Page 57 of Finding Her Strength

Our breathing is heavy, the little water that’s left in the tub laps at our skin. Hope’s hands run across my shoulders and back while mine do the same to her. It’s soothing as we both come down from our heightened states.

“I love you so much, Hope,” I whisper against her lips. She gently kisses me despite the grin on her face.

“That’s good because I’m not letting you go.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, raising my eyebrow. Hope’s giggle has me melting, my smile growing even bigger.

She nods her head, happiness radiating off her in waves.

“Good because I wouldn’t let you.”

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HOPE

Iclench the sheets hard, my whole body tightening. I’ve never felt anything quite like this in all my life. Levi’s tongue continues its devious strokes across my center. He keeps switching the speed: slow, decadent laps and sucking pulses, then fast, hard drives. It’s maddening. And incredibly arousing.

“Levi, please.”

“I told you I was going to draw this one out. I can’t send my girl to work anxious about the day.” I can barely see his wicked grin before he lowers his head back down.

“You’re going to kill me, I swear it.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” he whispers against my skin.

All I can do is groan and fall more in love with the crazy man, even if he is torturing me.

I think he takes pity on me when he adds his fingers into the mix, first one then another. His tongue starts a steady rhythm, making my body climb higher. I didn’t think it could get any better, but somehow, Levi makes it happen.

He sucks my clit deep into his mouth, and I explode into a million pieces. Absolutely decimated by this orgasm.

I barely register Levi moving over me, kissing my stomach, my breasts, and up my neck before finally landing on my lips. His cock rubs across my wet flesh, the sensitive nerves making me moan into his mouth. When I tip my hips, Levi presses into me, his chest rumbling with a growl.

I love the sounds he makes and that I’m the one drawing them out of him. It’s a powerful feeling.

Levi runs his hand up my arm, pulling my hand above my head. Instead of feeling restrained, it feels intimate as he threads his fingers through mine, connecting us on every level possible.

Hands, lips, bodies.

His thrusts begin gaining in speed as need pushes past his control.

“God, you're incredible,” I moan.

“Only because of you, my love.” He kisses me slowly despite the speed of his thrusts, and I crest the ridge again, pulling Levi over with me. We groan in unison, our orgasms crashing together in a spectacular wave of pleasure. Our love surrounds the room so heavily, I feel as if it’ll imprint on my heart forever. No matter what happens.

Wrapping my arms around Levi, I pull him closer, hoping the moment will last longer than the few minutes it takes for our breathing to slow. I’m not ready for my brain to start working in overdrive again. That’s what prompted this little session, to begin with.

After a kiss on my shoulder, Levi pulls out, and we both head into the bathroom to clean up. I wish we could stay in bed the rest of the day, hiding in our bubble so I wouldn’t have to think about work or the future. Or the phone call.

I force myself to stop those thoughts in their tracks. I’ve gone round and round in my head to the point I don’t even know what’s up anymore. I have too many other things to worry about than what the phone call could possibly mean.

Today, I am interviewing candidates for a part-timeposition to help with the additional business I’ve been getting. After the function a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been inundated with calls for more orders than I can handle. Levi finally convinced me that hiring another person would both help the store and keep me sane. Even with adding an extra set of hands, I still won’t be able to accept all the requests, but it should help when my focus needs to be on an event instead of everyday customer orders.

Levi wrapped up the Silvey project last week and is now spending all his time at his new house. He’s still overseeing most of the other projects his company is working on, but he doesn’t have to be on-site full time until he’s done with his house.

He’s getting close to being able to move in. The renovations aren’t anywhere close to being fully completed, but the kitchen will be finished soon, as well as the living room, so he’ll have all of the necessities to live comfortably while he renovates the rest of the rooms. Although, he hasn’t mentioned anything about moving into the new house when he’s able to.

We don’t technically live together right now, even though a good chunk of his clothes are in my closet, and he sleeps here every night. We never talked about him officially moving in, it just sort of happened. Not that I’m complaining. I love having him here in my space. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he decides he wants to move into the new house when he can.

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