N. Walters - Past Promises

He had a light patch of hair in the center of his chest that angled down toward his navel, thinning as it went lower. Her finger slowly traced that line of hair.

Linda suddenly realized Levi was no longer moving. His hands were frozen on the zipper of her slacks. He sucked in his belly as her hand played along the waistband of his jeans.

“Touch me.” He arched his hips upward, reaching for her hand.

Using her index finger, she traced the hard line of his zipper. Levi swore, grabbed her hand and placed it solidly over his erection. She could feel the heat and the pulse of it through his jeans. Her fingers closed around him and she moved her hand up and down, learning his size and shape.

He yanked down her zipper and pulled her slacks and underwear down her thighs, shoving them toward her feet. Going down on one knee in front of her, he pulled off her shoes before tugging away the wad of fabric circling her ankles. She helped as best she could. And then her legs were free.

Levi grasped her ass in his hands as he stood. Lifting her, he squeezed both globes, his fingers hot against her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her hands against his shoulders, pressing her sex against the hard planes of his stomach. Her clit throbbed as moisture seeped out to coat his belly.

“Hold on,” he ordered. He ripped open the front of his jeans. She heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open and he fumbled briefly. Then she felt the broad head of his penis searching for her opening. Levi held her hips steady, pressing past the initial resistance of her body.

She hadn’t done this in a long time. Her body was tight. Linda tensed in spite of her best efforts not to.

“Relax,” he crooned. “We can take it slow.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him. Every muscle in his body was tense and a light sheen of perspiration coated his chest and shoulders. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the invasion, but it didn’t happen.

She opened her eyes and found Levi watching her. The moment their gazes met, he pushed inward another inch.

Her body, so ready for him, gave way easily. The heat from his body surrounded her. His cock pulsed inside her like a heartbeat—slow and steady.

“More.” She squirmed, trying to get closer.

Levi held her steady, fighting her, fighting for control. Linda leaned inward and nipped at the sensitive skin on his neck.

“Linda!” He roared her name, driving forward in one long, hard stroke and burying himself to the hilt.

She gasped and then moaned. He stretched her and filled her to the point of pain, but it passed quickly as her body adjusted. Pleasure drove out any feelings of discomfort as Levi bent his knees and withdrew almost to the tip before driving forward again.

Linda gripped his upper arms, moving her body in rhythm with his. The door was hard against her back, her bra and blouse still tangled around her upper body, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding release.

Pressure built low in her body as Levi pounded into her over and over. Linda gasped for breath, tightening her thighs around his waist. “Close,” she moaned.

His strokes got quicker. Harder. He angled her hips so her clit was pressed against the hard planes of his stomach with each stroke. She could feel the first twinges starting deep in her body.

The explosion was instantaneous. She cried out. Every muscle in her body clenched and released. Her pussy clutched his cock with each stroke, pulling it deeper inside her.

Levi yelled and pushed deep one final time. The ripples from his orgasm made her catch her breath. He leaned heavily against her, his forehead touching the door, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.

Quivers shook her body and she knew she would be in a heap on the floor if Levi wasn’t holding her up. A cramp in her leg caught her off-guard and she groaned. Unhooking her legs, she let them fall back to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Levi was alert immediately. She could see the concern etched on his face as he withdrew from her body.

“Cramp.” Linda stretched out her leg and it subsided. She cursed the cramp, wishing Levi was still buried deep inside her. She wasn’t ready for the interlude between them to be over. But from what she’d read in magazines, and from her experience with her ex, she knew men were different. He’d probably want her to go.

Feeling suddenly vulnerable and aware of her nudity in a way she hadn’t been before, she tugged her blouse closed without even trying to hook her bra. She was reaching for her slacks when Levi swore under his breath. She glanced his way and her breath caught in her throat.

It wasn’t fair how good he looked. His hair was tousled and his chest gleamed in the candlelight. He’d yanked up his jeans and zipped them, leaving the button undone. She had no idea what he’d done with the condom. She felt sticky and uncomfortable, while Levi just looked plain sexy.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

She flinched at his words. Obviously, his world hadn’t been rocked in the same way hers had. Holding her slacks in front of her while she tried to untangle her panties, she gave him a smile. It felt brittle and fake. “Sorry about that. Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of your way.”

“Fuck!” Levi grabbed her slacks, but she held on, not willing to give up their dubious protection. “That’s not what I meant.” He released her pants and raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. I was rough with you. You deserve better.” His golden-brown eyes examined her from head to toe.

“Pound her against the bloody door,” he muttered so low she knew he hadn’t meant for her to hear him. He looked down at the floor, rubbing one hand over the back of his neck.

Linda blinked as she watched him. He wasn’t sorry they’d had sex. He was mad at himself for not being gentle with her.

“It’s okay.” She smiled and this time it felt more natural. “I didn’t mind being pounded against the bloody door.”

His head jerked back up. Every ounce of his attention was on her.

“In fact, I enjoyed every minute of it.”

Levi would have kicked his own ass if he could’ve reached it. Not that it would have helped matters any. What was done was done.

He was just grateful Linda wasn’t running screaming from him. Yes, she’d come. He’d made sure of that before taking his own pleasure. But he’d been rough and hard. And he’d taken her for the first time against the damn door.

So much for his plans of taking it slow and coaxing her into his bed. He’d been all over her like some damn marauder, pounding into her until they’d both cried out.

His body hummed with pleasure and his cock was getting hard again. Linda made him feel like he was sixteen again, not a man staring forty in the eye.

She stood there looking more beautiful than ever. Her hair was sticking up on end, her lips were moist and her skin was damp with sweat. And he could smell her. The scent of roses mixed with the raw smell of sex. It might be barbaric, but it turned him on.

What he didn’t like was the look of uncertainty on her face and the fact that she felt she had to hide her body from him after what had just happened between them. He’d messed up again when he’d sworn and said it shouldn’t have happened. Linda had taken it the wrong way and he’d tried, in his own inept way, to correct that assumption.

When she spoke, his attention was riveted to her. Tension melted away when she smiled and said she’d enjoyed it. He felt the corners of his mouth turning upward. “I enjoyed every minute of it too.” Reaching out, he cupped her chin in his hand. “But I still should have been more gentle with you.”

He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. Her eyes lost focus and her lips parted. Small puffs of breath caressed his thumb. She was still aroused.

She swallowed, the slender column of her neck rippling. “It was…” she broke off and gave a shaky laugh. “It was good. Real good.”

“I can do better.”

Linda seemed to hold her breath, her eyes growing even wider.

“I barely got started.” He let his hand slide down her neck. The pulse there beat frantically. “You mentioned a bath earlier. How about you get a bath and we’ll go from there?”

She licked her lips. “Okay. A bath would be…good.” She shook her head and sighed. “I’d like a bath.”

Levi reached down and scooped her into his arms. The wool pants she’d been clutching tight in her hands fell to the floor, forgotten, as she grabbed onto him. For such a tall woman, Linda hardly weighed anything. He frowned as he carried her toward the bathroom. He’d have to feed her more often.

Linda slid one of her hands around to the back of his neck and rested the other one against his chest. Her head was nestled into the curve of his shoulder. Levi didn’t want to put her down. Only the thought that he’d get to hold her throughout the long night ahead allowed him to release her.

He let her legs down slowly, holding her until she was steady. The small window and the street light just beyond gave him more than enough light to work by. He had excellent night vision, which had come in handy in his former profession.

Leaving her leaning against the vanity, he flicked on the taps in the tub, fixing the water until it was the right temperature. It was a large, claw-foot tub that he’d refinished, bringing it back to its former beauty. He was glad that Linda had found two of the old-fashioned tubs at the salvage yard when she’d been searching for one for her apartment. While he’d worked on it, he’d imagined what she’d look like lounging in it, naked and wet. His dick stirred again, reminding him he was still wearing a condom.