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But beyond that is something else. Something I never imagined about myself.
I’m pleased. Relieved and appreciative andpleased.
That Levi took care of me that way.
6
For the next two weeks,I settle into a routine. It’s not bad, but it’s not easy. I go through every part of every day with the urgency of the crisis mode that surged up when my father died and has never yet dissipated.
I know it can’t last forever. I know it’s an artificial energy, a forced composure. I know I’ll have to crash eventually, but it’s still a shock when it happens.
I’ve gotten a full two weeks in at base. I’ve fucked Levi every single evening. I’ve learned the names of each person living here, and I’m adapting to their routines and small rituals. I’m trying not to think too much about my dad or my mom or everything else I’ve lost.
I’m doinggood. I’m proud of myself for surviving what might have killed or ruined me.
I’m thinking I’ll actually make it through.
Then the crisis momentum that’s been fueling me washes out without warning like water down a drain, and I crash.
It happens in the middle of the night.
Earlier in the evening, Levi fucks me doggie-style for the first time. That has nothing to do with the crash. It just happens to coincide.
We’re used to fucking each other now, and it’s not as awkward as it used to be. We’ve tried a few different positions, but this is the first time he’s taken me from behind. He told me to hold on to the headboard, so that’s what I’m doing, my legs bent and my butt pushing back against his thrusts.
It’s a different angle. One that’s really working for me.
It’s the first time in two weeks of regular sex that I might come from penetration.
I try not to make a lot of noise when we fuck. I know vocalization is supposed to be hot—at least porn would have us believe so—but it embarrasses me. I’m not sure what kinds of noises might annoy Levi, and I’ve never been particularly loud in bed anyway. But tonight I keep making these silly, high-pitched bursts of sound every time he shoves his cock forward into my pussy.
The sounds are cringey, and I wish I could hold them back.
I can’t. And they get more helpless as an orgasm coalesces inside me.
“Jesus Christ, girl,” he says on a raspy inhale. He’s kneeling behind me. One of his hands is braced on the headboard beside mine, and his other arm is wrapped around my middle, holding me in place so the force of his rutting doesn’t topple us. “You’re wet as hell tonight.”
A wave of heat slams into me, and I don’t know if it’s intensified arousal or shame. Maybe both. I make a whimpering sound that’s going to have to stand in for a response.
“Shoulda told me you like it dirty. Who knew my pretty little princess would want me to do her from behind?”
Why that turns me on even more, I couldn’t tell you. The pleasure rises so fast and intense that I make a ridiculous sobbing sound, grinding my ass against his thrusts. I’m pushing against the headboard so shamelessly that it’s banging loudly against the wall.
“That’s right. Fuck, you’re so eager. Take all of it. Everything you want so bad. You’re lettin’ me fuck you so good.”
And that does it. I cry out as the pleasure explodes—not anything close to a scream but a lot louder than I’ve ever been during sex before—and my body freezes and then shakes helplessly as the waves of climax pulse through me.
Levi is still going behind me, muttering about how good I’m coming for him, how hot I am right now, how he’ll fuck me just like this anytime I need it.
My pussy has clamped down around his cock, and he can barely hold out before I’ve worked through the lingering waves of my orgasm. As soon as I’ve relaxed and quieted to ragged gasps, he makes a stretched sound, pumps hard a few final times, and then yanks himself out to come all over my bottom and lower back.
My body is still buzzing. With pleasure and satisfaction but also something greedy. Something that wants even more.
Levi is done though. And I’ve had one incredibly good orgasm, which is more than I would ever expect from our strange situation.
It always takes a few minutes for Levi to find his words again after sex. He goes deep and has to drag himself out again, back to his normal, controlled self. We stay poised in the same position for longer than is entirely comfortable, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
He finally withdraws, letting go of the headboard. That means it’s time for me to move too, but I can’t. I’m clutching the headboard hard with both hands, my butt is still displayed undignifiedly, and my clit and pussy are both throbbing.
