Page 79 of Stroke of Fate

How we got to the car or what we said to our friends as we left is a fuzzy, unimportant detail. The car ride home is even blurrier.

The second my apartment door closes behind us, clothes get shed and strewn across the floor. Our kisses are hungry and wild. Our lips only break apart when another layer of clothing needs to be discarded.

When I’m down to nothing but my underwear, Levi picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. His arousal pressed against me elicits a moan as he walks us to the bedroom.

Levi gently sets me down on the bed but remains standing. My mouth goes dry as my gaze trails down his smooth body. A body that looks like a work of art, sculpted by years spent in the pool and carved to perfection. I can see every cut, dip, and ridge of his muscles.

I cock my head when he makes no move to join me on the bed. “Are you just going to stand there the whole night?”

His lips quirk. “I’m admiring the view.”

Funny, I was doing the same.

Feeling some of that earlier boldness creep back in, I get to my feet and unclasp my bra. The material falls between us, and my breasts spring free. The growl of approval from him urges me on.

I go to slip off my underwear, but he stops me with a hoarse command. “No, lie back on the bed.”

Without hesitation, I do as he says. Levi hooks his fingers underneath the thin band, peeling the material down my legs until it joins my bra on the floor.

On his knees now, Levi nudges my legs apart, and I let them fall open for him. He trails kisses up the inside of one thigh, forcing my stomach to tighten with anticipation.

I can feel his warm breath on my sensitive flesh, so close, but the feeling of his mouth on me doesn’t come. Instead, he stops altogether, and a groan of frustration leaves me.

“Impatient?” His breath tickles me as he chuckles against my inner thigh.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d just-oh fuckkk.” The first swipe of his tongue through my slit silences any more protest from me.

One hand grips the sheets, the other tangles in his hair as he grips my ass and pulls me closer to his mouth. On instinct, my legs wrap around his neck, and he hums his approval.

“You taste just as fucking good as I remember.” He lifts his head briefly, my arousal coating his lips.

When his mouth latches onto my clit, his movements turn slow and steady as he sucks. I moan as the pressure in my lower half builds.

“Please, don’t stop.” My tongue feels heavy, and I’m not sure if the words sound like complete garble.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Levi murmurs. “Not until you come on my tongue and I lick you clean.”

I don’t know whether it’s his words or the finger he slides inside that has me grinding against him. He adds a second finger, pumping in and out.

Harder.Faster.

When he sucks my clit and applies just the right amount of pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves, my body shakes.

Tiny tremors at first. The feeling only builds until my orgasm tears through me, ripping his name out of my mouth as it takes over.

Levi’s fingers slide out of me, but he doesn’t lift his head. His licks turn lazy and slow.

My body has turned to liquid, and my breath is fast and heavy.

I didn’t know an orgasm could feel like the world has turned upside down and then right side up.

By the time he drags himself away, I’ve mustered enough strength to prop myself on my elbows.

“Do you know how perfect you look right now?” He asks, gaze locked on mine, face filled with an emotion I’d rather not read into.

Emotions mean feelings. And feelings are ammunition for my brain to ruin this moment with a single thought in the wrong direction.

I’m saved from having to respond when Levi pulls down his briefs, causing his erection to spring free.

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