Page 100 of Sunset Catchers

The flush on his cheeks.

His lips parted in anticipation.

The shared trust. The shared wanting.

I giggled again.

Levi kisses the corner of my mouth, rolling his eyes.

Blues to browns as he pushes inside me. Pressure appears behind my ribs; I’ve never felt this way before while having sex. My back arches while his name slides down my throat. Levi gives me every inch of himself—his long thrusts pleasure every nerve ending in my body.

“Can I fuck your harder?” he asks. So polite.

More giggles. More giddiness.

I’m feeling so fucking sunshiny.

“Yes, please.”

He pulls out of me and shuffles me on the bed until I’m on my stomach. He hikes up my “perfect round ass,” pushing me down gently until I’m flush to the bed from cheek to chest.

Levi goes still behind me, his touch on my lower back.

“What’s this?” he asks on a breath, while tracing the matching butterfly tattoo I got with my best friend on my twenty-fifth birthday.

“Tramp stamp.”

He makes a funny sound that sort of also sounds like a curse, and I swear I feel him grown even harder. My giggles get swallowed up by the mattress, then my gasp when Levi slips into me once again. He lets me adjust to this new, deeper position. I moan my enthusiastic approval when he begins his harder, deeper thrusting.

Skin slapping against skin.

Moans and groans of pleasure.

I slide a hand to work myself up again, while Levi fucks me hard. I’m right there with him as his movements become frenzied. He waits for me so we can fall over the edge together. Once we’ve both come down from our shared high, he falls on his back beside me on the bed.

Our gazes catch, and we both laugh silently, in incredulity. We’re euphoric.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I mumble, “more than. What about you?”

“Yeah,” he says, “more than. Want to hit the shower together?”

I’m not sure what the protocol is here, but it’s the natural thing to do with him, to want more, so I say, “Definitely.”

Levi springs from the bed first to deal with the condom. I let out a pained grunt.

“Even his ass is pretty,” I mutter sharply. He laughs.

After bodies have been cleaned up and pajamas have been put on. After the leftover cakes have been eaten, in front of another movie. After teeth have been brushed, we slip under the covers in our one and only bed.

Levi wraps his arms around my stomach and pulls me against him until my back is molded to his chest.

Falling asleep in Levi’s arms feels preordained by the universe.

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I’m freaking the fucking fuck out.