Page 16 of Ruthless In A Suit

We’re getting there together.

I can feel the tension inside her building, and I could have her coming in seconds if I wanted to. But I want to feel her come on my cock, and so I stop. She whimpers, but quickly realizes what’s coming next when I stand to unbutton my jeans.

I gaze down at her, naked and laid out before me. Our eyes meet, and she’s so full of want that I can barely stand it. I kick off my jeans, then drop down to my knees between her legs.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask her.

“Yes. Please. I want you so bad,” she replies. She hooks a leg around my waist and tugs me down on top of her. My cock immediately makes contact with her pussy, warm and wet and wanting. I have to close my eyes and breathe deep not to come immediately. I look down at her, and see just a glimmer of hesitation in her eyes.

“What is it?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow.

Her eyes drift down to the space between us, to my dick standing at attention. Then, in a small voice, she says, “Be gentle,” and my heart feels like it’s going to swell until it bursts into a thousand pieces.

I plant a soft kiss on her lips.

“Of course,” I reply. “I’ll always take care of you.”

I reach between us and grasp my cock, guiding it along her warm folds. I rub the head in slow circles around her clit, hoping to dissolve any remaining tension. I watch her lips part, her head tilt back, and just when I think she’s going to come apart, I begin to slide into her.

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Maybe it’s that she’s a virgin, or that I love her more than anything on this Earth, or that she’s going to be my wife. Whatever it is, just the mere act of entering her sends my breath from my body in ragged bursts.

“Oh my god,” I moan as I disappear into her completely.

Cadence, for her part, seems to have no words. Instead, she’s laser focused on me, her eyes searching mine as we join together.

When I begin moving inside her, pulling slowly out, then pushing slowly, deeply back in, I lock eyes with her. “I love you,” I tell her, and I mean it with every part of my being. I want her to know she’s loved. I want her to feel how real it is, so that when she has a moment to doubt, a moment to wonder after I tell her what I’ve done, she’ll remember this and know for sure.

She reaches up to cup my face in her hands, pulling me close until we’re nearly nose-to-nose. “I love you too,” she says. “I love you forever and always.”

“I’m counting on it,” I reply.

We continue like that, our eyes locked on one another as I make love to her for the first time. For her first time. We never take our eyes off each other as I begin to move faster, to thrust harder, to test how much she can take.

I watch her eyes grow wide, her fingers digging into my hair, my neck, and then my back as she grows closer to falling over the edge. I’m close, too close, the feeling of her warm and tight around my cock, her legs pulling me even deeper inside her as she rocks her hips to match my movement. I want her to come. I want us to come together. So I reach between us and let my thumb find her clit again and begin circling in rhythm.

“Levi, make me come,” she pants, her nails digging into my back. “Please, I’m so close.”

I apply more pressure to her clit as I rock even deeper inside her, harder and faster, our orgasms building together.

“Come with me,” I say, my eyes on her, wanting to watch every moment of her undoing.

“Yes!” She cries. “Yes! God yes, I’m coming!”

I feel the exact moment when she comes. She clamps down on me, and that sensation sends me over the edge right after her. I thrust hard into her as we come together for the first time.

I collapse on top of her, careful to support my weight enough not to hurt her, and enjoy the feeling of our skin pressed together from head to toe.

I’ve never much liked the phrase “making love.” It always felt sentimental and soap opera-ish to me. But as I lay close enough to feel our hearts pounding in rhythm, our chests rising and falling in the same breaths, I know that there’s no other way to describe what we just did.

That wasn’t just sex, and it definitely wasn’t fucking. I love her more fiercely than I ever thought possible, and feeling our bodies joined seemed to only make that love explode exponentially.

The actor has finally disappeared.

The role is gone and never to return.

I’m just me now—Levi Maxon—damaged and fucked up beyond all repair, in love with a woman and hoping to God she’ll still love him back when she realizes what an ass he can be.

“Well you were right about one thing,” Cadence whispers into my ear.