Page 149 of Levi

“You set the pace,” I tell him. “Every inch of it. You say stop, we stop, and I will not be anything but glad about it. Tell me what you want.”

“All of it. I want you inside me. I want you to be the first—” He stops. He finishes it looking right at me. “I need it to be you. Only you.”

I’ve never wanted to give a man anything the way I want to give him exactly what he’s asking for. And that is how I know tonight isn’t the right time.

“Levi.” I hold his face so he can’t misunderstand me. “Not tonight, baby.”

His eyes flicker. Bracing for me to reject him. That fast he’s willing to believe I don’t want him.

“Hear me out before you decide what it means,” I tell him. “When that happens, and it’s going to happen, I promise you, it’s not sharing a night with anything else. Not with the box. Not with Freddie’s circus. Not with the bad day you’ve had.

“The first time I slide my cock inside you, the only thing that day gets to be about is us. You’ve waited for someone who’d care what happened to you after. And I’m so damn glad you did. We need to wait for it to be right for you.”

He looks at me a long moment. “Are you sure there’s not another reason that you’re not telling me? Am I too much to deal with? I know I’m fucked up in the head.”

I reach for his hand and put it on my cock. “Do you think I don’t want you? That I don’t want you more than anything right now? Touch me and tell me that.”

He strokes my throbbing cock and that gets the ghost of a laugh out of him, which is what I was after.

“Tonight we can go further than we’ve gone. If you’re up to it. That’s all.”

“I am.”

I slick my fingers carefully, coating them until the lube shines in the low light, more than necessary because I refuse to let a single second of this feel like anything but care.

“Do you remember what to do?”

“Push out. Breathe.”

I settle between his thighs, one palm steady on the inside of his knee, holding him open without pressure, just presence. My other hand drifts lower, the pad of my first finger tracing the soft, warm place between his cheeks, circling once, twice, letting him feel the slickness before anything more.

“I’m going to slide the first one in now,” I tell him. “Nice and slow. You tell me if it feels like too much.”

“It’s not too much,” he answers immediately. “I want your hands on me like this. You don’t need to be so careful with me.”

I smile up at him. “Let me decide that.”

I press in slow. Just the tip at first, watching every flicker across his face. The tight ring of muscle gives under the pressure, and I ease the first knuckle inside, then the second, until my finger is seated fully inside him. Heat closes around me. I let him adjust, my free hand stroking the tense muscle of his thigh in long, soothing passes.

“That’s one,” I murmur against the skin just above his hip. “Relax. You’re doing so well. Just breathe with me.”

“I am,” he says, and the words come out on a shaky exhale. “It feels… good. Fuller already.”

“That’s because I’m taking my time with you.” I begin to move, the shallowest of slides, in and out, coating him from the inside. “Feel that? How your body opens when I go slow?”

“Yes.” His hips shift in a tiny roll. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I curl my finger slightly, searching, and find the smooth, slightly firmer place that makes his whole body lift.

“There,” I murmur. “That’s the place that belongs to you and me. Tell me what it feels like.”

“Like you’re touching a place inside me no one else ever has,” he answers. “Like it was waiting for you. God, Dante — do that again.”

I stay on that spot with tenderness, rubbing in small, firm circles while my finger continues its slow, deep glide. The second finger waits, slick and ready against his hole, but I don’t rush it. I let him get used to the single finger first, let the pleasure build until his hips start to rock in tiny, unconscious rolls.

“I’m going to give you the second one now,” I tell him. “Same as before. You push out when I press in. Ready?”

“Ready,” he says, no hesitation. “I want both. I want to see how much of you I can take tonight.”