“We should probably stop.” He murmurs, biting his lip as I continue to work his cock.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Probably. But I don’t think you really want to. Do you, Levi?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He whispers, though just barely.
“I’m on birth control.”
I search his eyes for approval, find it before I kiss his neck and I lower his shorts just enough, and slide my bottoms to the side.
I pull myself up enough, before I line him up with my entrance and slide down. Feeling the delicious stretch of him inside me never gets old.
Levi digs his hands into my ass as he drags me up his length until just the tip is inside before dropping me back down onto him. I help him with my weight, still mindful not to put too much pressure on his shoulder.
I drag his lips back to mine as I continue to slowly ride him, the water creating such a different sensation. The slight chill contrasting against the heat of our bodies heightening all our senses.
Levi presses my hips down so that I’m fully seated, and he shifts my ass so that he grinds my clit against the base of his cock and a loud moan tumbles out of me before I can stop it.
I rest my forehead against his as he continues to move my hips in that rhythm while somehow pumping in and out of me.
I’m breathing heavy, my chest heaving as I feel my orgasm start to build in my core.
Levi’s head drops to the curve of my neck as he groans heavily. “Oh my God, Scarlett.”
And I detonate. Hearing him groan my name like that’s my undoing. My abs clench as I pulse around his cock, riding out my orgasm and it’s not long until he follows, releasing inside me.
We sit for a moment, our chests heaving as we grin at each other. Pulling myself off him, I drop my feet back down to the sand before collapsing into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. And something pulls at my chest, wishing we had more time here.
…
I’m walking down the stairs when I hear the front door close and Levi making his way back to the kitchen holding… is that pizza boxes?
His eyes meet mine and I arch a brow at him. “What’s this, Carter?” I murmur playfully, stepping closer to him.
His lips pull up in a shy smile, shrugging his shoulders. “I feel like I owe you.”
My eyebrows draw together in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we were going to get pizza when we first arrived here but I was kind of in a mood so… I thought we should have it on our last night here.”
My heart skips a beat, tears welling up in my eyes at the sincerity. “Wow,” my words come out in a whisper, “that’s really sweet of you, Lev.”
His smile grows as he places the boxes down on the counter, before opening one. Hawaiian. My face scrunches up at the sight.
He scoffs as he picks up a slice and takes a large bite. “So good.” He offers me a bite, reaching for me, as I lean back, trying to escape.
“Nooo.” I whine as he grasps my wrist with his free hand, pulling me toward him.
He pouts, bottom lip out as he looks at me with those big blue eyes and mutters a soft, “please,” and suddenly, I can’t say no.
“Fine.” I mumble, leaning forward and taking a small bite. Nope. No. Gross. My face involuntarily scrunches in disgust.
Levi’s eyes widen. “Scar. It’s not that bad. Come on.”
I cringe at him. “It’s pretty bad, Levi.”
He rolls his eyes at me, taking another bite. I open the next box. Meatlovers.
He remembered.
