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Levi’s thumb is barely there caress as he traces soft circles against my sensitive skin beneath the blanket wrapped around us. When I shift in his arms, the contact breaks. I make a noise of protest, and he chuckles softly against my hairline, where my head rests in the crook of his shoulder.

His touch resumes, and a contented sigh escapes my lips as I stare at the small fire pit on the ground. At one point, it was burning bright with orange and red flames. Now, only the hot embers glow and crackle occasionally in the dark.

While Levi left to get the blankets, yes, more than one because he was sweet enough to think of Elsie and Macy too, Mack and the twins found us struggling to get the fire going.

For the past few hours, we’ve been drinking—Levi and I sticking to water—and talking around the small fire. It’s been fun getting to know the guys more.

Even Mack and Macy have put their bickering aside, but that probably has more to do with Austin acting as the buffer between them.

Earlier, a game of Never Have I Ever got so heated that Macy threatened to pour a drink in Mack’s face. Thankfully, Levi calmed them down, and everyone’s clothes stayed dry.

Watching the two of them go at it was both amusing and slightly concerning. Sam and Elsie seem to be getting along the best. Her soft giggles occasionally drift over as she listens to whatever he whispers in her ear.

I shiver in his arms when Levi's thumb moves higher up my skirt. A little further, and he’ll feel exactly how wet I’ve been since we came off the dance floor.

The feel of his hard length against my front as we moved to the beat of the music elicited a throb between my thighs that hadn’t gone away.

“Are you cold?” Levi murmurs into my hair.

Knotting my fingers into his shirt, I shake my head and shift again to ease some of the ache, subtly guiding his hand further up my thigh.

Friction. I need friction.

Despite being sober, I’m feeling weirdly bold.

Something about our friends being absorbed in their conversations, the blanket covering us, and the night sky is making me feel brave.

Levi’s thumb moves higher until he brushes the front of my panties. A low rumble in his chest is the only sign he gives that he knows exactly how needy I am right now.

God, when we got interrupted earlier, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

With another brush of his thumb, I squirm again. He presses down on my underwear, and the flimsy fabric slips between my folds.

I bite down on my lip to stop a moan from escaping. Despite how badly I want this, I don’t think I could go through with him fingering me while our friends are a few feet away.

"Levi," I whisper, a desperate plea escaping my lips.

Around us, the conversation continues to flow.

“Whatever you want, Teddy Bear, I’ll give it to you.” His mouth brushes against my ear. “I’ll make your wet pussy clench around my fingers under this blanket if you ask.”

Oh, God.

Apparently, I’m very into dirty talk or Levi’s dirty talk. My clit flutters with little pulses as his thumb continues rubbing against my underwear.

I swallow and force myself to think straight. I know what I’ll regret more come tomorrow morning. So, I twist in his arms and whisper into his ear.

“Take me home, and let’s pick up where we left off earlier.”

Even under the moonlit sky, I see those pools of light brown eyes blazing with burning desire. For me. For taking whatever this is between us a step further.

My feet hit the ground quickly, and Levi gathers the blanket that’s fallen to the ground.

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.

My eyes widen as I take in the size of him. I’ve seen him naked once before—the day at the pool. But I didn’t let my gaze linger anywhere down there for too long.

But now… he’s big… bigger than I’ve had in the past.

He grips his dick in his hand, tugging at it. Pre-cum is already oozing from the tip, and I swear it grows even larger the longer I stare at it.

I swallow, meeting his amused gaze again.

“Don’t look so worried. I promise it’ll fit.” He assures me with that calm confidence that has my body feeling hot all over again.

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper.

He nods, picking up his wallet from his discarded jeans.

He pulls out a familiar shiny foil packet, and I raise a brow at him. “Someone came prepared.”

“I didn’t know if you’d have the extra-large size in your draw.” He shrugs, amusement lighting his eyes.

“Uh-huh, whatever you say.” I bite back a smile because, despite his cockiness, judging by his size, there’s a strong possibility he’s only half joking

Watching Levi roll the condom onto himself has me pressing my slick thighs together. Anticipation and need rolling through my belly at how erotic the act is.

Lying on my back with Levi hovering above me, I know there’s no going back once we cross this line.

When he drags his dick along my wet seam, my legs fall open in invitation, and my eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” His gentle command has my eyes opening and finding his light brown ones.

It’s intimate and scary, but I can’t seem to pull away.

Being with him like this feels oddly comfortable. It's as if we’ve done this a million times, and our bodies are simply reconnecting, not meeting for the first time.

The thought is jarring and nearly enough to make me want to bolt from the room, but then he pushes into me, slow and gentle, and with every inch he adds, he shoves those thoughts to the back of my mind.

“You’re doing so well, taking every bit of me.” He praises me as he stretches me.

“I feel so full already,” I whimper, my nails digging into his back as he slips in deeper.

“Just a little more,” Levi groans, his half-lidded gaze never wavering from mine.

He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the sensation of feeling all of him. He stills for a moment as if giving me time to adjust, but I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and rock my hips in a silent plea for him to move.

He pulls out of me, nearly to the tip, then thrusts back in, and I moan through the pleasure. His gaze stays locked on me even as his movements pick up speed.

We fall into a familiar rhythm like on the dance floor—in sync without trying.

“Oh God , right there.” I cry out when he hits a spot that has me gripping his shoulder.

Levi grunts as he thrusts harder, his muscles straining under my touch, and his groans of pleasure fill my ears.

“I can’t, it’s too much.” I cry out when he finds my clit with his fingers. My body is a live wire of pleasure, and I don’t think I can handle it anymore.

“You can take it,” Levi reassures me, adding additional pressure that causes a loud moan to slip past my lips. “That’s it. You’re so good at taking everything I give you, Teddy Bear.”

One thrust, two thrusts, and a flick of his fingers has me crying out as my second orgasm of the night tears through me.

A moment later, I feel Levi shudder against me as his own pleasure rolls through his body. His head falls into the crook of my shoulder before he rolls off me.

We both remain on our backs, staring at the white ceiling, exhausted and completely satiated.

“That was something else,” he says after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“I know.” A shaky breath leaves me, and I roll my head to the side, taking in his profile.

A tiny bead of sweat trails down his temple, and I reach out to wipe it away.

He turns to face me. “Worth the wait.”

Not a question, but I answer anyway. “So worth the wait. And every interruption.”

His grin mirrors mine, but I’m the first to turn my attention back to the ceiling, afraid my face will betray how much I’m feeling.

The bed shifts as Levi sits up. While he discards the condom in the wastebasket, I grab my robe and use the restroom.

When I get back, I’m surprised to find Levi waiting under the covers, a content smile on his face. I half-expected some awkward post-sex conversation, but instead, this feels… natural . And right. Having him in my bed and spending the night here feels right.

I pick out some sleep shorts and a shirt to change into, but his words make me pause, and I glance at him.

“What are you doing?”

I blink. “Putting on my pajamas?”

“Nah-ah, I want you next to me. Naked. ”

“Fine, you’re so needy,” I tut, turning to face the dresser, but I can't suppress the grin tugging at my lips.

Letting the robe pool at my feet, Levi’s hungry gaze trails over me, from the top of my head to my toes. My body heats where his eyes land, and I can already feel it responding to his attention between my legs.

He blinks slowly, adjusting himself under the covers, his erection evident as he shifts.

“You’re hard again ?” I’m both amused and shocked.

I thought guys only went multiple rounds in books.

“Bear, I get hard just looking at you, and my stamina isn’t a problem.”

No, of course, it’s not. Not with the way he trains every day.

I shut off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness before joining him under the covers.

He rolls on top of me, our lips finding each other’s easily, even in the dark.

A sweet, tender kiss becomes something more as the urgency between us grows with every sweep of his tongue against mine.

Before long, he’s sliding into me, telling me how good I feel and giving me my third orgasm of the night.

It’s late by the time we untangle ourselves, and Levi pulls me flush against him. One arm slung over my bare waist as my heavy lids fall closed.

He shifts behind me, and I feel his mouth close to my ear. His whispered words sound far away. “I’m so glad I found you, Bear.”

A gentle squeeze of his arm comes next, but I’m so tired, my body so spent, that I don’t respond.