As Levi and Havana left campus together, the tension from earlier felt like a distant memory. The soft dusk wrapped around them, and their laughter echoed down the sidewalk. Levi's arm brushed against hers as they walked, and neither of them pulled away.
"You know," Levi said with a teasing smirk, "if I survive this field trip, I deserve a reward."
Havana glanced at him, arching an eyebrow. "A reward? For spending a week outside with tents and bugs?"
"Exactly," he said, lowering his voice just slightly. "Tents don't have what this apartment has."
She bit her lip, shaking her head with a small laugh as he held the cab door open for her.
Once home, Havana slipped out of her shoes and let her bag drop with a sigh of relief. She slowly peeled off her fitted jacket, revealing a snug tank top beneath that clung in all the right places. Levi watched from the couch, eyes following every motion.
"You're staring," she said, walking past him toward the fridge.
"Can you blame me?" he replied, leaning back, arms spread along the couch's top edge.
She returned with two cold drinks and handed him one, but not before straddling his lap with a playful grin.
"So, about that reward..." she whispered, running a hand through his hair.
He chuckled low in his throat, resting his hands gently on her hips. "You're dangerous when you smile like that."
"And you're talkative when you want something," she replied, leaning in closer.
Their lips met—slow at first, then deeper. The tension shifted into heat. The kind of heat that didn't need words, only closeness. As the TV played quietly in the background, the world outside melted away.
They didn't rush. There was time. Kisses became caresses, laughter between gasps, skin against skin. Clothes found their way to the floor, forgotten. They made their way to the bedroom, still tangled up in each other.
The warm steam curled around them like a soft embrace as water dripped gently from the faucet. Havana leaned against the cool porcelain sink, her breath catching slightly as Levi's hands traced slow, deliberate paths along her arms.
His eyes searched hers, deep and steady, reflecting a mix of tenderness and desire. She felt her heart race—not just from the closeness but from the unspoken promise hanging in the air.
They both kiss deeply, and he's not hesitant in the least. He let his hand slide further down her back and over her bum. He's had her so hot, and there had barely kissed. Their tongues swirled in each other's mouths as their bodies pressed into each other. He pulled her little skirt up over her hips and squeezed her nearly naked ass. She certain he didn't feel any panties as her thong was wedged tight into her.
With that, She broke their kiss and placed his hands on her shoulders. Gently, slowly, she slid down onto her knees.
she looked right at his cock; it was long and thick, already half erect in his pants, with the perfect cock outline forcing through the thin material of his slacks. she leaned in to bite it right through his pants.
"Agh, fuck,
you little kitten," he moans.
she slowly pulled his zipper down with her left hand and scratched along the length of his shaft with the nails of her right hand. I might be young, but I know how to tease.
"Fuck me."
He quickly fumbled with his belt to help her get his pants off. They fell to the floor, and his eight inches of swollen cock flopped out on top of her head. She look up at it, and tilting her head back, She slide her tongue along its entire length. She lick the pre cum off its tip, and he moans.
She looked up at him for approval; he nodded and let out a long breath. She sucked its head into her mouth and started to hungrily suck his cock;
She started sliding it into her mouth deeper and deeper with every pump of her fist. She reached up and grabbed his cock mid-shaft with her right hand and began to jack on it's length, her left hand tugging on his sack in perfect rhythm to her sucking.
"Agh, baby doll."
He mutters again.
She started pulling him so deep into her throat began to gag, saliva drooling down her chin. Her left hand is still wrapped as tight as She can around the base of his shaft, Her right hand jacking and squeezing until She was forced to pull off, gasping for air.
With a couple of quick breaths, he sucked it deep back into her, sucking as hard as she could. As she pulled off this time, and with two quick breaths, she pushed her tongue out with the tip curled to a point; she began to fuck the hole at the end of his cock.
He moaned way too loudly for this tiny space.
"Oh god, never has anyone had him so close to cumming so quickly. Fuck, you suck so good."
But all his dreams of fucking her tight hole will evaporate if he let her continue this perfect blow job. "he thought
He pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her up from the floor. He kissed her so deeply, ignoring the drool on her lips. It was an incredibly wet kiss, passionate and intense. He raised her arms and pulled her dress up over her head.
He hungrily lowered his face to suckle her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and erect. He took turns sucking each one into his mouth, nibbling and licking, pulling the flat of his tongue over her hard little points as she started to moan under his tongue.
He lifted her onto the table, pulled off her tiny thong, still buried deep in her vagina. He stepped back to admire her body. He looked down at her already dripping, barely been fucked pussy, and smiled at her. He ordered her to touch it. she looked at him funny.
Touch it, "he repeated"
she placed her middle finger on the upper edge of her button, not even .
"Agh, yes, baby, touch it; I want you to rub your little pussy for me."
He practically drooled.
she slid over her clit and rubbed it in little circles for him. He was mesmerized, and she felt like she was gaining control. Up and down the length of her slit, pushing the steady flow of her juices up over her button.
"Agh, fuck." He moans.
He grabbed his cock and started to slowly slide his hand along its length as he watched her finger herself. she began to moan for him and, without any hesitation, shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. His mouth dropped while increasing the jacking of his cock. she watched him jack that lovely thing while feeling her juices flowing down the crack of her ass and most likely forming a tiny puddle of liquid love on the table.
"Ah fuck." He says
And dropped to his knees. He pushed her knees up near her chest and took the flat of his tongue; he placed it at the base of her ass and drug it up slowly from the bud of her anus to the soft fleshy flap of skin that separates her two holes.
He continued past her vaginal entrance, pulling the liquid love up through her slit and up over her clit. she threw her legs straight up and arched her back.
she couldn't help but cry out,
"agh, Fuck, Fuck"
not caring who might hear.
He was lost in the musky smell of her strawberry spritz and leaking pussy. He practically drank her juices as they flowed from her. Digging his tongue into her and then slurping hungrily as she leaked.
He began to lash at her hole, dragging his tongue roughly over and over the length of her slit. Stopping to suck her swollen little bud between his lips and sucking it into his mouth, digging his tongue into her and thrashing her with abandon.
He started digging his tongue into the folds of flesh that hides her clitoris, sucking hard on it. Digging his tongue back into her hole and literally sucking as hard as he could at the entrance to her cunt, He moved his hand from under her knee to insert a finger into her hungry hole, driving it in and out of her tight little cunt. she felt her vaginal muscles trying to expel the invasion, at the same time urging them deeper into her.
He continued to trash her button, and she felt her chest shake with short, hard gasps. Her breathing started to shorten.
He dug a second finger into her hole and rotated his hand upwards, his fingers massaging the rough patch inside her, directly under her clitoris. With a come-hither motion, he started to coax the juices from her depths. They flow down his wrist while her knees thrash in the air. she tried hard to fuck back at his tongue, with no doubt now of a continuous flow of lady love onto the table.
"Fuck, she can't wait another minute," she shouted
"Just fuck me already."
He stood up between her legs and placed the overly swollen head of his cock right at the entrance to her opening and pushed.
"Agh, fuckkkkk," she squealed.
she arched her back and grabbed the edge of the table
Levi stood still, the steam gently rising between them, his breath slowing as he watched Havana.
"Let's go out," he said quietly, like a challenge whispered into the air.
For a moment, she thought he'd misheard him.
Havana stood there, barely breathing, the heat of the moment still clinging to her skin. Her chest rose and fell with quiet tension, and behind her eyes shimmered something deeper than frustration—something close to hurt. She had never been left this vulnerable, this stirred and unmet.
She turned away from Levi, biting down the swell of emotion threatening to spill. Her fingers found the nearest piece of clothing, more out of instinct than modesty. Wrapping it around herself, she moved toward him without a word.
Her hand reached for his arm—not with force, but with a grip that spoke volumes. It was firm. Needing. A silent question wrapped in quiet defiance.
He looked down at where her fingers held him, then into her eyes. There, he saw what she hadn't said aloud: Don't leave me like this. Not tonight.
The grip on his arm wasn't just about desire. It was about trust. Longing. A silent dare—"This better be worth it."
Levi stepped closer, covering her hand with his, heart pounding.
"Havana..." he said softly, almost reverently. "I didn't stop because I didn't want you. I stopped because I want all of you, not just the moment."
Her lip quivered slightly, her walls shaking but not yet falling.
And in that quiet space between restraint and surrender, something unspoken passed between them—raw, tender, and real.