“Shhhh,” I whisper into his mouth, desperately trying to soothe him.
He gives me a jerky nod, eyes firmly shut. I rain loving kisses over his cheeks, his closed eyes, his forehead, while running my fingers through his silk-soft hair. I kiss him and kiss him, ignoring how hard both of us are. Finally, it’s too much for him. Need vibrates from his body and his hips restlessly buck up into mine, seeking friction, seeking pleasure. Time to give in.
Reaching into the nightstand, I clumsily fumble around until I return with a condom and lube. Levi lets out a relieved sigh at the sight of the supplies.
“Next time, I’ll eat your ass until you’re begging for it, but tonight I’ll just use my fingers, get you nice and wet, then slip inside you like you were made for me. Alright, sweetheart?”
Levi squeezes his eyes tightly shut for a moment, before nodding, blinking those gorgeous eyes back open to take me in. He watches, gaze heavy, eyes lidded, as I gently press a lubed finger inside him. A gasp rattles out of him as he bears down, welcoming me like I was made to be there. I go slow, gently gliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the feeling of having me inside him. But I must go too slow, despite the hazy glow of the evening, because he tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs my gaze to meet his.
“You better get inside me or I’m going to lose my shit,” Levi demands, voice throaty and full of warning.
I shake his hand from my hair and teasingly bite his thumb. He hisses as I let go. Shifting onto my knees, I roll the condom on, and lube myself up. Levi’s eyes are hot on me the entire time, watching, and waiting for my next move.
I lean over him, one forearm braced beside his head. “Like this?”
Levi nods and firmly presses his lips to mine. I hook his leg over my arm, lifting so that I can notch my cock against his entrance. He welcomes me easily, like he was made for me, like I was made for him. I kiss him through the slow glide home, until my hips are pressed flush against his ass. He whimpers softly into my mouth.
I rock into him, gently, more of a grind than a thrust. He pants against my mouth, eyes wide, fingers making half-moon indents into my shoulders. Curling a hand into his hair, I hold on tight, and kiss him through the slow pace I set. I could go like this all night, just making love to him, eating his whimpers and moans and every breathy exhale that tells me Levi is actually enjoying himself.
“Beau,” Levi whimpers against my cheek when I turn my head to pant against his shoulder. “Beau, please.”
The “please” is what does me in. That single word is what makes me a fool. I turn back to him and tangle both hands in his hair this time, forcing him to keep his gaze on me as I increase the pace of my thrusts. Every couple of thrusts I swivel my hips, stretching him, rubbing against the spot inside him that makes him see stars. His thighs tighten on me each time until finally they’re trembling against my sweat-slick ribs.
His heels kick against my thighs as I stop going slow, stop taking my time, and thrust inside him all the way, only to pull out slowly, and keep the pace up until he looks almost delirious. Gorgeous splotches of crimson bloom across his cheeks, so I kiss them, because I have to taste his flushed skin.
Fingers bite into my skin so hard that I think I might bleed. He lets out a loud gasp, more shock than pleasure, before stilling underneath me with wide, almost frightened eyes. I’m afraid for a moment before I feel his warm release splashing between us. He came untouched. Levi goes absolutely boneless underneath me. I start to pull out but a firm hand on my neck holds me in place.
“Where are you going?” Levi mumbles, all sex drowsy and sweet.
“Pulling out, you came.”
Levi shakes his head tiredly. “Finish inside me. I want it.”
Jesus Christ. My hips flex before my brain can even catch up. I grind into him, conscious of his oversensitivity, and only a few thrusts later my orgasm crashes through me. My orgasm is borderline violent in its intensity. I know it’s because of Levi. He lets out a satisfied sound, a smile tugging at his lips. I nuzzle into his neck and breathe the clean, summer scent of him in. My Levi.
I pull out of him as gently as I can, careful the condom doesn’t slip off. On shaky feet, I walk to the bathroom, turn the shower on, and take care of the condom. I lean back on my heelsto check on Levi and find him still spread out in an exhausted heap on the bed.
I head back into the bedroom and lean over him on the bed. Blue eyes blink up at me, still a little glazed. A chuckle escapes me at the sight of him. I tenderly push his messy hair from his face.
“Wanna join me in the shower, sweetheart? Let’s get all clean before bed.”
“I cannot go again,” Levi mumbles in disappointment, eyebrows furrowed. I wonder how often he’s allowed to say no, how often things are demanded of him that he doesn’t want to give.
“Not a sexy shower, just a get-clean shower.”
He easily lets me manhandle him out of bed and into the bathroom, every ounce of fight bled out of him by the orgasm. The bathroom is thick with steam. Sliding the glass door open, I push him through, then quickly follow him inside. I carefully push him under the water, tilting his head back for him so that I can wash his hair. He stares at me the entire time, through shampooing, conditioning, and finally rinsing. I rush through washing my own hair, then return my attention to him.
My fingers skim over his body behind the loofah, memorizing every dip, every muscle, every sun freckle that I can find. His stomach contracts at my touch, all the muscles dancing under my curious fingers.
“Beau,” Levi murmurs sleepily.
I can only smile at him and position us so we’re under the spray of the shower at the same time. The water rinses us clean, but we stay there for a little while longer, until I’m afraid the water might turn cold. I run the towel over his miles of skin until he’s dry, then he takes the towel from me to dry me off next. Once dry, he stands in front of the mirror for a moment, inspecting his reflection with a shrewd intention. As if he’s livedhere all his life, he rattles through my drawers until he returns with a brush that I haven’t used in years. Haven’t needed really.
After his hair is thoroughly brushed, he tiredly stumbles towards the bed, and faceplants on the sheets with a heavy groan. Chuckling, I pull the duvet over him and join him under the sheets. Levi quickly turns over to wiggle himself into my arms, pressing his body tight against mine. A smile creeps across my face without me even realizing.
“Night, Levi.”
His breath puffs against my chest, fingers pressed tight to my back. “Night, Beau.”
