Page 53 of Between Never and Forever
The way he’s looking at me, searching my face, like I’m the only thing worth seeing. I’ll never find anyone else who will look at me that way. I know it for certain. It makes my heart ache.
“I’m ready.”
Levi nods and reaches for the box of condoms. I watch as he fumbles with tearing one open and rolling the latex down his shaft. He’s so big that my fear spikes again. He must see it in my eyes because he presses a slow kiss to my lips.
“I’ll make sure it feels good for you,” he says against me, and I believe him.
I trust him wholly. He’s the only person I’ve ever trusted.
So, when he positions himself above me and kisses me, I relax. I get lost in the way his mouth moves over mine. I feel him swipe the head of his hard cock through me, pressing lightly on my clit before doing it again.
I grab onto his biceps and breathe deeply through my nose as slowly, gently, he presses into me. I wince at the sting, at the tightness of the stretch, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. When Levi reaches between us and rubs my clit, the discomfort almost disappears, until he’s fully seated inside me.
“How do you feel,” he grinds out, breathing hard.
I wiggle a little, mentally taking inventory of my body parts and the shape they’re in. When I flex my pussy, Levi groans.
“Fuck, Sav, don’t do that yet, okay?”
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
He chokes out a laugh and drops his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut.
“The opposite of hurt. But if you want me to last more than two seconds, you have to give me a moment to adjust.”
I giggle, and he groans again.
“Sorry,” I say, but I flex again anyway.
“Brat,” he chokes out, and his amusement is mixed with enough pain that I take mercy on him.
This time, tentatively, I start to move on him. Little thrusts upward to get used to the feel, testing it out.
“I feel good,” I say honestly, answering his earlier question. “I feel really good.”
“Yeah? Can I move?”
“Yeah. You can move.”
He starts to thrust into me, slow and gentle at first. When I start to thrust back, marveling at the way his face twists in pleasure, he speeds up.
“Better,” he says as he moves. “So. Much. Better.”
My voice is raspy and breathless, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, when I respond.
“Better than what?”
“Everything.”
He drops his head to my shoulder, speeding up until he’s hitting me somewhere inside that makes sparks flash inside my head and every sensitive part of my body throb.
“You’re better thaneverything.”
I kiss him. His cheek. His neck. His ear. I kiss every part of him my mouth can reach as he pounds into me until he finally brings his lips back to mine. I hum, tangling our tongues in time to the rhythm of our bodies, every movement a perfectly-orchestrated chorus, until he speeds up.
“Sav. Touch yourself for me.”
It’s a plea as much as it is a command, and I obey, snaking my hand between our bodies, flattening it on my pelvis as his grinds into me, and I rub my clit the way he did. I moan and feel myself clench at the contact, and he grunts.
