His cock throbs on my tongue in response. I rub the rest that I can’t take in my throat, sneakily slurping at the same time as a strong suck. A throaty hiss emits from his swelling chest as he places a hand on the top of my head, a familiar gesture that has me humming happily.
Drool sloppily pools down his cock, my eyes watering when the strain aches too much, but I still swallow his cock with bursting pride.
With the perfect balance between bobbing my head, opening up my tight throat, and swirling my tongue, Levi curses with a tense flinch. Husky moans threaten the deafening silence in the room, and neither of us cares that we’ve indulged ourselves for hours under the blurry light.
His powerful hips, stiffened with defined muscles, buck harshly, and shove the whole length down my hot throat. Somewhere in the sloppy thrusts and loud squelches, he wonders out loud if he can test the limit of my gag reflex.
No matter how many laps of my tongue, the milky strings and pale, frothy ring of cum won’t go away.
His thick cock stifles my shocked cry as he pushes my head down, holding a firm hand in my hair, and hisses out a snarling curse. He tosses his head back, thighs flexing as his cum shoots in my mouth and slides down like melted whipped cream.
I wince and pop his cock out, saliva thinning as it swings onto my chin. He’s a blurred shadow above me, broad shoulders hunched over to catch his breath as he remembers to run a hand down the nape of my neck.
A purr bubbles behind my contented smile, and I nuzzle the hand when it comes to cradle my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says, nodding proudly. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Before I can roll onto my knees, he carries me with no tremors in his arms. I can’t even feel my legs, and he’s the one who did most of the work. My pussy pulsates in agreement and spits out globs of cum as revenge.
He sets me inside the large bathtub and gets in behind me after turning on the faucet. The warm water tickles my toes as it quickly rises to my ankles.
I sag against his chest, absentmindedly noting his tatted arm supporting my boneless form. There isn't a need for aftercare talk; just the silence is enough to relax my mind from the intense hours of sex.
I thought my first time would be thirty minutes, give or take other sexual acts. I feel sorry for my body once the exhaustion and soreness come, but for now, I’ll enjoy the steamy water lapping at my raw skin.
If the hot cock poking my back can soften, it’ll be better. Who knows, maybe he’ll fuck me against the windows or the floor after our bath.
Is it too late to pretend to sleep? Not when I’m already half asleep.
Levi soaps up the loofah and drags the sponge over my shoulders. His movements are steady and gentle, with controlled power to scrub the sweat and cum off. I drift in and out of sleep during the process, not knowing when he is done with himself and me.
When I open my eyes again, I’m on a gray silk bedsheet that he changed out. Now he’s worrying me. Where is his strength coming from?
I can’t go more rounds. Levi chides me and says he isn’t heartless. He knows when to stop, and I do look like I’m about to faint from thirst. Gulping down the glass of water he hands me, I ignore my stomach’s protest and sigh in satisfaction.
My stomach sloshes as I lay on my side, and the strap of my satin nightgown unravels. Levi ruffles his wet hair with a white towel and then tosses it to the side. His weight sinks the mattress as he gets under the duvet beside me.
His hands have a disturbingly high temperature when they snake around my limp body. One hand splays on my back while the other perches over my waist.
He places a lingering kiss on my forehead and mutters something I can’t understand because shivers give finishing touches to my body and a black hole in my mind. I hear the last bits; the words are understood, and I know what they mean, but I can’t grasp them fully.
“I gave you a chance to leave, but you didn’t,” he rasps, the restrained twitch of his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk. “I knew you loved me; of course, you did. It’s all you know.”
He lifts my weak fingers and kisses the lovely ring, repeating the sweetest vow of eternity and endless love. Instead of a bedtime story, he recounts plenty of memories of me.
His retelling of our first meeting was akin to love at first sight, then he believed fate wanted our paths to cross after two years. I scoff placidly because he doesn’t seem like someone who believes these things. But he shushes me and says the next encounter was moving into the apartment unit beside mine.
He admits he had ulterior motives when he offered the assistant position to me. He wanted to create happenstances and play them as fate’s will. I snicker at that and receive a rap on the head from his knuckle.
His biggest regret was being a minute late to my attack on the street. If he hadn’t checked emails on his phone, he would’ve been at the fateful spot before I got hurt.
This time, I don’t have a reply and just rest my forehead on his heart. It’s magnetic, the luring pace drawing in dreams.
Tucking my legs between his and hugging me tighter, he laughs lightheartedly and says the first time he said “I love you” was in our wedding vows. He’s never loved anyone and plans to love me with everything he has to offer. There will never be a third person in our marriage because he only loves me, and he hopes I can love him just as much.
I call him an idiot with tears and a quiver in my voice. He laughs again, kissing the crinkle on my forehead.
Something is deeply, genuinely wrong with me when I whisper the miracle of my last vow to see us through to the end.
To think he was my worst nightmare, but he chose to be my protector. Marrying someone I used to be wary and scared of, it’s a strange notion that still brings pensive moments to dwell on.
Levi doesn’t mind it, as he understands why I have those somber doubts. He will be there to banish them a thousand times over. Again and again. Not because my love for him will disappear, but because of his volition to protect his wife.
?END?
