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, curlingit 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.
16
Levi
Something dug into my cheek. Something that felt a lot like a little, bony finger. I blinked my eyes open, disoriented. It took me a second to remember I was on the couch. It was still dark out, the clock on the wall reading 2:45. Luke was in front of me in his train pajamas, his hair sticking out in ten different directions.
“Wevi,” he whispered.
“Yeah, buddy.” My voice was dry, cracking on the words.
“Can I sweep with you?”
I propped myself up on an elbow, rubbing my eyes and putting on my glasses. “You don’t want to sleep with Mommy?”
