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"Yes."
"Waiting for your fuck buddy to blow your brains out?" There was nothing playful in his tone.
"Levi…"
"That's what I am, right?"
"Are you drunk?"
"I wish I was," he muttered more to himself than to me.
He began removing his clothes in the dark. The rustling of cotton and mohair fabric being the only sounds in the quiet night. Then I heard the creak of the bed as he joined me. I jumped when his warm hand went onto my belly.
"What?" Levi said. "You don't want to fuck me as well?"
"Do you want to have sex with me? I thought—"
"Thought what? That I am not as sophisticated as you. This is the type of relationship you want, right?"
I slid up to my elbows to face him. It was hard to see in the moonlight, but he did not seem drunk. He did not seem angry either. I nodded. Disappointment flashed across his face. It was there and a millisecond later it was gone. He drew me back down onto the pillow, following me and kissing me as I lay down. He wasn't as soft as he usually is. There was little of the patience and restraint that I had gotten used to seeing in him. The kisswas demanding and harsh. Meant to take and not give. His body went over me in an instant. He was naked. His hard cock thick and probing against my thigh as he removed my tiny nightdress. He caressed me with much less finesse than before, but the ability to arouse was still there. My skin inflamed wherever he touched. When he reached my center, I was on fire, wet and begging for his touch. He thrust his fingers a little too harshly, but that only made me wet. His ministrations felt more like testing than teasing. And when he was satisfied that I was indeed ready, he flipped me over until I was on my hands and knees.
"I've wanted to taste this ass," he said, his hands sliding down between my butt crack. I jerked forward when I felt his tongue lick me, following his finger as it went down to my pussy and he sucked my clit, driving me to the edge, but not carrying me over like he used to. Just when I was close, he stopped, and a few moments later, he thrust inside my pussy. In one deep stroke, he buried himself to the hilt, took hold of my ass cheeks and drove in and out of me. His thrusts were brutal, and I was with him every way. Relishing how he buried himself deep inside me, only to draw out until it was just the tip and thrusting again. My knees buckled, and still he did not relent. His pace was punishing. I held onto the sheets, my hands gripping them hard, not wanting to slip and fall.
His hands held me steady as fucked me hard. His grip on my ass was so strong I was sure I would have bruises tomorrow. And the thought made a dark part in me rejoice. To be marked by him in a place where he will only see. It was a crazy thought, but I was caught in his madness, and it felt like nothing we've ever done before. I was getting close. Just as I was about to come, he withdrew completely, making me cry in anguish. But he got up and out of the bed, then dragged me to the poster where he wrapped my hands around it and thrust inside me from the back. My pussy rubbing against the rippled wooden pole.
"Fuck, Levi." My voice was breathless as I reached for his head.
"Is this what you want? To be fucked like a slut?"
"Levi…" Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Is this what you want, Elvy?" Thrust. Then he paused.
"Yes," I said breathlessly.
He began again. His thrusts became more frantic. My pussy gushing as the friction against the pole increased until I was washed in ecstasy. I came all over his cock, and he came soon after. Immediately he disentangled and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard him remove the condom and then the sound of water running. My limbs were too weary to do anything but crawl back onto bed. Fuck. That was some of the best sex I had ever had. Then why did it feel so shallow? Why did I feel empty?
27
Elvira
THINGS NEVER GOT BACK on track after we came back from Milan. Our relationship was different, and Levi was colder than usual. He didn't speak to me on the day of the wedding except to be cordial in front of everyone else or as part of a broader conversation with other people. I was glad to be with the ever so friendly girl group Thalia, Aire and Ivy or I would have been miserable. On the flight back, Levi kept to himself while I surreptitiously eyed him, wondering if I should confront him or not. It felt futile to do so. And besides, wasn't he in the wrong? If anyone should feel guilty, it was Levi. And the fact that our distance did not bother him was only proof of his stubbornness.
The minute I landed on home soil, I got a call from Grant, my landlord, telling me the house was ready for reoccupation. I could not be more glad to hear the news. As much as I hated that tiny hovel, at that moment it truly felt like a sanctuary. When I got back, I packed my bags and took them to my house. Levi was not there when I moved my stuff back. He had been called to the MMQ Society for a meeting.
And when he came back and saw the lack of items that Elvira written on them, and asked,"Did you move back to your old place?" I expected him to say more. React more strongly to my move. But his blank expression said he didn't care that much what I did.
"Grant has finished renovations."
"I don't think you can do that," he said.
My heart leaped with hope.
"We're still married, remember? If you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me, you can move into the guest bedroom. And if you still want the place to be yours, I will pay the rent on your behalf. I am your husband, after all."
"Levi…"
But Levi was gone. He went into his study, leaving me alone in the living room, staring back at the bookshelf. I went back to my place again and took some of my essential things and put them in the guest room. I didn't talk to Levi for the rest of the day. I slept in my bedroom, and he did not bother coming. I wanted him to. I almost went to his and begged him to sleep in his bed, but something stopped me at the last moment. Pride? Dignity? Shyness? I don't know. But when I slept, all I dreamed of was him.
