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from the living room, guided by Levi.  Half their clothing was discarded along the way.  When they reached the bed—a mattress on the floor—Levi pushed her back until she fell back onto the mattress.  The giggle at her lack of grace died in her throat as Levi climbed over her.  The intensity with which he looked at her took her breath away and took all the humor out of the situation.  It wasn’t a forced and exaggerated intensity.   Harley could tell he didn’t realize he was even doing it.  He kissed his way from her ankle to her thighs, watching her reaction as he did so.  Harley normally would have found it uncomfortable and overly exposing propped up on her elbows, watching a guy do that.  But she couldn’t look away from Levi’s blue eyes, and he held the eye contact steadily.
    Finally, throwing her leg over his shoulder, he kissed her most sensitive areas.  In relief, she let go of the breath she had been holding and let her head fall and arched her back.  He broke away suddenly, “Watch me,” he demanded.  Looking up, Harley met his eyes again.  They seemed to glow almost black as he kissed her again.  He wasn’t timid or shy.  He didn’t hold back and tease things along.  He set a pace that consumed him as much as it did her.  It wasn’t long before she had to look away as her muscles tensed and her breath came in short gasps.  She grabbed his hair as she felt her body explode and convulse.  She wasn’t normally overly vocal in bed, but she wasn’t able to hold back the cry that escaped her throat.  Levi didn’t give her a chance to recover; he barely slowed down before coaxing her to climax again.  She lost count of how many times she came.  Her mind went blank as she gave him control.  He back arched off the bed and she gripped the pillows and sheets in handfuls.
    When Levi pulled away from her, Harley collapsed against the bed, gasping for air.  Without hesitation he quickly kissed and nibbled his way up her stomach, to her breasts, her neck and finally her mouth.  He gripped her hair and her hip as he plunged into her.  Again, he hadn’t hesitated or prolonged the anticipation.  The unexpectedness of the contact brought another gasp of pleasure from Harley.  She threw her legs and arms around him, trying her best to not dig her nails into his back too hard as they melted together.
    The sex wasn’t like any other drunk sex Harley had ever had.  He used his teeth and mouth like most people used their hands.  Each sharp nibble to her neck, ears or breast sent chills spreading over her body.  They were able to lock onto each other fiercer than almost-strangers should be able to.  There wasn’t any awkward fumbling or moments of giggling or apology.  It was an experience that thrummed throughout Harley’s body.  She wasn’t used to being able to let go and let a guy take control.  Normally, if she wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself, she had to guide and direct the sex—either vocally or subtly.  Not with Levi, though.  He knew what to do without having to be guided.  He noticed each gasp, shudder and moan and used them as cues to direct himself.  She wasn’t sure how long the sex lasted, but she was almost glad when it ended.  As it was, she was pretty sure she was going to have trouble walking and the intensity was almost too much to bear.  She could barely breathe and her muscles felt like jelly.
    She lay, half straddling Levi, face down on the bed, trying to catch her breath.  Levi lay beneath her but seemed none the worse for the wear.  He breathed deeply but didn’t seem to be over tired.  Someone must be in good shape , Harley thought to herself.  The time since her last drink, the cold night air and the exertion was sobering her up.  She could feel herself starting to wind down.
    “Are you ok?” Levi asked her.
    “Oh, yeah,” she breathed.  She hated it when guys asked that and fought the urge to cringe at the question.  “Are