Page 65 of Levee

His approving sound vibrated into my chest as he pulled back to watch my face as he worked me for a moment.

Then his fingers were sliding out of me, and we were moving until we were at the side of the bed.

Reaching out, he pulled off my shirt. Then in two quick movements, my bikini top and bottoms were on the floor too.

I moved up onto the bed, shamelessly watching as he removed his shirt and pants, giving me a glorious view of his perfect body, of his thick, straining need.

My own need coiled tighter in my core as he reached down, stroking himself twice as he reached with his free hand into the drawer to grab a condom.

His gaze was on me as he slid it on, the heat in his eyes enough to set the sheets on fire.

I moved flat, then lifted one of my legs, placing my foot on his stomach.

He reached for it, pulling it up straight, and pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle before placing my foot up on his shoulder.

When I placed the other foot on his stomach, he repeated the motion before reaching down for my hips, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed.

When he slid inside of me, it was leisurely. Like we had all the time in the world. Like my body wasn’t crying out for hard and fast to get me to the edge as quickly as possible.

But the intensity in Levee’s eyes had me holding back my pleading for that.

Instead, I sank into the moment, savored the growing intensity, the surprising emotion that grew, spread, made me almost feel weepy as he continued to rock inside of me, his gaze holding mine.

I slid my legs down from his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist, and reached up for him.

Following my silent instructions, he lowered down on top of me, letting me pull and hold him close.

His lips found mine as we moved together.

The journey may have been slower, but the connection made it all the sweeter as, eventually, my moans started to grow as Levee pushed me right to that edge.

He pulled back as my walls tightened around him, as my body tensed, watching me as the orgasm crested. A slow, deep throbbing pleasure that spread until it overtook me completely.

Levee kept moving through it, dragging it out, even leaning down to press a kiss to the edge of my eye where a single tear slid free before he surged deep and came with me.

He rolled off of me afterward, took care of the condom, then reached to pull me up onto his chest, his arms going around me, keeping me there. As if I had any intention of moving.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave,” he said, breaking a long, but pleasant, silence as his fingers grazed lazily up and down my spine and mine traced across a scar on his arm.

“Me too,” I agreed. Leaving off the fact that I never wanted to leave, that I wanted to stay right here like this forever.

“You have to at least hang ’til lunch,” he said.

“I’m not missing out on that mushroom stroganoff,” I assured him.

“He’ll probably make tacos for dinner too,” Levee said.

I pushed up, looking down at him. “Is that an invitation?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. No hesitation. “In fact, I feel like you should stay the night.”

“Okay,” I agreed, snuggling back down on his chest.

I couldn’t push it past that.

The goldfish weren’t exactly high-maintenance pets, but they did need to eat. They were older, more sedentary fish, so they didn’t need to eat twice or three times a day like they used to when they were young and active. And I’d fed them before the gallery.

So if I stayed just one more night, they would only be a little late for a meal. I would just make sure to get moving early in the morning.

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