Levy's smile disappeared and the seriousness he emitted began to scare me. I had hoped that he would take my doubt as a joke, but I had pissed him off with it instead. He then grabbed me and forced me in opposition to the wall. He pressed himself against me and his arm jabbed into my stomach while his hands grasped at my sides. I hesitated. Wait. That didn't make sense. His arms were in between me and the wall, how could one be-? Oh dear god! I lost all of the breath in my body as his fully erect cock pumped heat into my belly with each of his heartbeats. Our clothes seemed so thin from how much my body felt the details of his being pressed against it.
I fully became red and knew that if I tried to speak, only pleasurable cries would escape my lips. As if he sensed it, he began urging me to speak. "Feel that? Tell me what that is. Tell me!" His muscular arms tightened around me, pressing me harder against it. I didn't know what he was going to do if I waited, so I tried forcing the words from my mouth. "Y-Your..." He leaned his face closer once the word stopped itself from coming out. "Say it." His powerful voice pushed the rest of what I had to say out of me, despite my embarrassment. "Erection..." His face brushed against mine as the red in his eyes began to come out. "And where did I get it?" My lip quivered as he brushed it. "Me..." I said, quietly.
He growled in the back of his throat and lifted my leg so he could press himself against my entrance. Up until now, I believed that jeans were thick. I was proven wrong by how hard I felt him against me. I gasped and let a cry escape me. His face remained irritated, although it changed as if my sound excited him. "In a complete sentence! Tell me why you drive me crazy!" It was hard to think straight with such a sensitive part of me being touched. Especially with what it was being touched by. The way my body reacted surprised me. I subconsciously opened up so he could push himself deeper.
I was filled with so much need all of a sudden, and I felt my panties moisten with every throb he gave. "Y-You got it from me because I-I am attractive..." He pulled my chin up and stared into my soul. "That's better." I couldn't escape the sensuality in his voice and waited for him to take me. My body couldn't stand it any longer. He then took my mouth within his and a surge of pleasure activated my arms to wrap around his neck. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and grasped his head, begging him for release.
His piercings moved against my face and stimulated my senses. The tendons in his thick and tattooed neck jerked from how passionately he kissed me and his jawline moved so sexily every time he gently bit my lips. After playing with my lips, he helped himself to the inside of my mouth. His long tongue began to fuck mine again, and he started to move his hips into me. Each small thrust sent shockwaves through me and I fought to find my breath. The feeling was so bizarre that I could only imagine what he would feel like inside.
What was I doing? I was so turned on by everything he did that I was just going to hand him my virginity on a silver platter. Suddenly, I returned to my senses and pulled out of the kiss. "Wait. Don't take it further than this." He stopped and looked at me with an unreadable expression. "Why?" I hesitated, remembering that consent was a gray area in his morality. "I-I don't know you well enough..." He raised an eyebrow. "Think I might take off after, eh?" I nodded and avoided his gaze. "I know you did a lot for me today, but you said that you get plenty of sex. I don't know whether you do this for every other girl you go out with." He shrugged and set my feet back down on the floor. "Understandable concern."
He pulled away from me and straightened himself up. "Very well then. I will try again on our second date," he said as he straightened his tie. I looked up at him, curiously. "You want to go out with me again?" He turned to me with a smirk. "Of course. I had a lot of fun tonight. You can decide where we go next. I'll call you tomorrow to set up a day that works best for you." He pulled me in for a kiss before taking his coat and heading to the door. "Oh, and one more thing. Stop me sooner next time. You have no idea how close I was. Goodnight, Lavender."
The next day at work I couldn't stop the images of last night from flooding my brain. As well as what he told me before he left. He was serious about being able to lose control. I felt his strength. I knew that he would be able to force me to do anything he wanted. Something was wrong with me, because for some reason that was hot. No one else could get away with that. Only Levy. It was like he could do no wrong to me. With every new and horrific fact I learned about him, I just found a way to make my peace with it and keep going deeper.
I couldn't help it. I felt like a princess every time I was around him. And last night I truly felt like a woman for the first time in my life. He was the man that I fell in love with without having to meet him, the man who saved my life, and now he was making me feel desirable. I thought I was nothing before him. Now the words he said to me kept repeating themselves in my head. How he made me say that I was attractive, and how he proved that he thought so too.
I could still feel the shape of his dick imprinted on my stomach. I tingled at how it moved as if he was desperate to fuck me. With the way his voice changed, I didn't doubt it. The octave was so deep and full of lust, the very memory made me shudder. I then remembered how he was going to call me after work today and I was brought back into the present. I had to come up with a date for us to go on, so I came up with an idea before I finished my shift.
As soon as I was able to clock out, I practically ran home and back to my apartment to wait for his call. I had stopped carrying my gun with me now that I knew I would choose death over killing someone, so running was probably a better idea anyway. After I locked my apartment door behind me, I took off my heavy coat and waited for his call. For a moment, I wondered if he would forget. I debated on whether I should call him first when my phone rang.