Page 65 of Getting Wrapped Up

This had to be love. He never thought of sweet normal things during sex.

He felt the telltale ripples of her inner muscles and he knew exactly how to tip her over the edge. And he loved that he knew that.

Levi reached up between them and caught one of her nipples between his thumb and first finger. He rubbed, then tugged and pulled his mouth away far enough to say, “I’m not going to take you with my cock until you come for me like this, Kate.”

She loved dirty talk. Which worked out well, because Levi had a tendency to run his mouth no matter where he was or what he was doing.

He felt her muscles clamp down hard.

“I know you want me deep, honey,” he told her, moving his other thumb over her clit and feeling the way her grip tightened on his shaft. “I know you want me to take you hard and fast, but I need a little sweetness first. Give me some sugar.”

She lifted her head from his cock with a gasp. “Levi.”

Nothing had ever sounded better than Kate saying his name like that.

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy milking me,” he told her. “I can’t wait to fill you up and take you over that edge again.”

She moved against his fingers, her hand stilling on his cock. Levi grinned. She was almost there. She lifted herself, her neck arching, her hair spilling down her back.

She undulated against him and he had to put his mouth back where she needed him. He gave her clit was hard lick, then sucked.

He was rewarded with another gasp, then a cry and he felt her muscles grab his fingers as she came hard. Again.

He let the initial wave of her climax pass, but he needed her and couldn’t wait any longer.

He rolled, taking her with him and tucking her underneath him. Her legs parted and Levi pushed up onto his knees between her gorgeous thighs. Her body was flushed, her nipples hard, the pretty pink flesh between her legs wet and swollen. He could almost feel the soft heat now.

He threw his jacket to the side and ripped his shirt off, scattering the tiny white buttons across the floor. He didn’t take the time to fully shed his pants, instead just pushed them low enough to fully free his erection.

“Get those gorgeous heels up here,” he said, patting his shoulder.

She gave him a mischievous smile, but lifted a sparkly gold heel to his right shoulder. The move parted her thighs further and he had to swallow hard and take a deep breath to keep from plunging in too fast and hard. He took her right ankle and propped that foot on his other shoulder, then with his hands under her ass he pulled her to him.

“I love you, Kate,” he told her sincerely.

He didn’t really know what that all meant, he hadn’t done it before, he hadn’t grown up with parents who had been any kind of role models, but he felt it. It was strange feeling something he didn’t fully understand, but he felt it to his bones. That was the only way to explain the emotions that were so sharp and strong that sometimes they took his breath away. Kate was like a driving force that was lodged firmly in his chest. He wanted everything to be bigger and better andmorefor her. He wanted nothing more than to be the source of her happiness.

Beyond that he was a little lost, but as long as she was smiling and opening her arms… and legs… to him and doing things like sending him photos of the chair across from her at dinner with the captionwish you were here, he thought maybe he was doing okay.

He slid into her slowly, trying to savor the moment, eternally grateful that she was on the pill and they’d already talked about not needing condoms.

The other way he knew he was in love… nothing had ever felt as good as sliding into Kate’s body. He’d been with other women—sometimes a few at a time—, he’d drunk every kind of liquor, he’d even dabbled in some recreational drugs when he’d been really young and stupid and feeling particularly indestructible. He’d made millions of dollars. He’d bungee jumped and driven a race car and mountain climbed. He’d been to the best beaches and cities in the world. He’d had many high moments.

And nothing could ever compare to how it felt to make love to Kate.

He filled her completely, absorbing her groan, grinning smugly as she rolled her head back and forth and begged him to go faster.

He pulled out of her slowly too, loving every damned inch of her.

And then she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“Please Levi. Please, more.”

He thrust a little harder that time, pulled out and thrust again. His strokes were long and deep and the rhythm seemed to build even without his conscious effort. Her body seemed to get hotter and wetter and deeper each time. Her breasts bounced, her breathing became ragged and Levi gritted his teeth, keeping his climax at bay until she’d gone over the summit again.

Then she took control.

There wasn’t much she could do in this position. But there was one thing that never failed to take him up and over the edge hard and fast …

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