Levi's a simple man, honestly.
He likes cleanliness, seeing everything around him being tidy. He prefers warm drinks and warm weather, but not too warm to make his clothes stick to his skin because of the sweat, in that case he hates it. He enjoys music, calm melodies that bring tranquility to his ears.
He hates when there's too much noise, and he doesn't like long-winded people. Except for you, you get to be as verbose as you want. He loathes who believes to be free to do anything just because of their wealth, and he hates unreasonable and presumptuous people.
He doesn't deem words to be enough when it comes to showing something — whether that might be affection, hate, determination, anything — for he believes in the power of actions. If you know he loves you, it's because he shows you constantly, not just because he tells you. He prefers things to be clear, and that includes whatever might concern you, since you're his wife. To put it plain and simple, that means he also wants everyone to know you're his wife.
Not in a 'oh, she's married' kind of way, but in a 'oh, she's married and that's her husband' kind of way.
And with everyone, he means even that young man that tries to strike a conversation with you whenever you go to pick your daughter up from school. Levi's not a show-off, he'd never make a scene, but he definitely notices what happens around him, and he will take care of it if he thinks it's necessary. You'll never catch him causing a tantrum if he's jealous — which he is because, again, you're his wife — but if he has to put someone in their place, he'll do it. Subtly, slyly, but he will. Well, not so slyly when it comes to you, but that doesn't matter.
See, he's not really the type to indulge in social activities, which it's precisely why he usually waits for you in the car while you're busy waiting for your daughter to come out of class and run into your arms after a long day. The main problem is that there are other parents, other moms and dads, and it happens more than not that you find yourself stuck in a conversation with one of them, he can't risk it. He doesn't have time to listen to other people's issues with their refrigerator, their kid who doesn't behave, or their soon to be married older son.
Not that you do, or that you...enjoy it, but you're better at faking it.
That's why you're confused when you feel a pair of big hands settling on your hips, pulling you closer slightly while you're busy talking to someone else — a boy. Of course, you're immediately aware these hands belong to your husband, you definitely know them well, and you're clever enough not to display your confusion or astonishment on your face at his sudden presence, it would be detectable to the person in front of you.
"So uhm..that's — that's it, yeah. You look really young." Jean repeats, even though he's told you already, and the hands on your hips clung onto them just a little tighter.
"Thank you, Jean. You're very kind." you smile gently at him, maturely, like a mother would do.
The young man meets Levi's condescending gaze only for a brief second, before he scratches his nape bashfully and shifts his attention away. You know your husband like the back of your hand, and the fact he withheld from the comfort of his car to come here, among other people whose only hobby seems that to gossip and tell their business around when you're supposed to do him the favor of spare him the exhausting job, undoubtedly tells you there's something more to it.
Admittedly, you know exactly what it is. See, you can be really mischievous sometimes — bitchy, he'd say — and you can't deny the fact you find the way Jean's eyes linger on your silhouette whenever you get closer to him to be amusing, or the fact that he always looks flustered when he tries to approach you by complimenting your hair, or your new lipstick, or your dress, or even your daughter to be..thrilling. He's a lot younger than you, probably by fifteen years at least, but you're aware this is what he likes.
He has a brother one year older than your daughter, he told you once, and he's the one picking him up to spare his mother the hassle.
"Yeah? Good boy then." you had said at the new given information, he doesn't know how he was able to hide the growing erection in his pants that day.
It's not like he didn't presume you had a husband, he was certain of it, he just didn't really think about it until this point, but now that he's seen him, he's not that willing to put his balls at risk anymore. Or his neck for what matters, because by the look of it, your man seems actually capable of breaking it. Except he chooses to make him suffer by forcing him to watch his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, resting over the fabric of the tight dress you're wearing — and oh god, Jean wishes he could tell you that it hugs your figure perfectly. Actually, Levi enjoys seeing him so frustrated at the thought that he'll never get to have you, or bring you out on a date, or kiss you and fuck you.
He really, really enjoys it.
He feels pride spreading in his chest every time you nestle your head in the crook of his neck affectionately, to let him know you've acknowledged his presence behind you, and he feels it when your ass rubs slightly against his crotch, just enough to make him understand that you know what's going on. Truth be told, you could safely say you were planning this. You're aware he always watches you from the window of his car while he waits for you to come back, and you knew by now he would have surely caught up on your conversations with Jean, that's why you flirted back. Not excessively, of course, but you did want to spur a reaction from him, for you like when his possessive side emerges from the shell.
What awaits you at home is unquestionably worth it.
He's so relieved when your daughter finally approaches you, and it's not a coincidence this is the day of the week she has to spend with her grandparents. If you believe he doesn't know you've been doing all this on purpose, you're wrong and he's about to show you. So you greet Jean politely, right in front of your husband, and go back to the car with your family, ready to drop your little girl off to her gramps' house. Everything goes as usual: Levi asks her how her day was, she tells her about the activities her teachers organized and occasionally throws some funny anecdotes in, and in a bunch of minutes you have to kiss her goodbye for the day, promising her you'll watch a movie together when she's back after dinner, even if she'll most likely fall asleep.
The tension grows thicker as soon as you're left alone, and it only intensifies once you're at home and your shoes are discarded. It's a warm day of spring outside, so no coat was needed. Often, it would happen that you'd go directly to your room to take your clothes off and put on something way more comfortable, before chilling on the sofa with your husband for a while. Honestly, you thought you would at least have the time to do that, but as soon as you approach the kitchen counter and pour yourself some water, Levi's right behind you like a fucking hunter. Not that you mind, anyway.
"Won't even let me refresh in peace, huh?" you tease when his lips find their place on your neck, your voice conveying excitement.
He sneers, you feel his smirk on your skin before he nips at it spitefully, "There's no time for that, I need to teach my wife a little lesson."
His hands travel down your body, fingers skimming over your dress until they settle on your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart while you hang on the counter. The thought of what's about to come makes arousal pool down your panties already, but you know you'll need to be obedient this time, if you want to gain something.
Well, being obedient still doesn't deny you the chance of playing innocent, so you don't refrain from answering his provocation, "Why's that?"
"Jean." he bites the shell of your ear, you have to force yourself not to rub your thighs together when he licks it right after, "Was that his name?"
He recalls the way the single word fell from your pouty lips, the 'J' rolling off your tongue just right, enough to make him imagine how it would be to hear you moan it. You hum in response, pushing your ass back a little, eager for some more friction that you don't receive, because as you imagined, he's not playing easy tonight, distancing you by bringing one of his hands on your spine to keep you from moving towards him again.
It's frustrating, but you decide to be cool about it, "He has a little brother, comes to pick him up every day." you explain nonchalant, "Good boy, right?"
Now that prompts him to react a bit more roughly, and he abruptly cups your cunt with his palm, glad you're not wearing stockings today, that'll make it all easier. Don't get him wrong, he loves when you do, but they're still an ulterior layer separating your skin from his, and he couldn't bother to deal with it right now.
"You seemed to enjoy conversing with him, unless I didn't misinterpreted your pathetic attempts at flirting." he taunts shamelessly, getting ahold of your briefs and bunching them in his hand, before pulling them up and rubbing them in between your folds.
You wish — really wish you could stay put, but his gesture makes your legs tremble in anticipation and your lips part, you're able to control yourself just enough to not moan ridiculously, but you're undoubtedly soaking at this point.
"Pathetic? That's a little mean." you pout, faking touchiness, "You know, I think he's into older women."
He scoffs at your affirmation, lifting your dress to expose your ass before pulling your panties down entirely. It's sudden, the way the air hits your bare cunt once there's no fabric to cover it anymore, and it only serves to fuel your desire.
"And I bet you like that." both of his hands go down to your bare cheeks now, groping at the flesh with his fingers, hungrily and vigorously.
"How could I? I'm a married woman, I'd never indulge in such dirty perversions." and there goes the first spank, hard and decisive.
It stings your skin just right, making your ass jiggle under his gaze and your pussy only get wetter, "Don't lie to me, I know you too well."
Of course you can't escape him, but you're not playing stupid for nothing, right?
"I think it's cute that he'd probably call me mommy." you chuckle, and the thought only makes Levi grow more possessive.
"Are you saying you thought about fucking him?" his teeth are gritted, and his voice comes out a little harsh, but he knows he has nothing to worry about.
"I'm just assuming." you breath out, implying your answer, and you receive another spank.
You moan this time, your knees buckle and he has to encircle your waist with his arm to support you, which tells him just how much you've been craving for this. He bends you down over the counter, you follow his lead without any protest, too eager to have more to stop him. Again, with no kind of warning, one of his fingers slips inside your cunt easily, as you rest your cheek against the marble surface and try to refrain from begging pitifully already.
"You're such a liar." he groans, starting to rub your clit with his thumb to enhance the stimulation — and worsen your torture, "But you just want my attention, don't you? Want me to tell you what a little slut you are for flirting with another man right in front of me, hm?"
Adding another one, he curves his fingers inside you for a while, before starting to pump in and out faster and faster, until you're eventually unable to conceal your moans, and your lips part to let them all out.
"Yes! Oh god — please Levi, just fuck me already." you're straightforward, he appreciates it, but it's still not enough.
He's painfully hard in his pants and he wants nothing more than to get rid of them, and although your punishment is definitely going to end sooner than intended considering his erection, you still have to apologize. He keeps pumping and rubbing against your clit, you can't even close your mouth for a brief second because of the pleasure spreading through your body, not to mention your legs feel as though they're about to give up on you. You're soaked, even more than soaked, you're dripping down your thighs and he moves so fast that the lewd sounds only grow louder and louder as you paw your breasts on your own, pinching your hardened nipples sticking out from underneath the fabric of your dress.
"You might want to be a bit less pretentious and a bit more apologetic, sweetheart." he scolds you firmly, not stopping his ministrations.
You almost grunt in frustration, but you know it will only protract the suffering if you let your arrogance take the best of you, so you comply, "Sorry, 'm so sorry Lev. I won't do it again, I promise!" you whine, propping yourself on your elbows to raise your head, "I just — ngh, I just wanted your attention, wanted you to remind me I'm yours."
He must admit, this is even more than what he was expecting in the first place, considering how bratty you usually are, but it only shows that you're being honest and you really are needy. So he wastes no time unzipping his pants, pulling them down with his boxers just enough to permit his movements and allow his cock to be free, finally.
He slides inside with no warning whatsoever, immediately going balls deep before grabbing a fistful of your hair and hanging onto them as he starts to thrust in and out of your dripping cunt, hips fiercely smashing against your ass.
"That's what I like to hear." he praises, but you're too fucked out to even answer, and before you can gain back some composure, he's changing the position again.
He brings his hand to your throat, wrapping his long fingers around it and forcing you to stand as he pulls you closer and starts kissing your neck. He nips at the skin and suck on it until he's sure he's left several marks, all the while continuing to ram into you relentlessly, as though possessing all the stamina in the fucking planet earth.
"Shit — good girl, taking me so fucking well." his other hand goes to your pussy, fingers taking care of the swollen bud, "Squeezing my cock so hard, are you close sweetheart?"
You do your best to respond somehow, nodding your head and whining in reply, but he's not satisfied by your attempt, and grabs your jaw to shake you from your trance, "Use your words, you were talking so much before, what happened?"
He's good at this, you can't deny it. Actually, from the first time you two had sex you knew you just couldn't lose him, especially given the way your heart flattered whenever he was around. He knows each one of your secrets, even those you think you're successfully hiding from him, and he has every inch of your skin memorized by now. He knows exactly what to touch to turn you into puddle in his hands in a matter of seconds. He knows what to say to make you beg for more, and he knows what to say to make you stop from crying. He's perfect, both sexually and romantically, for you at least, and no other men could please you as well and as good as he does.
"Yes, yes I'm cumming, 'm gonna cum for you." you cry out, there's drool coming out from your mouth at this point, "Please let me." you add, because you know he'd ask you if you didn't.
He lets out a throaty groan, satisfied by your answer, feeling his cock throbbing as your walls clench around him, "You can cum pretty, give it to me and show me you're mine."
The words chanted in your ear bring you to the edge, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as soon as the orgasm washes intensely over your body. Your legs shake and your entire body jolts as he keeps pounding into you, until he reaches his own high and fills you with his cum.
"So good, so beautiful." he coos, both your chests rising and falling heavily while he waits for his balls to gut entirely before pulling out, pushing in with his fingers whatever doesn't manage to stay in.
He knows you won't be able to stand for much longer, so he grabs your chin to pull you in a well deserved kiss, stroking your hair affectionately while the fatigue begins to settle in. You must say, this is definitely better than spending the day on the couch, although you don't mind doing that either.
"I've left a souvenir." he mutters, almost too softly for you to believe he's not being sly, but you catch on the minute his digits skim over your neck, "I bet Jean won't be so chatty anymore."
