He's staring at me like I'm the most incredible thing he's ever seen.
"Fuck," he breathes. "I can't believe you're single when you look like this."
"You can see I'm overweight, right? That's not exactly what most guys are looking for."
He shakes his head slowly, his eyes never leaving my body. "I don't care about 'most guys.' I care about what I want. And what I want is you, exactly like this, soft and gorgeous and so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you."
Before I can respond, he's moving. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, and I gasp at the sensation. His hands slide around my back to unhook my bra, and then that's gone too, falling to the floor.
My breasts are exposed now, heavy and full, and he pulls back just enough to look at them.
"Perfect," he murmurs, then leans down to kiss the upper curve of my breast.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he works his way across my chest. He takes his time, kissing every inch of skin he can reach, and when his mouth finally closes around my nipple, I make a sound I've never heard myself make before.
"Levi," I gasp.
He hums against my breast, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body, then moves to give the other the same attention. By the time he pulls back, I'm trembling, and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet.
But he's not done. He kisses down my belly, and I tense slightly. This is the part of my body I'm most self-conscious about, the roundness that won't go away no matter how much I work out.
He must sense my hesitation because he looks up at me, his hands still on my hips.
"You're gorgeous," he says firmly. "Every single inch of you."
He continues his path downward, dropping to his knees in front of me, and I’m speechless. He's on his knees, looking up at me like a man starving, like a man who needs to feast on my pussy or he'll die.
His hands move to the button of my pants. "Can I?"
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He undoes the button, slides down the zipper, and slowly pulls my pants down my legs. I step out of them, and then I'm standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
Levi sits back on his heels, just looking at me, and I have to resist the urge to cover myself.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he says quietly. "How many nights I've lain awake thinking about you, about touching you, about tasting you."
"Levi..."
"Tell me what you want, Maya." His hands rest on my thighs, thumbs stroking gentle circles against my skin. "Tell me how far you want to take this tonight."
The question grounds me, reminds me that this is real, that I have a choice, that he's giving me control even as he kneels before me.
I reach down and cup his face, feeling the rough texture of his beard against my palms. "I want everything," I tell him honestly. "I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to know what you taste like. I want you inside me." Heat floods my face but I push through. "I want all of it, Levi. I've been dreaming about it for weeks."
His eyes go darker, if that's even possible. "Everything," he repeats, his voice rough with promise.
"Everything."
He hooks his fingers on the waistband of my underwear and looks up at me one more time, silently asking permission.
I nod.
He pulls them down slowly, and then I'm completely naked in front of him, exposed and vulnerable and more turned on than I've ever been in my life.
Levi's hands slide up the backs of my thighs, and he leans forward to press a kiss just above my knee. Then another, higher. Then another, working his way up my inner thigh with agonizing slowness.
"You smell so fucking good," he murmurs against my skin. "I can't wait to taste you."