door.
Why hadn’t I locked the door? Damn it! Can’t I just be a little bit sexy sometimes?
“I’m fine,” I called out, “it’s just a little cut…”
He opened the shower curtain and I instinctively I crossed my hands over my chest in an attempt to conceal my nakedness, while trying to balance on my one good leg. I must have looked like an idiot.
“Come out of there, I have some topical.”
“Seriously Levi, I’m okay.”
“Look down,” he instructed.
When I did, I just wanted to crawl under a rock for the rest of my life. Watching my blood go down the drain, staining his bath… it was gross.
“Fine,” I sighed.
I tried to step out of the shower, but he stepped in front of me and picked me up. With me in his arms, he grabbed two towels off of the rack, and we headed into the bedroom. Placing me on the bed, I wrapped one of the towels around myself, while he pressed the second one against my bleeding foot.
Looking at him over, I noticed he was wearing a simple pajama bottom and light cotton shirt… but he also had glasses on.
Even when he wasn’t trying to be sexy, he was sexy, while I, on the other hand, had been busy trying to be sexy, but had instead pulled an Edward Scissorhands on my leg.
Fuck my life.
“Sorry,” he muttered, as I winced when the cream touched my heel.
“Oh please, don’t say sorry, this is embarrassing enough as it is. So much for me trying to be sexy,” I sighed.
He paused for a moment looking up at me like I was crazy— “I came into the bathroom to find you standing under my shower, wet, naked, and beautiful. Then, I got to carry you out of the shower like a man, and now, you’re sitting on my bed, dripping wet, with nothing around you but a towel. The only thing that could make this sexier is this,” he said as he reached up and pulled off my shower cap.
Goddamn it! I forgot I had it on. Why, God? Why?!
“You’re sexy without even trying,” he said, as he planted a light kiss on my kneecap, “now stop ruining this for me.”
I remained silent, allowing him to finish bandaging me up. At least I had finished ninety percent of shaving my legs before I got hurt.
“I’ll finish breakfast, while you get ready,” he said, as he stood back from me.
Reaching up, I grabbed the edge of his shirt, and as I sat up on to the bed, I allowed the towel to fall. He swallowed, his eyes fixated on every inch of me.
“I like you in glasses,” was all I could think to say before he kissed me.
Moaning into his mouth, he lifted me up, moving us further onto the bed.
“You’re killing me Thea,” he murmured against my lips.
“God, I hope not. The week is just getting started!” I grinned, as I took his glasses off and placed them on his bedside table. Reaching for the box of condoms I noted, “You’re running low.”
“A box well spent,” he replied taking it from my hand as I kissed him. It took him only a moment before he grabbed ahold of my waist and started thrusting.
“Hgh…” I moaned, gripping on to him.
When he squeezed my ass, I knew that this round wasn’t meant to be a drawn out affair, he meant to go at it hard and fast. He was on his knees, squeezing my thighs, as he slammed into me over and over again.
“Levi,” I gasped, as I let go of him, and leaned back to grab onto his headboard.
I called his name over and over again, but the only answer he gave to my calls were in the form of short grunts… until he slowed down, much to my frustration.
“What are you…?” I asked.
Opening my eyes, I found him watching me intently, a slight smile lingered on his lips. I knew that he took pleasure in seeing me beg for it. Each slow thrust forward drove me crazy. I wanted him, and he knew it.
“Faster,” I demanded.
But he just smirked, going slower than ever. “I’m sorry, what?”
Damn him.
Letting go of his headboard, I pushed him onto his back.
“I said faster, and if you won’t give it to me, I’ll give it to myself,” I
Why hadn’t I locked the door? Damn it! Can’t I just be a little bit sexy sometimes?
“I’m fine,” I called out, “it’s just a little cut…”
He opened the shower curtain and I instinctively I crossed my hands over my chest in an attempt to conceal my nakedness, while trying to balance on my one good leg. I must have looked like an idiot.
“Come out of there, I have some topical.”
“Seriously Levi, I’m okay.”
“Look down,” he instructed.
When I did, I just wanted to crawl under a rock for the rest of my life. Watching my blood go down the drain, staining his bath… it was gross.
“Fine,” I sighed.
I tried to step out of the shower, but he stepped in front of me and picked me up. With me in his arms, he grabbed two towels off of the rack, and we headed into the bedroom. Placing me on the bed, I wrapped one of the towels around myself, while he pressed the second one against my bleeding foot.
Looking at him over, I noticed he was wearing a simple pajama bottom and light cotton shirt… but he also had glasses on.
Even when he wasn’t trying to be sexy, he was sexy, while I, on the other hand, had been busy trying to be sexy, but had instead pulled an Edward Scissorhands on my leg.
Fuck my life.
“Sorry,” he muttered, as I winced when the cream touched my heel.
“Oh please, don’t say sorry, this is embarrassing enough as it is. So much for me trying to be sexy,” I sighed.
He paused for a moment looking up at me like I was crazy— “I came into the bathroom to find you standing under my shower, wet, naked, and beautiful. Then, I got to carry you out of the shower like a man, and now, you’re sitting on my bed, dripping wet, with nothing around you but a towel. The only thing that could make this sexier is this,” he said as he reached up and pulled off my shower cap.
Goddamn it! I forgot I had it on. Why, God? Why?!
“You’re sexy without even trying,” he said, as he planted a light kiss on my kneecap, “now stop ruining this for me.”
I remained silent, allowing him to finish bandaging me up. At least I had finished ninety percent of shaving my legs before I got hurt.
“I’ll finish breakfast, while you get ready,” he said, as he stood back from me.
Reaching up, I grabbed the edge of his shirt, and as I sat up on to the bed, I allowed the towel to fall. He swallowed, his eyes fixated on every inch of me.
“I like you in glasses,” was all I could think to say before he kissed me.
Moaning into his mouth, he lifted me up, moving us further onto the bed.
“You’re killing me Thea,” he murmured against my lips.
“God, I hope not. The week is just getting started!” I grinned, as I took his glasses off and placed them on his bedside table. Reaching for the box of condoms I noted, “You’re running low.”
“A box well spent,” he replied taking it from my hand as I kissed him. It took him only a moment before he grabbed ahold of my waist and started thrusting.
“Hgh…” I moaned, gripping on to him.
When he squeezed my ass, I knew that this round wasn’t meant to be a drawn out affair, he meant to go at it hard and fast. He was on his knees, squeezing my thighs, as he slammed into me over and over again.
“Levi,” I gasped, as I let go of him, and leaned back to grab onto his headboard.
I called his name over and over again, but the only answer he gave to my calls were in the form of short grunts… until he slowed down, much to my frustration.
“What are you…?” I asked.
Opening my eyes, I found him watching me intently, a slight smile lingered on his lips. I knew that he took pleasure in seeing me beg for it. Each slow thrust forward drove me crazy. I wanted him, and he knew it.
“Faster,” I demanded.
But he just smirked, going slower than ever. “I’m sorry, what?”
Damn him.
Letting go of his headboard, I pushed him onto his back.
“I said faster, and if you won’t give it to me, I’ll give it to myself,” I
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