I came awake slowly. Levi’s bedroom was dark, save the soft glow from the night light beside the bed. He was curled up behind me. I was so warm and relaxed, I couldn’t help but savor how protected I felt wrapped tight in his embrace.

I could feel his arousal pressing against my bottom and the slick heat between my thighs. It didn’t seem to matter whether I was awake or asleep, my body responded to him. I wanted him. Badly.

As if to illustrate the point, without my brain even forming a thought, I shifted my hips, pressing back into the hard, hot length of his cock. I almost moaned aloud.

There were fuzzy fragments of the sleepy memory of him carrying me inside, but I didn’t remember him undressing me.

My thoughts were hazy, sleepy, and soaked with desire. Too many nights of waking up yearning for him without having him near me were only exacerbated by his willing body curled up behind me.

When I wiggled my hips again, I felt his body come awake with a subtle hum of tension. His palm was resting on my belly, warm against my skin. His touch slid up to cup one of my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple.

I shifted my legs restlessly, the need contained in my core building. It was as if we’d already had hours of foreplay when we’d simply been sleeping.

Levi murmured something into my hair and then shifted, removing his hand from my breast and out from under my shirt. Brushing my tangled hair away from my neck, he dusted kisses there. I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that I moaned instantly and my skin prickled in the wake of his touch. Or the fact that I was almost bereft with disappointment to have his touch abandon my breast.

Another moan escaped as his teeth closed softly on the sensitive skin just behind my ear. His hand got busy again pushing my shirt up to tease my nipples, all the while his hips rocked, his cock pressing into the cleft of my bottom.

I reached between us with my good hand, curling my palm over his cock through the thin cotton of his briefs. He growled my name into my neck, sending a wash of goose bumps over my entire body. Heat spun wildly in my belly, radiating outward as pleasure scored through me. I was torn. I wanted everything all at once. I didn’t want him to stop touching me anywhere. His touch, sure and stealthy, slid down over my belly and into my panties, his fingers dipping into the slick heat there. I was drenched, so wet his fingers slid in easily as my hips bucked into his touch.

He drove his fingers into me deeply, first one and then another, stretching my channel and making me nearly frantic for more. His name fell from my lips with a gasp and a cry. Need coiled so tightly inside, I didn’t want to wait. Then he was shoving my panties down my legs, and I kicked them loose under the covers.

I felt him roll away from me. My body was like a seeking missile, instantly following his.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice breathy and demanding at once.

Perhaps a second passed before he was rolling back to me, and I heard the sound of foil tearing. I felt the hot velvety skin of his cock pressing against my bare bottom as he shimmied out of his briefs.

He rolled a condom on and reached between us, the calloused surface of his palm caressing my bottom. He murmured my name as he slid his cock between my thighs. He teased me, dragging the thick head of his cock back and forth between my slick folds, coasting over my clit.

All the while, he made me wild with need. I was so wet, juices from my desire were coating the insides of my thighs. I didn’t care that I was murmuring, gasping, crying out and calling his name.

“Stop torturing me,” I choked out.

With a soft chuckle, he finally sank inside of me in one slow slide. He held still for a beat, rocking his hips and seating himself deeply. My channel throbbed around him. It felt so good to have him filling me, I sighed in relief and pleasure.

Levi brushed my hair back again, tracing my brows. As he trailed his fingertip down my cheek, his touch feather light, his teeth closed down on the side of my neck, just sharp enough to make me cry out. When his finger traced my lips, I caught it in my teeth, drawing it in, swirling my tongue around it and mimicking his motion as he drew back and sank into my pussy again.

There was spooning, and then there was this—Levi curled up tight behind me, his cock buried deeply inside as we slowly rocked together. He drew his finger free of my mouth, his wet touch trailing down to tease my nipples and pinching them lightly. I was so close to the edge, my pussy soaking wet as he drew back and sank inside with nothing more than a subtle adjustment of his hips. Pleasure tightened inside of me. His touch, strong and knowing, slid down over my belly, into my curls and pressed over my clit.

Pleasure unspooled in slow motion inside of me, rolling through me in wave after wave, rocking me to my very bones. I was crying out, incoherent as I gasped his name and my pussy clamped down on his cock. I felt his release as his cock pulsed inside of me.

We stilled together. His hand slid up to rest on my belly as our breath slowed. I relaxed in his embrace, feeling better than I could remember ever feeling in the middle of the night—utterly and completely satiated. Warm, safe, and protected. It distantly occurred to me I should be worried, but I felt too good to care.

In the darkness, I could feel his heart pounding against my back, its beat strong and sure. He drew away, just long enough to dispose of his condom before returning.

“Lucy?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Mmm, hmm?”

“I didn’t expect this,” he said gruffly.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I held still and then surprised myself with my own words.

“I know. Me neither.”

I fell asleep with him curled up behind me, holding me close.