“Come to your bed, you sweet silly man.”
He blinked groggily. “I wasn’t sure.”
“Just come on.”
The three of us went back upstairs and fell into bed. Well, except Ripley, who burrowed into her little cot on the floor. There was no hesitation as he lifted his arm so I could tuck up next to him. I was back asleep in an instant, sucked into the warmth of him. The last thing I remembered was the soft kiss brushed against my temple and the feeling of safety brought on by his arm around me.
My body woke before my mind.
I knew that because, by the time I had any semblance of being awake, my back was already arching, ass rubbing against hardness. Kisses were being placed on my neck as Levi’s rough hand cupped and teased my breast. His heavy leg moved between me, and the thickest part of his thigh ground into me until I was turned almost on my stomach.
My underwear was already damp, and a tingling readiness pulsed heavy in my abdomen.
My eyes remained closed as I focused only on sensation. It gave every touch and sigh a dreamy quality.
His other hand, the one not driving me wild while toying with my nipple, slid between my body and the mattress, finding my core. Expertly, he pet the areas I needed as I writhed, all but humping his hand. Push down, and my clit hit just the right spot. Arch up, and his hard cock pumped along my backside. It was a win-win.
“Claire?” he whispered against my ear.
“Hmm?”
“Are you awake?”
“No. I’m dreaming. Please never wake me up.”
His deep rumble of laughter raised the hairs on my neck and had me clench around the air. I needed him in me, above me, filling me. We’d waited long enough.
“I need you awake for my plans.” As he spoke, he dipped a finger into my core, and he pressed harder above me, causing me to groan from the exquisite weight of him.
“God,” he gasped out. “You’re so wet already. How are you so wet already?”
“I think our bodies may have been going at it for a while.”
He turned me over so that I faced him as he hovered above me, balanced on his elbows. His tender gaze moved over my face. I studied him in return as intense pressure filled my chest.
“How are you so beautiful in the mornings?” He dipped his head to kiss my neck and chin and that little spot by my ear that he found.
I yawned and covered my mouth with the back of my hand. “You should talk.”
He grinned down at me, the gentle light of the early morning softened by the curtains still backlit him enough to make him seem to glow. His dreamy eyes were so entrancing, and his disheveled bedhead was laughably charming. He was the picturesque view. I could get quite used to seeing this every morning. The revelations of last night, the plans to move to Chicago, it all threatened to taint this moment like a storm on the horizon.
Instead, I lifted my head to place a tentative closed-mouth kiss on his. It was a question about where this was going and maybe a little bit on our stance on morning breath.
But that was what was so weird. I was so pliant for this man, so flexible in all things. Qualms and trivialities with anybody else that bothered me so much before didn’t matter with Levi. Being with him felt so natural. Where everything else required effort, Levi was easy and necessary.
His tongue slipping into my mouth, his slow lowering of his body on mine, it all felt right and natural. We kissed for a long time, hands intertwined in the other’s hair. I broke apart to slip out of my clothes as he did the same. No words were exchanged. Again, a natural understanding and progression.
We kissed deeply, naked bodies rubbing. My nipples rubbed against his chest, luxuriating in the forgiven feeling of his coarse hair against my smooth skin. His calloused hands moved relentlessly over my calves, hips, ass, back, and abdomen. Anywhere he could reach was subject to his exploration, and my urge grewstronger with every new body part memorized under his touch. Toes gripped at nothing, hips rocking forward in a syncopated rhythm.
We both gasped when the motion caused his incredibly hot and hard length to slip between my clenching thighs. I was slick and ready for him to slide into me, but he maintained more self-control than I had by simply rocking back and forth so that his blunt tip teased my soaking clit and folds. It brought me close to a precipice I wasn’t ready to fall off yet.
He shifted away, a brief shock of cool air before the sound of a condom being unwrapped and rolled on.
When he returned, hovering above me, his head fell back, revealing his beautiful, strong neck to me. My hands grasped at his body. A frantic energy, racing to that final destination, made me mindless with want.
Spreading my knees wide, I arched my back to pull away from him. I slid my hand between our bodies to find him hard as iron, large and intimidating. I swallowed, holding his gaze, and lined him up.
A tremor passed through his body as I pressed just the head of him to my entrance, already meeting my first hurdle.
