state-of-the-art kitchen with an enormous island.
“This must be your dream kitchen.” I run my hands over the sleek countertops. Looking at the euphoria on Lev’s face, I laugh. He points out all his gadgets and little luxuries, like the pot filler on the stove. The stove itself is a luxury appliance, with six burners and a grilling area. He scowls when I just laugh at his excitement over the kitchen.
Taking my hand, he quickly drags me through the rest of the house. I see a gym, indoor lap pool, bowling alley, and theater. And a ton of bedrooms. This place is insane. We are in the west area of the house when Lev pulls me into a bedroom and shuts the door. Right away, I can tell this is his room. It smells like him and exudes a masculine feel, with its black furniture and grey accents. He has a king bed with a soft grey down comforter. Several pictures are displayed on his dresser. I start to snoop around when he picks me up and carries me over to the couch. He sits down with me on his lap.
“So, where were we a second ago?” he asks as he nibbles on my lips.
“I thought you were concerned about Lowell?” I tease him as I move my head to the side.
His lips trail down to the spot on my neck, and I arch in response. Shifting me to the couch, he repositions us to lay next to each other. My hands automatically move towards his shoulders, smoothing his muscles. He continues his assault on me as he uses his tongue to flick that hot spot. Moaning, I arch up. His knee comes in-between my legs and pushes them apart so he can settle between them. As his weight comes down on me, his cock nestles against me, and I wrap my legs around him.
When this man wraps his big body around me, it’s delicious. He’s all hard muscles and warm like the sun. He makes me feel tiny and feminine and protected. I pull his mouth back to mine and kiss him hard. My kisses are deep, with a razor-sharp edge of desire, as I take the assault to him.
I strip off his shirt, needing to see and touch him. My hands trail down his warm body, stopping to flick his nipple and lightly score my nails across his lower abdomen. Groaning, he pulls me up and whips off my sweater, T-shirt, and bra in two seconds flat. When he goes to push me back down on the couch, I refuse, telling him I want to sit up. He repositions himself on the couch, and I straddle him.
“This is one of my favorite positions.”
Grinning, he reaches out and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “Mmm, I can see the appeal.”
His large hands move up to cup my breasts, lightly stroking over my nipples with his thumbs. While he is busy playing with my breasts, I lean forward to taste him, starting with his neck. My hands and mouth move all over him, nibbling on his neck as my hands flick over his nipples. His hips grind up as I hit sensitive spots, and he moans. Seeing his response to me is exhilarating. The last time Collin and I were intimate, he ridiculed my attempts to please him, and I hadn’t realized until this moment how much I needed this reassurance from Lev.
“I want to touch you,” I murmur, stroking my hand over his cock through his jeans.
Looking at me for a second, he suddenly stands with me in his arms, reaches under us, unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out of his briefs. Sitting back down, he positions me further back on his knees, so his cock is between us. The strength he just showed blows my mind, but as I look down at his cock, the thought quickly fades.
His cock is beautiful and thick and standing at attention. My hand reaches out and lightly skims down the side, grasping him, I come back up and roll my hand at the top. Looking up, I watch his face as I continue to stroke his cock up and down. His eyes are dark, and his cheeks flush with desire. Biting his lip, he holds in his moans. Reaching out with my other hand, I pull his lip from his teeth.
“Please don’t. I need to hear what you want, what you like, how it feels.”
Grasping him tighter, I stroke him again. He groans loudly, “Fuck, that feels good, sweetheart. I’ve wanted your fucking hands on my cock since I met you. The only thing better than your hands would be those sweet lips of yours.” As he talks, his hips start to thrust upwards as I go back down. Picking up the pace, I alternate between watching his face and watching his cock. Cum drips out of the top. Using my finger, I swipe it up and taste him. “Fuck me,” explodes out of his mouth as he watches me lick my finger. “Taste my fucking cum, sweetheart. It’s all for you. Nobody else.”
Rolling up my hand, I catch another drop, but this time I use it to lube his cock so I can go faster. He groans, and his hips thrust up in time with my downward strokes. Faster and faster.
“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s it. Grip my cock tight. Just a little faster. Almost there.”
He pants, his body straining as he works to reach his orgasm. His hand grabs on to mine, holding it tight to his cock as he gives three hard thrusts before suddenly clamping down, shouting, and coming hard. His cum squirts on my breasts, his chest, and our hands. With his eyes closed, he sits there a minute, trying to recover his breath.
Finally, he opens his eyes, looks at me and says, “I’m a lucky bastard. Thank you.” Smiling, he reaches in to give me a kiss.
He opens his mouth to say something else when his phone buzzes. He looks at the clock on the wall. Scooping me up, he ignores it and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me on the counter, he grabs a washcloth, turns on the warm water, and cleans us both. The cloth is tortuous, as I’m still turned on and aching to come. As it swipes across my breasts, I moan. Lev leans down to kiss me just as a knock sounds on the door.
“Damn it. That will be Lowell,” he explains as he throws the cloth on the sink. “If you don’t mind, why don’t you go with him so I can start dinner?”
Groaning, I hop down from the counter and walk over to pick up my clothes from the floor. Bending over, I hear a groan from behind me and turn to catch Lev staring at my ass. Shaking with laughter, I turn towards him as I get dressed, making sure to cup my breasts fully to put them in my bra. He groans. A knock sounds again.
Lev rolls his eyes and angles his head to the door. I motion for him to open it. Raising his eyebrow, he grins.
Lowell strides in and stops abruptly as he sees me in my bra. Pulling my tank top from the floor, I pull it on, taking an inordinate amount of time to smooth out the wrinkles. Grabbing my cardigan, I fold it over my arm, as I’m too hot to put it on right now.
