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Chapter Twenty-One
Abby
Levi covers my body with his own, the coarseness of the hair on his legs tickling my overly sensitive skin. My heart is pounding in my chest, I’m sure the neighbors can hear it.
“You’re sure? I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I want to make sure you’re really okay with this,” he says softly, running his hand along my jaw and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
God, I love it when he does that.
“I’m sure. There’s no one I trust in this world more than you,” I confirm. His eyes smile down on me moments before his lips claim mine. And holy cow, do they claim. Each kiss is more possessive, more dominating than the one before.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I feel the pierced head of his erection press against my wetness. A gasp slips out from the onslaught of sensations it creates. Not to mention the fact that I haven’t gotten this much action even in the few weeks’ worth of dating Colton.
Without saying a word, I feel him flex his hips and slide into my body, stretching me just as much as he did the previous two times before. I try to relax, to allow my body to adjust to his incredible size, but that piercing moves against the walls of my girly parts and causes my body to go haywire. Whoever said those things heighten the feelings during sex definitely knew what they were talking about.
Our eyes remain locked as he reaches for the guitar leaning against the side of the bed. Taking the instrument in his hand, he places it above my head, never once faltering in his hip movements.
Yeah, he’s that talented.
“Reach up,” he tells me, gently thrusting into me. Placing my hands above my head, he sets the neck of his favorite guitar in my hands. “Grab it.” And of course, I do. “Don’t let go,” he adds before giving me a wicked smile.
Then he starts to move. He’s slow but deliberate, precise each time he fills me, completely. I’m hypnotized by the way his eyes watch me. He scans my face, his eyes lingering on my eyes, before falling slowly down to where we’re joined together. The way his hazel orbs flare with heat as he watches causes me to flex and tighten around him. My grip on the guitar turns white-knuckle taut as I gaze down and see what he’s watching.
When his eyes return to mine, they’re soft and full of unspoken emotions that remind me of something deep and heartfelt. I’m sure it’s just the sex that has that look on his face, but I can’t help but wonder if that look means more than the typical friendship vibes I usually get from him.
“Damn, that’s fucking sexy,” he says, flexing his hips expertly, his eyes locked on where I grip his guitar. His hands trace my arms from my shoulders all the way up to my hands. When he gets there, he wraps his hands around mine and holds me tight.
Words that I shouldn’t say spill to the tip of my tongue, threatening to let fly everything that I’m feeling. We crossed over the friendship line and are toying with a relationship, but this? This is so much more than just caring for someone.
I’m falling in love with him.
Hell, I’ve always been in love with him. Way before I even knew what love was, I’ve felt a connection to Levi. What started off as friendship, early in our youth, has slowly blossomed into full-on love. I know it; I feel it.
I just don’t know what to do with it.
I can’t risk saying it and scaring him off for good. Levi’s skittish about this whole relationship thing in the first place, but to throw labels and titles and big words like love around? That’s suicide for us. So, I bite my tongue and hold in the words I long to say and just revel in the way he makes me feel.
Levi’s piercing hits my G-spot, and I practically see stars. I’ve heard all about this mythical, magical place, but never experienced it firsthand. With Levi, he’s shown me over and over again that it really does exist. And right now, the small barbell of his apa piercing is rubbing me in all the right ways.
I feel myself clenching around him as I get closer and closer to an orgasm. I’m lost in a sea of wonderment when he bends down, whispers words of how gorgeous I am in my ear and plays with my nipple with one hand. His other hand remains locked on my hands, holding on to me as if he doesn’t ever want to let go.
“Only my name,” he whispers, flexing his hips and rotating them in this delicious way that makes me see stars.
“Levi,” I whisper just to see how his face lights up again.
I’m rewarded with a small smile and a deeper thrust. Words evade me as I climb higher, my body tightening around him, taut like a guide wire. Panting, I explode, my eyes glued on his as I detonate like a bomb. He holds his breath as he watches me come, but continues to move inside me. His jaw tightens, his mouth a thin line, yet he continues to watch. Euphoria fills me completely as he finally lets go, releasing himself inside of me with a grunt and the whisper of my name.
He collapses, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His skin is hot and sweaty and sticking to me, but I don’t mind. My entire body is dead weight, even if he wasn’t on top of me. Smiling against his shoulder, I give him gentle kisses. Unfortunately, my own shoulders start to burn, and it’s then that I realize my arms are still pinned above my head by one hand.
Wiggling my hands to gain blood flow, Levi lifts his head and glances up. “Oh, shit. Sorry,” he says sheepishly before letting go of my hands and moving the guitar to the side. Taking my hands in his own, he shakes my arms and moves my fingers, placing a kiss on the end of each of my ten digits.
As exhaustion starts to settle in, I find myself cocooned in the security of his arms. He pulls me snuggly into his chest, my legs tucked between his. I’m wrapped in comfort as my eyelids droop and eventually close. Levi’s hold on me never relaxes, even as he starts to drift off to sleep.
My last conscious thought is not how amazing this feels–and wow, does it feel pretty spectacular–but how will I ever go back to sleeping solo after this.
* * *
Sisters’ night isn’t going the way we planned. It’s not a good day for Meghan, as tomorrow would have been Josh’s birthday. She tried to cancel our plans, but we’re a lot more tenacious than to allow her to sit at home alone, drowning in her tears and wallowing in her misery. This is the first special occasion without him, and his birthday nonetheless.
