Man and Woman [M/F]

She woke him up. She hadn’t planned to, but she couldn’t wait. All this time in the house has thrown off her sleep cycle.

His mop of curls had fallen in front of his face as he twisted around in the sheets. His forehead beaded with sweat. Probably a bad dream.

He’d gone to bed in his black boxers. The way they clung to his legs made him look an extra couple inches taller. But that wasn’t what caught Stella’s attention.

In the pulsating heat of her unairconditioned apartment, in the dim glow of the strung up fairy lights, she noticed his bulge. It stood out from the rest of him. It reminded her that Levi was more than just the ear she told her secrets to, more than just a safe place to cry, more than just the soft lips that kissed her goodnight. He was a man. Her man. With all the muscles and hormones and desires and sensations of any animal. And that enraptured her.

She brushed the hair back from his face and snuggled up close to him. She blew lightly on his neck and squeezed his hand until he blinked back into consciousness. “Hi.” He smiled, thinking Stella had just had another bad dream.

She stared into his eyes the way she did the first time he kissed her in front of other people. “Oh, *hi*.” He purred, propped himself up as he realized the intention in her body language.

She pushed him back down and slid on top of him. She wanted to feel that bulge underneath her. She found his favorite spot around his neck and sucked while she rubbed his shoulders. She ran the tips of her fingers down his biceps, to his wrists, all the way to his hands. She squoze then tight in hers as she moved up to his mouth.

He hadn’t shaved in a couple days. She liked that. Just another reminder she was done dating boys. At 20, Stella felt like most of her options may technically have been the same age, but they acted 14. Not Levi.

Even though he was actually almost a year younger than she was, he carried himself with his old soul out front. He handled his responsibilities in the streets and in the sheets. He never forget Stella’s needs, no matter how caught up in the moment he was.

Seeing the mature way he carried himself just added to his natural sexual prowess in Stella’s eyes. She knew she could trust him to trust her.

He moved his hands down her waist as the kissing intensified. Her blonde hair had swept over to the side as she gyrated against him in the muted hums of the very late night turning to very early morning.

As she felt the bulge stiffen beneath her, Stella pulled back to look at him. As if the sheer ecstasy apparent in his sleepy, doe-eyed face wasn’t enough to keep her fully charged, she was reminded of a time when all this seemed impossible.

Both Stella and Levi believed they would be hard to love. But even more so, they believed they’d struggle to fall in love. They both believed they’d have to settle. To be looking up at someone so exactly who they’d hoped to end up with, looking back at them as admiringly, was surreal. They froze for a moment, stuck in the expanse of a fast-moving pause.

The natural rhythm of their passion took over. Stella slid his boxers off. He took his time unhooking her bra and dragging the straps down her shoulders. She’d already soaked through her panties, so she barely noticed when he moved her legs to the side just long enough to roll them off.

Their heavy breaths were perfectly in sync as Stella climbed back on top and took him inside of her. He was like a magic wand with soul. She felt her eyelashes flutter involuntarily as she rode him in absent bliss.

Levi closed his eyes and enjoyed the sudden powder keg of pleasure exploding on his torso so unexpectedly. Just a couple minutes ago he’d been having a nightmare. All of a sudden, he woke up in a dream.

He only opened his eyes to admire Stella’s breasts bouncing as she shifted up and down. He knew she hated her chest more than almost anything, but he couldn’t tell her enough times, she had developed an unrealistic expectation of what natural breasts look like. To him, her 40DD’s were inflated perfection.

Contrary to her unshakable belief, he wasn’t turned off that they sagged a little or had a few light stretch marks. Their natural form drove his lust. They were real. Not edited, not manufactured, actual boobs, right in his face, by surprise. Van Gough couldn’t make better art.

Usually, he’d grown to love it when his girlfriend decided to jump on top, both because it was rare, and because for years he was insecure about how he looked from that angle.

Even though he was an athlete, and a successful one, his disproportioned build and heavy frame were always a point of embarrassment for him. He’d finally told Stella this one day, and she’d emphatically replied, “I wanted a big man. You make me feel safe.” Ever since, he hadn’t much worried about how he looked on top, sideways, lights on, off, he could finally just focus on how he felt.

After a few second more, he put his hands on Stella’s waist and maneuvered her underneath him. He could tell she was consciously using his favorite moves, and he wanted to return the favor while he still could. Plus, his primal carnality had taken over. He needed to be in control now.

He inched his hips just the right angles until he saw her face contort as though she’d grabbed an electric fence. Both were so hot neither could feel the heat anymore. Even if Stella had had central air, it wouldn’t have cooled them down.

“Stella, you’re the question and the answer.” Levi muttered, or tried to, as Stella reached back to play with his balls in between thrusts.

He knew she was close. She only bit her bottom lip that ferociously when she was trying to hold off. Overcome within himself, Levi hid nothing as he choreographed their bodies and hearts to achieve maximum closeness and peak pleasure.

As Levi’s dominant side kicked into overdrive, Stella moaned like she’d just eased into a bubbling jacuzzi. “Levi” she mouthed, taking in this unabashed demonstration of unchecked masculinity. They knew the crescendo was coming in the next stanza. “Levi, Levi, Levi… Aaauuuuh!” Somewhere between a laugh, a cheer, and a gasp, Stella called out as she orgasmed with the joyful adrenaline of a skydiver deploying their parachute. Levi was only a couple seconds behind, too overcome to notice his eyes roll back into his skull as he pancaked to Stella’s side.

As she heaved in the afterglow, with the twinkle of the stars framing her face, Levi saw more than just his personal cheerleader, a dependable confidante, and the best sense of humor he’d met. He saw a woman. An electric orb of sexual energy and feminine tranquility.

He was only just wrapping his mind around what had just happened long enough to begin enjoying the fact that she’d wanted him so badly she woke him up and threw herself at him.

Before he could say anything to her, she had drifted off to sleep, her hand lightly draped over his. Levi drew closer to her and, enveloped in her forcefield, sank into the best rest he had enjoyed all year.

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