She nodded, biting her lip, eyes never leaving me as I fished it out of my discarded jeans, tore the packet, rolled it on with hands that weren’t quite steady.
When I came back to the bed, she opened her arms and pulled me down on top of her. I settled between her thighs, careful not to crush her, bracing on my forearms so I could see her face.
“Still okay?” I asked again.
She nodded, hands sliding up my back. “More than okay. I want you inside me. Please, I need you.”
I kissed her, deep and slow, while I reached between us, guiding myself to her entrance. I pressed in just the tip, paused when she tensed, waited until her hips lifted in invitation.
“Easy,” I whispered against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
I pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, feeling her stretch around me, hot and tight and perfect. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, while she wrapped her legs around my hips, urging me deeper. When I was fully seated, we both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“God,” she breathed. “You feel…”
“So do you,” I managed. “You’re perfect. Beautiful. Everything I’ve ever wanted...”
I started to move—slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her adjust, watching her face for every flicker of sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on soft, broken sounds. I kissed her again, swallowing those sounds, moving a little deeper, a little faster when her hips began to roll up to meet mine.
“Like that?” I asked, voice wrecked.
“Yes—God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I found a rhythm—steady and deep, rolling my hips so I ground against her clit with every thrust. She moaned louder, hands roaming my back, my ass, pulling me closer, harder. I slid one hand between us, thumb finding her clit, circling gently while I kept the same slow, deliberate pace.
Her breath hitched, body tightening around me. “Levi—I’m close.”
“Come for me,” I murmured against her ear. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”
That did it. She arched hard, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she clenched down, pulsing around me in waves. I kept moving through it, drawing it out until she was trembling, gasping, clinging to me like I was the only solid thing left.
When the aftershocks eased, I kissed her softly, still buried deep. “You okay?”
She laughed. “More than okay. Your turn.”
I groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “You sure?”
She tightened around me deliberately, making me curse under my breath. “Very sure.”
I started moving again—deeper now, harder, chasing my own release while she held me, whispered my name like a prayer, kissed my neck, my jaw, my mouth. The heat built fast, coiling low in my spine.
“Becca—”
“Come inside me,” she whispered. “Please. I want to feel it.”
That broke me. I thrust deep one last time, buried to the hilt, and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing inside her while she held me tight, legs locked around my hips, nails scoring lightly down my back.
We stayed like that—sweaty, tangled, breathing hard—until my arms started to shake. She curled into me immediately, head tucked under my chin, one leg thrown over mine.
I kissed the top of her head. “You’re like a dream come true,” I murmured. “I can’t believe this is real.”
She smiled against my skin. “So are you.”
We didn’t say anything else for a long time—just held each other in the quiet dark, listening to the river outside, feeling the steady beat of each other’s hearts.
Chapter 24
Becca
