“You okay?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
I nod.
“You sure?”
With a light laugh, I nod again. “Yup. Golden.”
“Then let’s get to the fun part.”
With a gentleness I don’t expect, Levi rotates his hips before peppering open-mouthed kisses along my neck, igniting the fire that’s always sizzled between us. That same rush from earlier starts to resurface, and I catch myself meeting his thrusts with my own as my fingers scrape along his back, raising his shirt all over again in search of more skin.
His deep chuckle reverberates through his chest, and I kind of love that it’s still my Levi who’s with me right now.
“You like that, Charlie?” he asks, though I can hear the cocky undertone in his voice.
With a laugh, I murmur, “I may or may not be finally understanding what the big deal is about sex.”
“Is that right?” he teases against my neck as he continues pumping in and out of me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let my in
stincts take over. “Yeah. Let’s see if you can push me over the edge, shall we?”
“That a challenge, Charlie?”
“Uh-huh,” I moan as he angles his hips to hit the perfect spot inside of me. I lock my ankles behind his lower back and hold on for dear life.
Shit, that feels good.
Then it’s game on.
And it couldn’t be more perfect.
I feel like I’m in pretty good shape, but as I roll onto my side in my bed, muscles that I didn’t even know I had scream at me in protest of their extra-curricular activities last night. A light groan escapes me, followed by a deep chuckle as an arm snakes around my hips and pulls me into a hard, warm chest.
Awww, I’m the little spoon, my inner girl squeals.
“Good morning,” he murmurs against my ear before planting an open-mouthed kiss against my neck.
“Morning,” I croak.
“Feeling sore?”
“How could you tell?”
“Because you made that same sound after I convinced you to run a marathon with me a year ago.”
I groan. Again.
“And this is worse,” I complain, making him laugh even harder.
“But worth it?” he asks.
“Definitely worth it.”
“Good answer. I know we didn’t talk about this last night, but I need you to know that I’m all in. I know you know me, and that I’m not usually one for….” His voice trails off, piquing my curiosity enough to twist in his arms.
“Not one for girlfriends?” I finish for him. The sun is shining in through the window, casting the room in a soft white glow. It makes the guy who just took my virginity look like a freaking angel, which is comical because, you know, he just deflowered me before marriage.