Page 54 of One More Chance
"I know." I stepped closer to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gently pulled her down onto the bed with the toy caught between us. “I want to know everything about you. What makes you laugh, what breaks your heart. What brings you pleasure… and what doesn’t.” I looked into her eyes and lowered my voice. “I want to learn your body. Understand the notes it plays when it's touched right. When you feel seen.”
Then I kissed her and she held nothing back. She melted into me.
“I’ll only agree if you do this seriously,” she said, eyes locked on mine.
I attempted to look as stoic as I could and said in the most deadpan voice I could manage, “Ma'am, I am always serious.”
She rolled her eyes. “Goddammit, Levi. This is already embarrassing enough. The last time I asked for us to use a toy, we fought. Now you want to include them?”
“Consider me on the path to enlightenment," I said as I kissed her neck, "with your consent of course.” I turned the toy over in my hands and curiosity lit up inside me. It was delicate, almost elegant in design; nothing like what my ego had imagined. It was… something meant to bring her joy.
Sloane let out a light and shy laugh as she pointed to the toy. “Here… this is how it turns on.” Her finger brushed mine, and the toy came to life with a quiet hum. “It has a suction feature, and this button here changes the intensity.”
I glanced at her, my voice teasing. “You could teach a class.”
She blushed and gave a little shrug. “Well… when you’re alone a lot, you learn what works.”
That hit me hard. Not with jealousy over the toy, but a guilty ache that she'd been lonely in the first place.
How many nights did I leave her by herself?
I leaned in and kissed her temple as I held the toy between us. “Teach me, Sloane. I want to know what works. Let’s do this together. Do you feel up for it?”
There was a pause. A few breaths of hesitation. Eventually, she nodded. "Only if you are willing to be an attentive student."
I kissed her forehead, then guided her to lie back against the pillows. I settled between her legs. My thoughts rushed out dark and unfiltered, "Attentive? My love, I want you coming all over me day in and day out. I want you drenched and soaking our sheets. If we need to use a toy to achieve that, then I will scour every brick and mortar and online store to ensure you are gushing all over my cock."
She trembled beneath me. The intensity of my words, my desires, and my intentions seemed to disarm and arouse her. I held her gaze as I brought the rose-shaped toy between us. A whimper escaped her lips. "Levi… oh, fuck."
“I crave you Sloane. I want you. Everything and anything about you. But if we do this, I want it to be about you. No shame. No hiding. You’re beautiful when you're unguarded, Sloane. Let me earn the right to see that part of you.”
Her eyes softened as she reached for my hand and guided my fingers over the toy. “It’s… gentle. Meant for the clit. You don’t have to… do much.”
I met her eyes. “I want to take my time and watch you unravel for me. Can you do that, Sloane? Can you be a good girl and show me what has always been mine?”
I turned it on the lowest setting. A soft hum filled the quiet space between us, and I felt her chest rise with anticipation as her gaze heated.
Her legs parted wider, and I kissed her stomach. “That's my good girl. Tell me if you need me to stop,” I whispered. I never took my gaze from her face. I wanted to watch her unravel, not only from pleasure, but from beingseen.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, and she reached out blindly, clutching at the sheets. “Levi… I don't know if I can,” she said. Her voice trembled with the rawness of vulnerability. “It’s still… weird. New.”
“Sloane,” I murmured, my fingertips tracing slow patterns along her hips. “Let go. You don’t have to hold back. Not here. Not with me.”
She looked at me and I knew she was trying to believe my words.
“You are art, Sloane. Every inch of you.” I leaned in to kiss the space above her navel. “I’m here. If you want to stop, then tell me,” I whispered. My hands traced lazy, reverent lines down her inner thighs. “Hell, Sloane, you have no idea what you do to me. My balls ache when I think of you. My cock twitches every time you are near me. I would die over and over again just for the chance to be near you.”
A soft whimper tore from her lips, raw and unguarded. Whether it was from my words or the toy finally coaxing a response, I couldn't say. Her body responded in small, trembling pulses as her breath hitched in her throat.
I kissed her ribs, trailing upward, worshipping every delicious, beautiful curve. Her collarbone, delicate and exposed, begged for attention. I pressed my lips there, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Finally, the place right beneath her ear, the spot that always drove her mad. I nipped gently, savoring the shudder that followed, a silent surrender to the moment.
Her voice came out in a surprised whisper, as if she were shocked to say, "I'm gonna… fuck, I'm gonna…"
“Sloane, eyes on me,” I commanded, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I needed to see it, the way she came undone, how she let go. I wanted to witness the moment when she surrendered completely.
Her gaze met mine, and in that instant, I saw something break open in her both fragile and beautiful. Her release wasn’t simply physical; it was everything she’d been holding back, everything she’d hidden from me. Her back arched, the tension in her body a silent plea, the tautness of her muscles trembling beneath my fingertips. I watched her unravel, piece by piece, as the toy pushed her to the brink and then beyond.
She had surrendered. She trusted me with a part of herself she’d kept buried for so long. In that moment, I wasn’t just seeing her as a woman; I was seeing her heart laid bare, vulnerable, as she lowered the walls she’d built around herself.
