“Really?”
I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom. “Really.”
Her hand shakes as she moves it past her hips. She brings up her knees, lowering them to the sheets and exposing her center to me. Placing the heel of her palm against her pubic bone, she lowers two fingers to her clit, swirling nice and slow. She squeezes her lips together, shifting her hips ever so slightly upward into her own touch.
Jesus. I rip the condom open and roll it down my length. I lower over her, and she removes her fingers, but I shake my head at her. “Keep going.”
She does so, and I kiss a trail up her stomach, then latch onto her nipple, tugging and teasing.
“Levi,” she cries out.
I move my hand to circle her other breast. She lifts her hips, her fingers nudging my cock while she works herself up. I kiss her neck and then suck on her earlobe. “Remember what I said about wanting you to ride me?” I work my palms under her back and roll us. Her hands find purchase on my chest as she straddles my thighs, and I grab her just below her ass and pull her forward until she’s hovering above my cock.
“I love that you can manhandle me.” She leans down to kiss me, then stops, her eyes catching on the pillows. She sits straight up, placing her weight on my thighs.
I smile to myself. She’s noticed the sheet set finally.
“Levi, this…”
“I know.”
She blinks at me. “How did you even—? What? Or is this some sort of weird coincidence?”
“There are no coincidences with me. I noticed you were searching for a particular sheet set online, so I did my own digging and found it. Well, I was hoping I found it. Does it match?”
She nods, biting her lip. She delves her hands into the royal-blue fabric, the honeycomb design bunching around her fingers. “Are you stalking me, Levi Soucy?”
“I prefer to call it making sure your every wish is taken care of.”
“Hmm, then I think I need to start looking up my favorite sexual positions.”
I squeeze her ass. “No need for that.” I take a deep breath to calm the surge of jealousy that just spiked. “You can practice on me.”
“Can I now?” she teases, running her hand down my cock.
That first touch has me gritting my teeth so I don’t embarrass myself. I need to pull it together. I cannot explode like a rookie when this moment—here, right now with Tab—is the Super Bowl.
She works her hand over me, lining her pussy up with my tip. Every ounce of willpower I own surges inside to allow her to run the show, and when she finally takes me inside, a nearly inhuman grunt expels from my chest.
I nod. “Fuck yes, you can.”
She moans, lowering herself over me inch by inch, then slightly pulls away, working just the tip inside her.
“You’re killing me,” I growl. I reach up to tease her breasts, flicking my thumbs across her nipples, then circling the faintly darker skin there.
“I don’t want your head to balloon larger than it already is, but you’re the biggest guy I’ve been with.”
My lips curve into that cocky grin. “Say more.”
Her movements even out, taking me a little more each time. On her next descent, I lift my hips, and she moans.
“I think you just touched my uterus.”
“I think we might have to take anatomy class again.”
“No, Levi, I’m serious.” Her breaths come out harder as she rocks into me. Whatever I’m hitting, it’s good because she starts to spiral. “Oh God. Fuck. You feel so good.”
“That’s it, darlin’. Come all over my cock.”
