Page 55 of One More Chance
Afterward, the waves ebbed from her body and her breathing gradually returned to rhythm. Her chest rose and fell like a settling tide and I held the silence with her, taking in what I'd learned.
“Good girl,” I said with admiration in my voice. What she'd shown me had left me in awe of her, how she had opened herself to me and let me in. “You’re incredible. You are so much more than I ever deserved.”
She gave a shaky smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You still couldn’t give up control, huh?”
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “Still a smart ass ever after that? The toy didn't do its job well.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched fighting back a smile. “Don’t push it. I usually use a few per night."
Surprise flickered through me as I glanced over at the open drawer. Curiosity tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reached for another. “Well shit, Sloane. In that case,” I said, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “let’s use another.”
Her laughter spilled out, light and joyfully breathless. “Oh god,” she sighed. “I don’t know if I can do it again with you.”
“I'm pretty sure we can find something in this warehouse of yours.”
“You’ve definitely changed,” she whispered. Her voice held a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't name.
My chest tightened as a lump formed in my throat, but I pushed it down to focus on her; on that moment with her. I reached for another toy, my hands steady but my thoughts scattered. “I am changing,” I said.
"I know, Levi. I see it." She put her hand on her stomach. "My nausea is better.”
“So an orgasm is the cure? Well, I can absolutely make sure that keeps happening.”
I rifled through the drawer with mock seriousness. “Okay, this one’s purple… and this one is ribbed?” I turned it over in my hand with a playful arch of my brow. “Do any of these come with a user manual or a ‘how to not mess this up’ guide?”
Sloane laughed again, freer now, as we settled on a toy together; something designed for deeper pleasure. An insertion toy. Her nervousness lingered, but she didn’t retreat.
I looked up at her, slowing things down again. “Tell me if anything feels too much, okay? Because I’m flying blind here.”
She nodded, fingers finding mine and squeezing gently before letting go.
I turned the toy on, again choosing the lowest setting. Its quiet vibration hummed between us as I slipped the tiniest tip of it inside her. She shifted slightly, her breath catching, anticipation coiling. I moved slowly, in and out of her opening, teasing the toy inside her with care. I never took my gaze from her face: how she parted her lips, fluttered her eyes, gasped each time I went slightly deeper.
“Good?” I whispered.
Her nod was barely there, but her voice, breathy and trembling, said, “Yes… good. Good boy. I am so close. I'm gonna...”
Just like before, her body responded as pleasure curled her toes, one hand gripped the sheets, the other dug her nails into my back. She was so close I could taste it. I adjusted the toy's setting higher and she gasped. She bucked her hips and arched her back, as her body trembled beneath the rhythm I kept. The soft gasps, low moans, and heavy breathing that escaped her were music to me, thickening my already swollen cock.
“Fuck me, Sloane. I might come from watching you.”
I don’t know if she heard me as the second orgasm took her. It wasn’t just her sound that undid me; it was her face.I don't think I was ready for me to witness her in her full glory.
The realization that I must have been a lousy lover punched me as I watched her come down.
I have never made her come this fast or this hard.
I relished in all the little twitches of her body as I held her tightly.
“That was intense,” she murmured and nuzzled closer.
I chuckled, brushing my fingers through her hair. “Sounds like I’ve got steep competition.”
“Shh,” she whispered. “I love it when you do it too.”
“Glad to know I made the top contenders. I’ll take bronze. Maybe silver.”
“You’re gold, you idiot,” she murmured against my neck.
