I lean in, giving him a low, teasing sweep of my tongue, before he grabs the back of my head and drives forward, taking control so abruptly my eyes water. He shoves himself so far down my throat, the air leaves my lungs.
My mouth stretches around him, a raw, involuntary sound escaping me, my eyes blur, my body scrambling to keep up with how rough he is.
“Fuck,” he snarls, head hitting the wall as his grip tightens in my hair. “Take it. Fuck yes, just like that baby.”
Sliding out of my mouth, he bends his knees slightly before pushing himself between my breasts. He lets me lead, sliding my breasts up and down his cock while pinches both my nipples, tugging harder on my pierced one.
My head falls back from the pleasure, moaning as my pussy aches, dripping with desperation. I pick up the pace, and his knees begin to buckle. The sight of him losing control is enough to make me explode right now.
He fists the back of my hair and yanks me to my feet, crushing his mouth to mine. Heat slams through me as he pulls me tight against him, taking my breath like it belongs to him. He slides between my thighs, rubbing the head of his dick against my sensitive clit. The friction is almost too much—and he knows it. He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving me breathless and unsteady. I stumble back, my knees giving out as I fall onto the bed, the shock of it all making my pulse spike.
But he doesn’t give me a second to recover. His hands scoop me before lowering me to the floor with the same commanding urgency that leaves my head spinning. The soft rug beneath my ass pulls out a little noise I don’t mean to make, the kind that tells him exactly how far gone I already am.
Kneeling, he spreads my legs and positions the tip of his cock at the center of my pussy. We haven’t had sex the way we used to, and I recognize the restraint in him immediately—it’s the same hunger that’s been gnawing at me nonstop. He pushes inside me, his hand sliding up my chest, fingers tugging at my piercing with a sharp pinch that sends my backarching. His other hand anchors down on my shoulder, pinning me in place as he works into a slow, relentless rhythm—each thrust deep, and controlled, meant to ensure I feel every inch of him.
I throw one leg over his shoulder, opening myself to him, needing him as deep as my body will allow. My fingers claw at his chest, dragging him even closer until every thrust sends a sharp, dizzy snap through me—restraint and desire braided so tight I can’t tell where one ends and the other starts. My body jerks up to meet his, yearning for every inch of him. Normally, I’d be sore by now, but I’ve been feening for this for too long.
He sinks deeper inside me, fucking me into oblivion, I tug at his hair, my body trembling as he pounds into me one final time, thrusting so hard I know I won’t be walking straight for afewdays. His groan hits my mouth like a warning, hips driving into me in one harsh, punishing jerk that makes my pussy clench around the shock of it. His hands lock me in place, holding me through the shudder rolling through him, exhaling hot and uneven across my lips.
Lifting me effortlessly, he lays me on my back on the bed. Spreading my legs, as he slips two fingers into my soaked pussy, dragging the wetness along his cock. He positions himself between my thighs, spreading my ass cheeks, his fingers just inches away from the sensitive spot behind me. Within seconds he’s back inside me.
“Oh—fuck Levy!” I scream, my voice breaking. The scream that rips out of me echoing off the walls, pussy clenching from the sudden force.
He slams into me harder, the entrance of my pussy soaked, my ass cheeks spread wide. Pulling out slowly, he spits on my ass before slapping it. He rubs the slickness along my tender cheek with his thumb, before shoving it inside my ass, pushing inside me.
All my thoughts are gone—he’s the only thing I can feel. I’m so desperate, I’m practically praying to cum. He grabs hold of my breast, pinching my nipple harder, filling me perfectly like my body is truly made for him.
I let myself sink beneath him, even though a tiny part of me is still irritated—still replaying every reason we’re even in this place to begin with—the rest of me… the bigger, stubborn, lovesick part… lets my body answer him before my mind can protest.
Because even when I’m mad, he knows exactly how to make my body remember why I chose him in the first place. It’s messy and confusing and so damn intense, and the truth sits right under my skin—I’m still in love with him. Maybe even more now, in this tangle of frustration of want and everything else we’re still trying to figure out.
He pulls out, hands gripping my waist as he flips me onto my stomach with ease. He straddles me, pressing his weight down. My breathing slips as his lips find my neck, pushing back into me.
“Please—oh my God, yes!” A raw scream tears out of me, my voice breaking around the force of it. He yanks the covers over us and gathers me into his arms, one hand sliding around my back as my body trembles against him.
He thrusts slowly, in and out, his blue eyes piercing through mine with hunger and lust. His hips move in steady strokes, so deep a cry rips out of me every time.
“Damn, baby,” he breathes against my lips, his voice rough, breaking between each thrust. “I can’t lie… I’ve been missing this—you.”
I gasp, nails grazing down his back, the words slipping out between uneven breaths. “Don’t just talk about it, show me.”
He growls, his pace slowing though I’m aching for more. “Oh I will. I can’t get enough of this pussy—and you. No onegets you like I do… you know that right? You’re made for me, Jainey—whether you want to admit it out loud or not.”
“Is that so?” I whisper, a slow grin tugging at my lips as I look up at him. “I swear, your confidence is half the reason I fell for you in the first place.” My grin deepens, voice dropping to a soft tease. “So go on—stop talking… and show me.”
He raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading across his mouth.“Only half?” he teases, leaning in like he already knows the answer. “And what was the other half, hm?”
I grin wider, tilting my head just enough to let him feel the tease. “You really want to know?” I whisper, dragging my fingers down his arm. I shrug lightly, eyes sparkling. “The sex, duh.”
His smirk deepens, that quiet, ego-soaked satisfaction flashing in his eyes. His rhythm finds the perfect balance between love and need, every slow thrust pulling me deeper into him. Every touch feels like a confession, every kiss a promise he’s trying to keep with his body.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt love like this—not since Jacob. Back when everything was simple, when love still felt safe and new, before it started to sting. But right now, under Levy’s weight, his breath tangled with mine, I almost believe love is real again.
After a few more thrusts, he groans again, filling me up once more. I wrap my arms around his back, holding him deep inside me while he rides out his release.
It slips in my mind that we haven’t used protection since—ever. It never really crossed my mind in my past relationships either, but honestly—I trust him, especially now that we live together. A baby isn’t on my checklist—not even close—but I’m learning I need to stop trying to micromanage my future.
Whatever God’s plan is for me, I’ll face it when the time comes.
