Levi #2
In one agonizingly slow movement, I push inside her until I’m sheathed to the hilt.
We both groan at the contact, at the sheer relief of finally having nothing between us but the breath we breathe.
I still for a moment, grinding my teeth with the effort of holding back, allowing her to adjust to my size as she clamps down around me.
I scrutinize the slight furrow of her brows, the way her eyelashes flutter, the way her swollen lips part, committing every detail to memory until I’m sure I’ll be able to recall it every time I close my eyes.
The moment it changes is unmistakable, her features morphing from discomfort to pure, unadulterated need.
“Levi, please,” she whispers. Her hands trace the length of my arms, her nails clawing at the skin as if desperately trying to pull me closer.
Her unspoken question is loud and clear, and I pull my hips back slowly before thrusting into her again with a groan. We find our rhythm effortlessly, as if we were always meant to exist like this together.
I want to drown in her tight, wet heat as she clenches around me, her nails now digging into the skin of my back and dragging down, only for her to reach back up and do it all over again.
“That’s it. Mark me, Oakley. I’m yours.” In one fluid motion, I hitch her right leg over my arm, the new position changing the angle and allowing me to bury myself even deeper inside her.
Her whimpers caress my skin like a mountain wind, commanding and comforting, as we lose ourselves in each other.
The room is a cacophony of breathy moans and the sound of skin against skin.
Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, and she tightens around me, each thrust of my hips dragging us closer to the cliff’s edge.
“Levi, I’m close.”
The words fall from her lips like a reverent prayer, a desperate plea that has me pushing myself even deeper, as if I can imprint myself inside her in the most permanent of ways.
She rocks her hips against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she unabashedly claims me the same way I’m claiming her.
She clenches around me again, and I moan her name into her hair, my thumb descending on her swollen clit and circling in the way I know she loves.
She explodes around me, her pussy squeezing me so tightly that stars burst behind my eyelids, but I force my eyes open, needing to drink in every single detail of her expression as she comes undone.
Her eyes roll back as she spasms, and her thighs clamp down around me, pulling me deeper as she rides out wave after wave of ecstasy on my cock.
I groan. “I can’t take it, Oakley. Tell me where you want me to come,” I demand as my balls tighten. It takes everything in me not to lose myself right there in her warmth.
“Come inside me.”
I bite down so hard on my bottom lip that I swear I taste blood. “Oakley, are you sure?”
“Birth control,” she pants. “Come for me, Levi.”
And I can’t fucking take it anymore.
It’s all too much, and I’m right behind her, tumbling over the edge with a harsh groan as I empty inside her.
We come down from our mutual high, chests heaving and sweat covering our bare skin in a thin sheen.
I don’t have it in me to pull out of her warm heat yet, and I all but collapse on top of her, burying my head in the crook of her neck as she runs soothing lines up and down my back, tracing over the marks she left there.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, spent in each other’s arms, but I don’t care.
If I thought I was obsessed with Oakley before, it’s nothing compared to how it feels now, as if we’ve joined together mind, body, and soul.
Sex has never been like that for me before.
It’s only ever been a means to a release, something to take the edge off, to relieve the stress.
But this was something entirely different.
It was a reckoning, a merging of two souls, and all I know is I want to do it again and again.
Finally, when our breathing slows, I raise myself above Oakley on stiff arms and gaze down at her, taking in the hint of a sleepy, yet sated, smile on her lips as her eyes flutter open.
Her eyes were one of the first things I noticed when I met her, and I was captivated not only by their color and depth but by the haunted shadow of something else that stood in their background, as if afraid to show itself.
It never fully disappeared, and I grew accustomed to it.
But now, as I look down at her, that look is gone, replaced by something I don’t have a name for.
Emotion clogs my throat as I take in the smiling eyes beneath me.
“You are… radiant,” I breathe, in utter awe as I whisper into the space between us.
“It’s never been like that for me before,” she admits, echoing my earlier thought, embarrassment coating her words.
I shake my head and press a kiss to her forehead. “For me either.” We stare at each other for a moment before I relent. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She winces as I pull out of her as gently as I can, but still, the look on her face makes me freeze.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay,” she nods and sits up slowly, seeming to give herself another minute to catch her breath. “Just a little sore. It’s been awhile since I’ve…” she trails off, but I don’t push.
I know what she means, and the last thing I want to think about right now is the last time she was with someone that isn’t me. I help her up, and she takes a moment to steady herself, looking around at the floor in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t remember where my clothes went.”
She laughs and then squeals in surprised delight when I swing her up into my arms and carry her up the stairs bridal-style.
“Don’t worry. You won’t need them tonight.”