Chapter 27
Claire
Levi and I ended up talking well into the night. I was so emotionally drained that I must have drifted off. I remembered being on the couch and feeling the weight of sleep pull me under, but I felt too at peace to disturb the status quo.
I vaguely remember him scooping me up and carrying me upstairs.
Now, I sat up and looked around groggily from Levi’s bed. Again. My phone said it was after four a.m. I felt lighter. Not happy. I was still concerned about the future, the article, and my career, but I wasn’t spiraling. I had spun out, launching myself to another planet of numbness and denial, but Levi had grabbed me and brought me back to Earth. He’d cared enough and been patient enough to help me work out what I couldn’t understand .
As always, Levi understood what I needed before I had.
I went to the restroom before padding down to the living room to find him on the couch. He slept on his back, legs hanging off the couch, an arm slung over his face, and Ripley taking up the other half. She lifted her head and lowered it, unimpressed to find me.
I shivered in the cool air before heading over to him. I gently shook him awake.
“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 grew stronger 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.
“We’ll go slow,” he said.
I nodded and tried to relax back.
“I’ve got you.” He bent to kiss me again, hovering just where he was until my muscles relaxed again and the need to be filled surpassed anything else.
Inch by inch, my body made room for him. When he finally pushed to his hilt, we both gasped out.
“You’re so good. You’re doing so good,” he whispered.
Heat suffused me with his tender praise. My body clenched to take him deeper, spurring him on. His words came faster, more muffled and frantic. “You are so incredible. You feel so good, you know that? You’re so hot and wet and perfect for me.”
My head pushed back into the pillow, and I gripped his hard ass as I met his demanding pace. I pushed us faster, loving how good he filled me, sliding in and out of me. Our frantic breaths filled the air, the sounds of our bodies colliding.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you so hard. I’m going to take you again and again. I’ll never have enough.” On and on, he spoke all the dirty little things I never knew I needed to hear. He held my gaze and pressed his forehead to mine, sharing my breath as we pushed higher and higher. It was so intensely beautiful I broke away, clenching my eyes shut as sensation ratcheted me up. He filled all my senses as deeply as his hard cock filled my core.
I coiled tighter and tighter.
“Yes, just like that. So good. So perfect. Gorgeous.”
His hand slipped between us and slid against my swollen bud. It was the final push I needed to crash into my orgasm. I screamed out, vocal for the first time, as wave after wave passed through me.
Above me, Levi continued with his praise, his hips jerking more erratically after waiting for my final pulse.
“Fuuu—” he called out, and hot pulses spasmed into me .
He stayed in me a minute longer. We both remained quiet, me certainly in a state of bliss. Occasionally, an aftershock would pulse through me, clenching him. He’d groan and mumble something about killing him as he pressed up into me, still hard even now.
It was too good. It was so unbelievably, bone-meltingly good.
I never thought it could be like this. My rational mind always thought people exaggerated the connection that came with this level of intimacy. I’d had tastes of it when he got me off with his fingers and tongue, but this connection was next level. Primal. With him rocking inside me, holding my gaze, as some tender emotion pulled at his brows, I was connected to every atom of my being. I’d never been so in touch with my body or this level of emotion.
I might not ever be able to process this. Too many new things were happening inside my body and mind. It was more than this incredible physical connection that I shared with him after never experiencing anything even close before. It was how he doted on me time and time again. How he took care of me and understood my needs long before I did. How he made looking after me, knowing me, being with me so effortless. He made it seem as though I wasn’t strange or a burden to be born. I couldn’t understand it. It didn’t match up with my experiences so far, and it didn’t help me understand the future. It was wild, unventured lands.
Even after I slipped away to use the restroom and come back, Levi’s touch was confounding in the multitude of feelings that it brought with it .
Wasn’t this supposed to just be for fun? It was fun. But why had that felt so heavy, or maybe deep? Why wasn’t I able to just crack a joke and move on?
What the hell was I going to do now? Where were the rules that would help me understand this intimacy?