Chapter 15 Tess #2
I looked away, embarrassed. “I haven’t”—I covered my face, trying to find my voice—“I haven’t shaved. I wasn’t planning on this happening right now.”
He pulled my hands away, kneeling over me. “You think I care about that?”
“You don’t?”
He let out a huff of amusement. “Tess, I finally have you in my bed after wanting you for what feels like eternity, the last thing on my mind is whether or not you shaved.”
Well, now I felt silly. “Oh.”
One of his dimples popped. “Yeah. Oh.” He leaned down, kissing me until every insecurity fled my mind. “Now spread your legs so I can make my wife feel good,” he murmured against my lips, no trace of humor in his voice.
They fell open instantly, and he gave me a wicked smile, pleased. I felt that look all the way to my toes. I gasped as he palmed my pussy roughly over my panties.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” My eyes fluttered shut when he found my clit, rubbing it slow and hard. “Ruined these cute little panties.” I slung my arm over my face, unable to take the dirty talk, and I think he knew it, too.
“Yes,” I choked out, arching into his hand.
“Should I take them off?” I nodded, nervous at the idea of him seeing me completely naked, but I wanted it. I wanted him to see me, to make me feel good, like he said.
They slid off my legs seconds later, the only sound in the room Levi’s heavy breathing. He looked like a man possessed, taking in every inch of me laid out before him. “Fuck, Tess,” he breathed, his chest heaving. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My heart stuttered, my chest tight. Jeremy had never spoken to me like that, like my body was something special, and not something to be ashamed of. Heat spread through me, equal parts nerves and want. I clung to those words, desperate to believe them.
“You’re my safe place,” I whispered, reminding myself of what he said the other day. There wasn’t anything to be nervous about. This was Levi. I loved him, and he thought I was beautiful just as I was.
“Yes.” He kissed the inside of my knee. “Always safe with me.”
I watched with bated breath as he slid a hand up my leg, his wedding ring glinting in the light coming through the window.
My head fell back with a ragged moan when his thumb met my clit, giving it a slow, thorough swipe.
The bed shifted, and then he was on top of me, his large, perfect body nestled between my legs.
Heat flared through my veins as he played with my clit, tearing whimpered moans from me, but it wasn’t enough. I felt empty and desperate.
“More,” I whined, my hips bucking against his hand.
Levi chuckled. A dark, seductive thing that had my pussy clamping on nothing. “Who knew my wife was so greedy?”
God, I loved it when he called me his wife.
“I love it, too, babygirl.” My eyes shot open with a gasp. He leaned down, his mouth grazing my ear. “Yeah, you said that out loud,” he rasped and slid two fingers inside me knuckle deep.
“Levi!” I gasped, grabbing his wrist.
“So goddamn tight,” he groaned, pumping into me faster. “Should’ve known you’d be perfect here, too.”
“No,” I cried out when he pulled his fingers free, but it died on my tongue when he put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. My mouth parted, stunned into silence while I watched his eyes roll shut, a low, almost animalistic groan leaving him.
He crawled down the bed. “I want you coming on my tongue instead,” he rasped, spreading my legs wider.
“What?” I squeaked, propping myself up on my elbows.
He looked up at me through his lashes. “Let me taste you, babygirl.”
My heart hammered against my chest, my breathing erratic. “I haven’t—”
He froze. “You’re telling me no one has ever eaten you out?”
Jeremy had never wanted me like that. Shame and embarrassment flared hot in my chest. I bit my lip, shaking my head quickly. He dropped his head with a heavy, shaky breath.
He looked up at me again, his eyes patient, steady, but desperate. “Let me be the first.” His grip on my thighs tightened. “Please, Tess. Let your husband take care of you, let me show you how good you can feel.”
“Okay.” His eyes stayed locked on mine as he leaned down. His breath made me shiver, and he chuckled. My jaw dropped with a gasp when his tongue slid along my pussy to my clit in a featherlight sweep that made me nearly jump out of my skin it felt so good.
“How was that?” he asked, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard.
“Do it again,” I panted and slid my hand into his damp hair, pressing his face back between my legs.
My back met the mattress while he licked and sucked and teased like a man starved.
I’d never felt anything like it. Never had someone so invested in my pleasure.
My fingers curled in his hair, and he groaned, the sound reverberating through me.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out when he slid a finger inside me, curling it up towards him.
Pleasure rushed through me like wildfire, burning me from the inside out.
I bucked against his face, chasing more of it.
Maybe I was greedy, just like he said, because I would never get enough of this.
His other arm went over my hips, keeping me still, helpless beneath him while he did what he wanted. Telltale pressure spun tight low in my belly, threatening to snap any second. “Levi. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
He slipped a second finger inside me, and with one come-hither motion, I shattered. I came with a shrill cry while he sucked on my clit, dragging it out until I was shaking all over. He got up quickly and propped himself over me on one hand while he stroked his cock with the other.
It was easily the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Tess,” he groaned, his muscles flexing as he came, his cum painting my stomach.
He collapsed next to me with a heavy breath, his lips still glistening from eating me out.
“Fuck,” he said between heavy breaths. He turned, his eyes dreamy and soft as he looked at me with something that felt a lot like devotion.
“I made a mess of you, babygirl,” he chuckled, looking at my stomach.
“That’s okay.” I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. “I think I like being messy.”
He smirked. “Noted.” He gave me a quick kiss and got up, going into the bathroom.
He came back out with a warm rag and cleaned me up.
The simple act meant more to me than he’d ever know.
He tossed it in the laundry hamper and laid back down, pulling me close.
Our bodies were sweat-slicked and tangled together, and I’d never felt more at ease in my life here in his arms, looking into his eyes while he played with my hair.
I loved him, loved him, loved him. The reminder came with every beat of my heart.
The words were right there, dying to come out, but I knew it was too soon. I didn’t even know what this meant. Were we together now? Were we still fake married? Real married? Was he going to start sleeping in here?
Levi’s kiss silenced all the questions in my head. It was tender, reverent, and only made me fall for him even more. I might not have said the words, but I hoped he could feel how much I loved him in this kiss. He pulled away, brushing my hair back gently.
I held his hand to my face, running my thumb along his heated skin. “What does this mean?” I whispered, scared to say it any louder out of fear of fracturing the moment.
“Whatever you want it to.”
That was so much pressure. Pressure I didn’t want to deal with on my own. I swallowed roughly, my stomach twisting. “What if I don’t know?”
He rolled onto his side. “That’s okay.” He took my hand, kissing my knuckles and my wedding ring. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And I knew then, I didn’t want to go anywhere either. Not without him, anyway.