In Another Life

Chapter 143/ Levi POV

Levi POV

Stumbling backwards, my right hand trails up Y/N's spine, finding her neck. Fisting her hair, pulling hard at the root. My free hand lifts her to grind against me.

She was close enough for me to feel just how wet she was through the thin fabric of her jeans, but not close enough for my liking.

Colliding with the table I break the kiss. The glass of whisky spills, rolling off to the ground. Turning slightly to take in my surroundings. But it's short lived, Y/N claims my mouth before I can fully look the other way.

My hand leaves her hair, coming down between us to rub her on top of her jeans. She was wet, warm, wanting. She's everything I've been craving and more.

Another moan leaves her lips, filling my mouth. My hand leaves her drenched sex, fingers stumbling to find the front of my jeans. Ripping my zipper down, I fight with the button. I needed to be inside of her.

Fuck it, the table will do. We weren't going to make it to the bed. Nor did I want her there, not after Gracie had contaminated it.

Turning around I all but slam Y/N onto the table. Her back connecting with the wood the same second my hand finds the front of her jeans. Ripping them downwards, buttons flying everywhere. A single leg left inside her jeans.

Undoing my buttons, her lips meet mine again, a groan I'm incapable of holding in anymore fills the room. A mix between a growl and desire.

Pulling her to the edge of the table, I pull myself free.

"I want it, I want it Levi." Our eyes lock, her brows tugging together. The desire is written all over her face, the same desire that's consumed me for these past years.

What was I thinking, staying away from her? I was a fool? A stupid idiot at best. That was putting it lightly.

My teeth latch with her bottom lip, groaning into her mouth again. My cock meets the most sensitive part on her. Rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, I explore her mouth.

She's wet, so fucking wet.

"Levi please-"

She moans, but I cut her off.

"I haven't had my favorite meal in over 3 years Y/N. I won't be deprived of it now, not for another fucking second." Groaning against her lips I untangle myself from her falling to my knees between her legs. My hands find her hips, tugging her to the edge and closer to my lips.

Her arousal hits me first, the smells intoxicating.

Sex with Y/N was never just sex, we always moved as the same unit. Maybe that's why sex was never.... Never releasing for me with anyone else. I was always just filling time.

This bond was real, we both could feel it. I felt like a animal in heat.

She must have been thinking the same thing, because her fingers laced through my hair. Reaching down for me, she pulls my lips to her drenched ones.

Her taste explodes in my mouth. Both of us moaning out in pleasure.  She dripping already, all the way down to the table.

Her back aches, legs locking around my head. Pulling me in closer, I allow it. My tongue gliding between her wet slit, just to reach her clit. My lips wrap around the sensitive nerve, tongue teasing her her until she's unable to hold still any longer.

She smells amazing, pulling her legs over my shoulder, I pull her as close as possible. Faced with her arousal, I don't hesitate to lick her ass to clit and then all over again. Keeping pace until my tongue begins to feel numb, but I wouldn't stop.