A wave of comfort rolls through me, soothing the ache from standing on my feet all day during that horrendous six-hour shift. What starts as simple relief, quickly becomes something deeper—each stroke carrying a tenderness thatfeels better that any words never could. I don’t stop him. But I don’t lean into him either.
I just sit there, while my heart wages war inside me.
His hands drift upward, resting on my thighs before hesitating at my waistband. The movement is slow, careful—like he’s waiting for permission that I never actually give but don’t take away either. The sound of fabric shifting fills the silence between us. Cool air brushes against my skin, a contrast to the warmth of his touch.
He straightens slowly, eyes tracing the view of me, stopping where my shirt meets the edge of my ribs. His fingers find the hem, sliding upward, until I’m left half-exposed, caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay exactly where I am.
My breathing quickens, my chest rising and falling as anticipation coils tight inside me. His palm presses gently to the small of my back, guiding me upright gently. The clasp of my bra gives with a soft click, the weight slipping off my shoulders. His breath is hot against the goosebumps on my skin, as his lips close around my nipple. A shiver races through me, his tongue moving in slow, patient circles around my piercing.
He catches my other nipple, squeezing hard, sending a rush of heat straight between my thighs. The heat pools low, my clit pulsing with need. He sinks to his knees again, clothes still on, pushing my legs open with ease.
The mattress dips, the room narrowing to the rasp of our breath and the steady spread of his hands as he eases my thighs apart, baring my shaved pussy to the open air. I swallow, my hips rising up toward to him, every nerve awake and waiting.
He tilts his head, eyes hungry as his gaze drops. “I’ll never stop loving how pretty this pussy is.”
I smile, a small laugh breaking at the back of my throat. “You’ll always do this to me,” I breathe, half-mocking, half-giving in. “Drive me out of my mind, just to watch me cave.”
He shoves his face between my legs and devours me. Licking my clit roughly, forcing my legs open with both hands. He sucks harder, licking my pussy to my ass. My hips jerk up, pushing his face deeper into me, because God, I need him to keep going.
“Yes… please, Levy,” I cry out, breathless and shaking.
The slick, messy sounds of his tongue and mouth working my pussy are driving me out of my mind. He slides his tongue so deep, my head falls back in desire—managing to grab a handful of his hair on the way. He growls at that, shoving his tongue deeper inside me.
My breaths quicken, grinding hard on his face as my legs start to squeeze around his head. Letting go of his hair, I collapse on my back still grinding, his hands grip my thighs firmly keeping me from moving too much. He buries his tongue deeper until I feel a fierce warmth rushing up my spine, my orgasm escaping through me.
I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet, fully aware the house isn’t empty. Though Arina probably knows what is happening right now, I don’t want to bethatroommate. Reaching above my head, I grab a pillow and place it on top of my face as my orgasm rushes through me.
I remove the pillow from my face slowly, trying to catch my breath and refocus my vision. I sit up slightly to see Levy removing his clothes. He yanks everything off quicker and then I’ve ever seen, his cock so hard and veiny it looks almost desperate to be inside me.
With his underwear bunched around his ankles, he kicks them off with his shoes, his socks still on. He positions me at the edge of the bed, lifting my legs with an ease that sends ashiver through me, placing my ankles over his shoulders, he lines up his throbbing dick to my entrance. He pushes into me so deep I’m caged beneath him, my whole body pressed up against his.
“Fuck, this is the best pussy I’ve ever had. I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He says kissing my toes, pulling out and pushing in deeper.
“I missed you too—so much, baby. You feel so good, please … don’t stop.”
He kisses me hard, steal the air from my lungs. He lowers my leg next to his thigh, holding my other leg in his hand while he continues thrusting inside me with full force. I feel him shifting inside me, I grind my hips into him, moaning from constant pleasure. He thrusts faster, and all I can think now is how badly I need to cum again, or I’m going to lose it completely.
Dropping my other leg, he grabs my breast, pulling me into him thrusting even harder, our breaths falling into the same rough rhythm as we both come apart.
I was already tired mentally, then from working a long shift. And now getting my pussy wrecked, has me feeling exhausted and loose as a fucking slinky. Breath by breath, the rush fades, leaving only the sound of our hearts settling. For the first time in a long time, the silence doesn’t feel empty—it feels like peace, even if it may not last.
His eyes find mine, holding me there with quiet intensity. And when he whispers, “I love you,” the words settle deep.
A soft warmth spreads through me, my chest tightening as his breath grazes the back of my neck. My lips part on a shaky exhale. “I love you too,” I whisper, the words barely leaving me before his arm tightens around my waist.
I keep promising myself that I’ll figure out what I really want.
But what if choosing him ruins everything?
Chapter Thirty
No Goodbyes
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he gray sky has settled in, and winter is finally here—my favorite season. A soft drizzle taps against the window, the kind of rain that makes you want to curl up inside all day, wrapped in warmth and silence.
But that isn’t an option for me—not when work is waiting.
