Page 86 of Cactus Heart
I bucked against him, fighting the pleasure. His muscles strained as he held me in place, circling my clit until I started to quake. My voice pierced the room as I arched, my pussy milking him.
“I’m so close,” I gasped.
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Give it to me. I want to feel you shaking around my cock like a good girl.”
I groaned as he maintained the steady pump of his cock.
“Levi.”
I chanted his name over and over until my back arched and my muscles tensed, every part of me going rigid as my orgasm crashed into me.
“Good girl,” he praised, still fucking me as I collapsed beneath him, my breaths uneven. “You did so good for me, baby.”
“Fuck.”
Every part of me was limp. Every part of me was satiated. Levi’s hold on me tightened and he grunted, giving one final thrust right as he came, burying his cock deep as he filled me. More pleasure zipped through me like lightning, every part of me feeling the deep tug of satisfaction.
He melted against me as the last drop of cum filled the condom. I shivered, thinking about how hot it would be when that condom came off. Levi kissed down my spine, sighing happily as he pulled out.
I collapsed completely and he rolled to the side, pulling me against his hard body. My hair was messy, sticking to my forehead. I still wore his jersey proudly, the fabric pushed up, soft against my skin.
“I’m taking a picture of you,” he murmured. “But in my head. For my eyes only.”
I smiled against his chest. “Speaking of . . . you owe me photos. Show me your photos.”
He groaned, but I gave his chest a light tap.
“You’re not getting out of it, sir. I want to see them,” I said.
Levi stole a few more kisses until I was giggling. Finally, I gave him a shove, urging him to get out of bed.
“Show me,” I said. “Pretty please.”
“Fine,” he chuckled. “If you insist. Just keep in mind, they’re not very good. It’s just a hobby. I’m not a professional.”
I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed. Even if they weren’t good, I didn’t care. I just wanted to see what he’d created. What brought him joy.
Seeing that little sliver of him would mean more to me than the quality of the actual photos.
I followed Levi to the kitchen, looking around the house. I’d never been inside, despite living across the street for a couple years. Clearly, the couple who’d changed it into a rental had done a good job. It was quaint, but nicely decorated. Cozy and veryTexas.
“All right,” Levi mumbled.
He grabbed a stack of prints from the table, then hesitated for a moment.
His muscles stiffened as he looked up at me. “I’ve never shown anyone.”
“I’m honored,” I said, sliding up next to him. “Show me.”
Levi spread the photos out on the tabletop and my mouth dropped. When he’d mentioned this being his hobby, I’d reallyexpected it to look amateur. But his photography was amazing. I ran my fingertips over the edge of one of the photos, recognizing some of the spots around Whynot, including the courtyard at the hotel. All of the photos were in black and white, and the angles he shot from were interesting. They told a story, too, which was hard to do with photography.
I lingered on a picture of my studio.Whynot Paint.There was something so bright about it, even with all the color pulled away, and that made me happy.
Levi cleared his throat. “I’ve been kind of doing this in my spare time. Which I’ve had a lot of lately. And since I don’t have my car back yet, I’ve been walking around and taking photos of the town. I don’t know, they’re not very good, but?—”
“Levi, they’rereallygood,” I said.
I wasn’t sure how to really tell him how fucking good they were. I’d seen photographers come and go through our town, but they always missed something about our corner of the world.
