*Mature content*

Present:

They did go shopping, in fact they were out the whole day in Duxbury, as well as exploring neighbouring towns. And although the conversation about the game of pool and what followed didn't come up again, it didn't need to when Leah's memory blessed her with the feral facts.

She called her mum when they got home- apparently more of her stuff was to arrive within the next three to four weeks- whilst Steven attached the stair gates with Liv's assistance judging by the conversation Leah could hear out one ear from the kitchen.

The rest of the furnishings and flat-pack furniture could wait until Sunday, and now that daylight had faded, there was a drunken confession to confront.

"Do I make you feral?" Leah asked, replacing her toothbrush.

"Feral?"

Steven was rubbing moisturiser on his face, but paused to look at her. It wasn't panic, but when he continued his mundane task to make his skin glow, there was a realisation of what she was alluding to that kept his eyes trained to his reflection in the mirror.

He finished, puffing out his cheeks, and Leah made her move.

"Mm, quand je parle Français à toi?"

Curling a few of her fingers lightly under his jaw, she traced the shape of his mouth with her thumb. She watched the movement impassively, feeling the soft texture that was disrupted by a minor crack, and when his lips parted with a quiet breath, she slipped her thumb into his mouth.

Intimately silent, Leah flicked her eyes up to his, and waited for the reaction that told her she had overstepped a boundary. It never came, and Steven started sucking gently and rubbing his tongue along her thumb.

"Aimes-tu ça, Stevie?"

He nodded, guessing the translation of liking what she was doing.

It wasn't so much a kink or fetish; Leah just wanted to express a different form of affection and sexual attraction, and Steven seemed to understand that.

His teeth grazed her skin when she pushed her thumb all the way into his mouth, and when the short, deep noises tested his vocals, Leah removed her wet thumb and reached up to undo the knot at the back of his bandana.

She ruffled his hair past his ears, accepting the dominant path of Steven's hands claiming her waist and travelling down to rest on her ass.

"Je t'aime," Leah whispered, thumbing the corner of his mouth, before his lips did the rest of the talking.

She was quick to lift, and snap the waistband of his pyjama bottoms back to his hips, smiling when she could feel him getting aroused, and heat was soon radiating between them from being pressed up against each other in all the right places.

"That means I love you, right?" Steven was beginning to walk backwards out of the bathroom.

"Yeah," Leah confirmed, keeping up with him to reclaim his glossed lips in another kiss.

She tugged his graphically worded 'Pussy is not Dead' t-shirt up his torso, an eagerness from Steven to relieve it over his head and chuck on the floor, and seeing his naked upper body, tattoo, and muscle toning on display, never ceased to take her breath away.

"Can I try something with you?" Steven asked, once she had crawled into his lap.

Knees either side of his thighs, hands on his shoulders, Leah relaxed.

"What is it?"

"Have you ever tried edging? Y'know getting close and then stopping, and then doing that again and ag-"

"No!" Leah objected, pulling his shoulders in distaste. "I hate being teased."

"It's not teasing," Steven countered, bringing her face forward.

"It is teasing."

"Teasing..." He pulled out the scrunchie in her hair, tossing it to the side. "Is for another time."

Leah hated that she knew he wasn't joking, because the day Steven Tyler had her begging to cum, would be something she could never prepare herself for.

"So, would you like to try?"

There had to be a very good reason to deny an opportunity for sex with Steven, and switching things up was not one of them.

"Yes," Leah decided, doing the honours of pushing him flat on his back.

Smiles dissolving into kisses aside, the rest of their clothes were removed one by one, and hands or mouths brushed over sensitive areas with no such intention to tease.

There wasn't any sort of rush when Steven was opening a condom packet, protection that would probably make him last longer, but from how turned on Leah was feeling from their innocent fumbles, the whole edging prospect was suddenly a lot less appealing.

The sex started normally though, a pleasant change to return to something more vanilla with a pace where there wouldn't be an issue getting too close, too soon, until Steven decided enough was enough, and left her horny and alone.

"Come sit up here." He had flopped against the headboard, reaching behind to adjust his pillow again.

Leah couldn't believe what she was seeing; cock hard in his hand when it should have stayed inside her.

"Leah, I'm going to be doing it with you."

It must have been a subconscious thing, because Steven was rubbing his fingertips where the condom ended, and she couldn't take her eyes off the circular motions.

Moving up the bed felt like torture in itself; she was hot and wet from a couple minutes of sex, and they hadn't even started edging each other.

Steven positioned himself close once she was comfortable, and Leah was more than relieved when two of his fingers disappeared deep into cunt.

"Rub your clit."

She opened her eyes that had drifted closed from the slow fingering, features contorting again to protest.

"No," she whined. "No, I'll-"

"Yes, you can." Steven was reaching for her right hand and guiding her fingers, firmly placing the pad of her index and middle on a sensitive nub. It sent a spasm in her leg because of the initial pressure.

"Rub," he demanded.

Loathing the air she breathed, pathetically spewing out her whines, Leah started to make slow circles under his hungry eyes, because it was the only way she could cope when his fingers weren't moving inside her.

"Faster, baby."

Steven began touching his cock, literally having a royal wank at the same pace as her, and with two of his fingers shoved, unmoving, in her pussy.

"That's it. Fuck, you look so good."

Leah stared at his mouth that swore his praise, and then down to his masturbating hand. She was rubbing her clit in a way that got her close, forgetting this was about edging, and if it wasn't for Steven's realisation to pull his fingers out and hold her wrist out of the way, she quite possibly would have cum.

Empty, and clenching around nothing.

"You're going to do that a couple more times," Steven said, fingers returning just an inch or two in her pussy. "And then you're going to cum on my cock."

"Oh, you're such a fucking twat." Snarky, and squirming at the intense feeling his fingers were creating, Leah didn't dare to rub her clit again. "This is teasing."

Knees spreading open, feet restless, the looming figure of her boyfriend with his beautiful halo of hair falling to his shoulders, began expressing his dominance.

"Are you disobeying me, Leah?" Steven had leaned forward, thumb swiping arcs and pushing into pink flesh. "Because we can just fuck instead. My way."

Leah forced a kiss to his lips, giving him the hint she wanted it hard and fast, and was convinced that at some point he was going to talk his way into her orgasm.

They moved to the edge of the bed, Steven setting his feet on the floor, and his hands splayed possessively over her hips to pull her down onto his cock.

Leah's back arched against his stiff chest, his deep breathing fanned on her neck, hers caught in her throat, because of the shock to accommodate him once again.

Like this, they had a view of the shutters and blinds of one of the windows, but that dark outside world wasn't the freedom they sought so desperately.

"Where can you feel me, Leah? Show me. Touch where you can feel me."

Having to bite her lip to prevent herself moaning at his words, Leah took his hand that he had provided her, and dragged it low over her abdomen. Shakily, she tapped a single finger on the back of his hand, because she did not trust her voice to fulfil a sentence.

"Do you think anyone else can make you feel as good as I do? Hm?"

She shook her head helplessly, nails digging into his hand that remained on her stomach, because when he started thrusting his hips up, she was getting a flavour for a hard fuck.

"That's what I thought," Steven grunted, relentlessly creating the perfect angles. "Because this pussy is mine, and for my cock only."

He had no right. None. And yet, Leah couldn't even be mad. Not when he was fucking her like some rag doll, and giving her a true taste of his dominant side.

"I'm...I'm gonna-"

"Wait. Not yet."

Steven held her hair, jaw stiffening when he was clenched balls deep, because the next time the thrusts started up, neither of them could hold back.

Leah wasn't told otherwise, if she would have listened to him, a different matter, and turned her head on his shoulder to watch him watch her cum.

A blowjob in the morning hadn't tailored a limit on Steven's release in the slightest, and when he was ready, he matched the volume and chose her breasts to squeeze with his hands. It wasn't how it was planned, but a pair of hammering hearts offered an insight into a pretty good alternate outcome to a bit of experimenting.

Leah slumped, but felt Steven press a gentle kiss on the side of her chin, and hug her tight with his cheek nudging against her shoulder.

Embodied in his love, savouring the hug where her own hands rubbed his arms, she closed her eyes, because this really was the man of her dreams.

A quick clean up and bathroom break later, Leah was dressed, lying in bed, and waiting for her man, who had gone to check on Liv for possible...noise reasons.

Even if her vision was half obstructed by her pillow, she made every effort to see a shirtless Steven closing the door and scratching at the back of his messy curls of hair so his skin stretched over his ribs.

"All good?" she checked, admiring his little smile aimed in her direction.

"All good," he echoed, climbing onto their bed.

It was no surprise when he muscled his way on top of her first, arms and legs clumsily trapping her in, instead of going to his side.

"Hi," Steven grinned, resting his chin on her chest.

"Hello my gorgeous boyfriend," Leah replied warmly, feeding her fingers through his hair.

He lifted himself up then, and pressed a slow kiss on her lips that was the epitome of how sex ended between them. The sweet detachment was followed by seconds, haphazard as it were.

"That's quite a title," Steven remarked, rolling over to his side of the bed.

Leah nestled closer, using his pillow to rest her head on, and pathed her index finger over his collarbones to touch the skin on his throat.

It dipped when he swallowed, and she was encapsulated by the rougher texture when she brushed her knuckle under his chin. She loved seeing the shave dots that were responsible for his shadow over his top lip.

"What are you doing?" Steven asked, trying to move his head. There was a smile in his voice.

"I want you to grow it out." Leah expressed her desires, using her thumb instead. "But at the same time, your smooth face is so sexy."

"You want to see me with a moustache?"

She hummed a laugh at the imaginary bar handles he was neatening above his lip with precise rubs of his fingers and thumbs.

"Mm, I'd love to see you with a moustache."

Before she followed with a kiss on his plush mouth, her phone buzzed. Curious, Leah propped herself on an elbow, leaving Steven to fiddle with her hair.

It was an email, an importantly flagged email at a strangely late hour, and unlocking her phone, she opened up the notification.

"What is it?" Steven asked.

Leah sat up further, clutching the duvet at her waist, but it was because she was reading the first sentence that revealed the offer she had been so desperately waiting for.

"I got an interview!" she exclaimed, skimming through the rest of the email and picking out the important words only. "For that job- the one in town!"

"Hey, that's great!" Steven enthused, stretching a smile. "I told you so."

"What? No, you didn't."

"Oh, so you don't want some lovin'?"

"But we just..."

Confusion aside, Steven was kneeling over her, and placing a lingering kiss on her lips. A lean on his stiff arms in which his knuckles kneaded the mattress, he shuffled down, watching her the entire time whilst adjusting the covers low on his back.

"I think you deserve it, amore mio."

Leah's phone dropped out of her hand onto the pillow, and not because Steven was indulging in his Italian roots with an equally loving nickname for her.

Open mouthed kisses started on her stomach, an automatic reaction to keep his head in place, and they were soon leaving wet trails on every exposed bit of skin on her thighs to entice her body into another round of pleasure.

Because it was just Steven and his tongue, and his gift that kept on giving.

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