Somehow, Leah refrained from giving herself an orgasm, because touching herself when it could be Steven, was just enough to prevent her chasing a rhythm that she wouldn't be able to stop.

She was clean, dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a navy Hollister crested t-shirt, and her hair was combed neatly past her shoulders.

It was as refreshing as she could feel, and staring at her reflection, swirling cool mouthwash around her mouth, she was genuinely impressed how spotless the bathroom was- from the neat storage with folded towels, right down to the perfect alignment of shower gels and products.

Steven must have had the cabin prepared which only made her smile, because this private trip was already giving her a lot to think about.

Spitting, Leah gave herself a final once over, scratched her fingernails through her hair to vary some texture, checked for tired gloop in her eyes, and then grabbed her stuff.

Strangely, being greeted by Steven with his arms raised holding the door frame above, tufts of hair on display, didn't even startle her.

"Could've saved some time if I joined you." He swayed forwards on his toes, "I would've put the tea in steamy."

A deep sigh raised her shoulders, as Steven continued his momentum to kiss her cheek.

With the awful pick up line he just shared, he could've put the cheese on toast. Maybe, he had already begun dinner preparations in his wait.

"And how long have you been waiting to say that?" Leah asked, beyond disappointed.

Steven swayed close again with a cheeky grin stretching his mouth.

"It was spontaneous, my darlin'."

"Yeah, no." She proceeded to duck under his arm to escape the cheese fest.

Leah let go of her bag with a thump in front of the armchair by the window, but noticed the lack of showering noises.

As suspected, Steven was watching her, and he had a smug comment toying his lips.

She frowned.

"What are you waiting for?"

That bottom lip was tugged at with his teeth, attractive arrogance in full blossom.

"Did you touch yourself?"

Despite his smooth chest trying to distract her, dark eyes trying to tease the answer out of her, Leah simply put the rolled-up towel that was stuffed under her arm on the chair. The original destination, before she was delayed.

"No, I didn't," she answered. "I have more self control than that."

Steven took a moment to look her over as if he had a hunch she was lying (technically she was a bit) but he settled with an impressed downturned mouth that made his chin wrinkle, and a surprised hum tickled his throat when he turned around.

The bathroom door closed.

Leah may have dodged a bullet, but she didn't fully relax until she heard the shower running, which actually just gave her a new idea.

She cracked a smile.

"Hey, no wanking!" she shouted, just to grill her own self-esteem.

However, she could put a healthy sum of money that Steven had got himself off whilst waiting. He was definitely in a better mood, and there was nothing more significant than usual making a healthy outline that the track her eyes had done automatically. Plus, he had been rubbing himself when she-

Steven's face poked out.

"Whoops." He winked, and disappeared behind the door again.

Not quite sure whether to be sarcastically shocked or genuinely nonchalant, Leah rested a hand on the back of her head.

She let out a quiet, unbelievable laugh to herself with the idea of where he had done it, and when she had finished imagining him masturbating, she actually noticed the suitcases in the corner and the hair dryer that had been placed on the bed.

The actual evidence that Steven had managed to use his time alone for other things too.

And if that little consideration that had crossed his mind at whatever point in his wait didn't make her want to stay with him forever, then she was delusional, because she could admit it as easy as the air she breathed.

Steven really was becoming her everything.

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When there was movement out of the corner of her left eye, Leah's attention was naturally shifted in that direction.

It hadn't been that much longer after she had started drying her hair, but she immediately flicked the button off with her thumbnail so the whoosh of warm air stopped blowing into her ear.

Speedy Steven was standing in the bathroom doorway, steam swirling behind him, with only a blue towel covering him. A towel that was low enough to see the top of his hip bones, and it was a sight that easily stimulated something low down in herself that made her glad she was sitting down.

Leah might have stopped breathing when she saw the glistening droplets of water trickle down his chest, but it was more of a challenge when she lifted her unprepared eyes to catch his proud smirk, and following the arc of muscle in his tensed arm when he deliberately pushed his hair back to rid the pesky wet curls from his forehead.

Only temporarily, because the shorter strands flopped back down, but Steven knew what he was doing, and Leah was just drooling over him. Even the hair dryer cord had slipped from her fingertips between her knees without her realising.

"I thought I told you clothes were banned."

His silky, leading voice was gorgeously turning her on in anticipation, but the conscious swallow that gave her a prominent taste of mint when he chose his moment to saunter over, also cautioned her with a few nerves.

Excited, but nerves all the same.

Leah could only look up at him when he stood in front of her, fingertips bracing his hips. Her wild glances had already told her he had no rings occupying his fingers, no bracelets clinging to his wrists, and there were also no necklaces around his neck.

It was just him.

All natural, beautiful in whatever flaws he might have thought he had, and with nothing except a small blue towel, that didn't fall past his knees, to prevent her from admiring him for all his worth.

She gasped softly when he moved and placed his hands on the bed either side of her. There was still a decent gap between them, but when she could smell his clean skin radiating close, she was ravenous to have it pressed against her.

Steven always smelled good, most naturally in the mornings if she happened to wake up with a pile of his hair under her nose or snuggled into his neck (a grand total of twice), but she would never complain if he was fresh from a shower.

"I'm just going to take them off," he continued deeply, lifting his chin up.

Steven leaned forward again, which made Leah lift a heel on the edge of the bed so she could prop herself up in response, but when plush lips were in kissable range, cracked open to breathe too so the sharp mix of mint tangled in their limited air, her elbows were close to giving out.

"You do that then," she challenged, knowing full well she hadn't bothered with anything underneath.

She couldn't wait for his reaction when he found out, but she also couldn't stop staring at his gently parted mouth, or the darker brown tint in his eyes that were equally interested flicking down at her lips every other second.

The next thing Leah knew, she was being forced flat on her back without so much of a brush of the kiss she desired. Grabbing Steven's biceps was the only way to feel a sense of stability until he backed off to press his face into her stomach and left her stinging to touch his skin again.

She almost begged him to come back up so she could kiss him, but when his hands disappeared underneath her t-shirt, running over every bump of her ribs upwards, the words disappeared.

Steven worked out that she had no bra on, the softest of approving sounds escaping his lips, and his exploring touch was hot and claiming.

Leah was trying to watch what he was doing, but she had to abandon the effort, which included stopping the constant reflex to reach her hands out and move his head just a bit further down.

Biting the knuckle of index finger to fight her needy sounds was how she kept her cool, because Steven was kissing every inch of her skin, circling his thumbs, and even pushing rougher in places to test out the boundaries.

Leah loved it all. Everything he did to her. Especially the fluttery feeling she got when he positioned himself to kneel down on the rug.

"I want to go down on you, baby," Steven mumbled, into her tummy. He kissed and hovered his open mouth on each side of her belly button. "I want to taste you so badly."

Leah was out of her mind hearing the hint of desperation. The rush of desire it sent her, feeling his lips brush over sensitive areas of her body and just the presence of him being so close to where she had dreamed of having him, actually made her wish she had taken his warning and followed the no clothes rule in the bedroom.

"Let me," Steven despaired, fingers of one hand tapping the elasticated waist of her shorts. Rubbing across, pulling down, teasing the tied tassels, and slipping back onto her skin. "Please, let me."

"I've..." Leah trailed off with a sharper inhale whistling through her teeth. "I've never..."

She whimpered when Steven no longer touched her. And dropping the hand that had been pushed into the front of her hair to half obstruct her vision, had her being greeted with an upset frown at the end of the bed.

"Who the fuck have you been sleeping with?" Steven asked adamantly, squinting his eyes at the corners. "It should be a man's honour."

The last thing Leah wanted was to be reminded about previous relationships with her current boyfriend, horny now and forced to remember sex then, but seeing Steven genuinely hurt made the honest truth seep out.

"Because I never did it to them." The embarrassment that followed made her lace her fingers together so the backs of her knuckles covered her eyes. "I just assumed I had to do it first, and I didn't want to."

Silence took over the master bedroom. Quite the unexpected, considering it was supposed to be wild with sex. It had been going there if Leah had just stayed quiet and allowed Steven to go down her like he wanted, like she wanted- like she so hopelessly needed.

Instead, she had to open her mouth and deliver a vague couple of words that unfortunately led to the correct interpretation.

"Do you trust me?" Steven carefully slotted a palm over her raised kneecap.

Peeking underneath her knuckles at the contact, Leah saw he had settled closer, too close for her to stay calm, and too close for her not to think about his adorned lips that were always being glided between by an eager, smooth pointed tongue.

He did it now, almost nervously, and the tight swallow in his throat, the subtle flex of his fingers draped over her knee, was him begging to have his attention elsewhere.

Delaying her response was not because Leah didn't know, it was because his mouth was going to be on her pussy in every single outcome. Another new experience, another exploration into pleasure, and entirely free from judgement.

"Yes," she replied, nodding down at him. "I do trust you."

Steven was really trying to keep his eyes trained on hers, and him rubbing her knee gently was probably to distract him.

"Then I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with." He was soft, but firm with his assurance. "You don't need to return it, but I really want to do this."

A lethargic smile from hearing the words from the world's most perfect man had Leah rolling her eyes back until the beams of dark wood danced in her vision. She was in a heated daze with him down there, and not even her exposed midriff could cool her down.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined what your mouth could do to me," Leah told him, welcoming the raunchy thoughts that had crossed her mind more and more frequently.

Steven's long hum that followed and the guidance to straighten out her knee, had the excitement pound again, and when he started running his hands up her legs, she bit her lip.

Ankles up to her thighs. Not too gentle. Not too rough.

"You've done your legs?"

Leah lifted her head.

"Yeah, not my- you know what? I don't need to tell you that."

She laughed dumbly at the end because she realised what she was about to say. Personal routines could be kept hidden, despite the fact he was already aware of what happened when she didn't keep up with it all.

"I told you, I don't mind." Steven smoothed his hands behind her kneecaps to hold and guide her down the bed.

"Yeah you do," she sighed, settling back once he was happy with her position. "And so do I...most of the time."

Steven didn't push it, though he looked like he wanted to, and gestured for her to lift up her hips.

A personal ism of curses were muttered under his breath when her shorts were freed from her ankles, probably because her lower half was completely exposed for his taking. And instead of looking down at him, to see his reaction, she just squirmed when he kissed underneath her belly button.

"Relax." Steven spoke gently, lacing her hand that had been abandoned next to her side. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

The pressure of his other hand landing and pushing up her thigh to rest at her hip in his prolonged silence most definitely had him smiling to himself.

"But, I don't think you will."

Leah didn't have the ability to prepare a response when he licked so confidently up to her clit.

She squeezed his hand too tightly, but she wanted more of the texture of his tongue as soon as he finished the initial swipe.

"Fuck me, you're so much better than I imagined," Steven drew out in disbelief. He reclaimed his hand so he could position both of his thumbs to part down her slit.

Dipping in and out to spread wet everywhere, and driving her absolutely crazy.

"My god- fucking yes," he whispered to himself, leaning forward to kiss the aching heat away. "This pussy is mine."

Not quite sure how to process anything, Leah let him do what he wanted. Including pushing her thighs apart so she was embarrassingly open.

When Steven got going, and she knew when his attention was buried in her centre, his tongue moved constantly, and flicked her clit like the expert he apparently was around the female anatomy.

He closed his mouth, rhythmically curling his tongue to lap the wet that kept pooling, and kissed every sensitive edge of flesh like he wanted to become a specialist in her vagina.

She wouldn't complain if that was the case.

But, the breakpoint was when his hand hooked under her thigh and guided her leg over his shoulder. Leah had to shuffle forwards again, but she could literally fuck his face and she was way too close to not have any control over the perfect angles he was making.

Steven was rubbing one of her shaking arms, soothing her like it was perfectly fine she was bucking her hips into his face, and the moment his free thumb entered the mix and pushed at her clit that was so swollen, soaked and crying for his touch, Leah was absolutely done for.

She had scrunched the majority of his hair against the back of his neck, and catching a glimpse of the concentrated frown ghosting down over his closed eyes, had her orgasm ripple through her with the next fast stroke of his tongue.

It felt messy, the intermittent moaning of his name was noise that felt too loud as she came, but the best thing about it all was that Steven just gripped her tighter and encouraged her to grind against his face.

Pleasured delightfully, breathing heavily, Leah let go of his hair and flopped back on the bed.

The aftershocks were pulsing against Steven's lips and tongue, both of which taking their sweet time licking her clean but she didn't even have the strength to look down at him and see how he savoured every last second he was kneeling down with his face between her legs.

Because all Leah could do was bend her arm haphazardly over her eyes, have her hooked leg guided back onto the bed, and appreciate the recovery space when her boyfriend was no longer in the territory to give her an incredible orgasm she didn't think she would ever get the privilege of receiving.

Steven had stood up by the popping of his knees, but all of her surroundings and senses just blurred into a sexual experience and were nowhere near close to focusing until she had recovered.

"Good?" Steven asked presumptuously, probably wiping the glistening state of his mouth. Maybe even looking down at her pussy as he spoke because it was the place he had just inhaled for the last however many minutes.

"I want you-" Leah blindly pointed at him with her free hand, but her wrist quickly slackened and fell. "-to do that...every day."

Breathing in a couple more shaky breaths until she broke into a smile, Leah propped herself up on elbows, chin ducked into her rising chest, and timed it perfectly to catch Steven's tongue dart over his lips.

Lips that were made to eat-

"Can you stand up?"

When she twitched a frown, Steven just repositioned his hands so they rested readily on top of his towel, which, with a quick glance, may have been concealing a significant lump.

"What're you-oh w-shit you're-"

Steven dropped his towel, stiffy rising on full display which was enough to blow her eyes wide and stop her rambling, pointless speech.

"You've got to stop doing me first," Leah firmed, but when he was forcing her down on her back, her point was disappearing faster than she could blink. "It's just un-"

Caught at the back of her throat, she moaned when his cock rested on her stomach, actually on her stomach because he had deliberately pushed up her t-shirt high enough.

Steven planked his arms either side of her head so he could lean most of his weight down, probably for friction, but feeling the heat of his erection almost made her jerk a hand to touch him. The only reason she didn't was because his subtle hump forced an exploration to his strong back.

"Do you want round two?"

Lips went down her neck, teasing bites, and his thumb stretched to keep her chin tilted up so he could suck her tight skin.

"Just-" Leah tried to even out her breathing, but she couldn't. She trailed his spine with her fingers, squeezed her knees either side of him, kept fluttering her eyes closed, but she didn't think she could quite bring herself to go through it all again. "-give me a...j-ust give me a moment?"

Steven's lips pulled away from their marking mission, and surprisingly, so did he. He shuffled back on his hands and knees, which made the mattress bounce, but his naked body never gave her the room to recover.

Angling her head towards her shoulder to look down at him, Leah found him sitting back on his heels centrally in between her legs. It made her confused at first, but then she was watching him touch the base of his own cock, fingertips rubbing up and down, and she decided there and then that reclaiming her sanity was out of the equation.

"You wanna watch something, Leah?" Steven asked, lips parted and lusciously pink to help him quietly pant his breaths.

The question in hand was quite literally in his hand, but when Leah glanced down his chest and tensed stomach, she paid the price by clamping her legs together. Of course, her knees only ended up knocking against Steven, which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

She could scrap her imagination of him masturbating, because his hand moving to hold further up his cock, was teasing to perform an unforgettable encore of earlier.

"I think it's going to change your mind." He twisted his grip around so she could see his thumb fumbling over a pronounced vein ridge that she had the urge to lick.

She had to swallow to dry out the saliva that accumulated in her mouth, which was something that no man's dick had ever made her so hungry for a taste.

"Yes, Steven," Leah begged, eyeing his hand every other second. "Please show me."

Poking his tongue to the corner of his mouth to strengthen his jaw, Steven loosely started massaging his hand upwards to get him started. That alone was a spectacular sight, but the harder jerks that followed, him letting go, and the rushed squeeze to his own balls was something else entirely.

The soft grunt he made from it whilst hunched over to look at his erection, and him taking his sweet time to guide his thumb back up over the tip, was probably the sexiest thing Leah had ever heard and seen during a sexual situation.

She didn't think she was ready for another orgasm, but she was so very very wrong when Steven moved onto his knees again, held his cock again, leaned on his free palm he positioned close to her hip for balance, and teased her over-sensitive clit.

The sensation of him spreading precum all over her was something she couldn't describe.

"You like that?" Steven provoked. "You want me yet?"

"You turn me on so much," Leah confessed, pushing her head back into the bed. Her eyes were screwed closed, but she could smell his skin- she could smell sex- and she couldn't keep her hands still as they clutched his arms. "Everything...about you."

"Yeah?" Steven resumed a more comfortable position to hold his weight up.

It brought them effortlessly closer, and Leah's sudden intake of air was silenced by the mouth brushing against hers.

"I wanna hear you say my name out loud. I wanna hear all your sweet noises," Steven crooned, the pitch of his voice deepening when he spoke too quietly. "You don't have to hold anything back for me."

Their noses were practically touching, and Leah couldn't quite believe what this man had just done to her without so much of a single, proper kiss.

She could have easily leaned up and kissed him herself, but she was getting pissed off at his curling smirk, and the successful sex persuasion that danced around his pupils.

"You better fuck me, Tallarico," she said seriously, mesmerised by the natural lines that stemmed either side of his nose to cut across his smooth cheekbones. "You better fuck me really good."

With that, Steven held onto her wrists, and helped her onto her feet.

Leah knew he wanted to have sex standing from the downstairs escapade, she just wasn't expecting to be so eager herself when he pushed her against the wall next to the fireplace, stood very close behind her, and felt intimately down her side with a splayed hand.

"Don't move."

Dominant Steven. She could get used to that. Her body was absolutely living for it.

She stood with her feet almost on top of one another, toes curling in anticipation, and she couldn't help but take a sneak peek to see what he was up to.

A simple sideward glance and Steven was tearing open a condom packet. Every touch he gave himself, or lack of, just made her wetter than she already was, and when he looked up, she looked away, trying to act like she hadn't just been caught drooling and swaying her knees together to stop her pussy throbbing.

Steven returned, standing behind her taller in height, breathing out a deeper, but controlled stream of air close to her ear, and everything about his presence had her shivering in delight.

"Off," he ordered, holding the hem of her top.

Leah lifted her arms without hesitation, heard it get flung somewhere behind them, and finally, there was nothing separating their bodies.

Steven's dominance disappeared after that, with him smoothing her hair back softly. It made her tilt her head back with him, and when he inhaled behind her ear, Leah felt inexplicably warm and comfortable like sex with him always managed to be.

Steven kissed her shoulder once he tucked hair out the way, and both of his hands moved up her front until his thumbs and index fingers tweaked her nipples. It was nice, but it didn't turn her on like the feeling of his hard cock jammed behind her, and so close to where she needed him.

"Sensational," he praised into her skin, lips resting on her right shoulder, palms skimming over her breasts again. "You are a work of art."

Melting at his compliments, Leah locked her fingers into the gaps between his knuckles to stop his free roam.

"Please," she begged, leaning back into his chest. "I need you."

She hated being so needy, but the fact he adjusted himself so his protected cock rested in the correct place, made her less conscious that it was just her feeling the strain.

"If it hurts too much, tell me," he said, releasing a hand to help guide himself in with the angle.

Leah didn't think it was possible for him to make her feel so full, but when he shared such passionate words in the most perfect moments, her body was inundated with a rush of endorphins.

Slow and caring, which seemed to be his niche when it came to sex, she felt him inch by inch, and let her adjust with each of his thrusts he deliberately spaced apart by lingering deep with each motion.

"You're so tight like this." Steven spoke as if there was stiffness in his chest, but his hands remained gentle moving down to her hips. "So fucking...good."

Leah grabbed onto the back of his hair in response, feeling his breathing fan out heavily when she pulled his head down so his lips sucked her shoulder.

It was almost as good as hearing him moan.

In that position, Steven actually stopped moving, but he continued to pleasure her by reaching down to pass the pads of talented fingers through the slick around her clit, and Leah almost wanted to cry when he looped his arm protectively around her waist.

Slow rubs in between slow thrusts that started up again forced a shake in her knee, and Leah was pining for the lips that dragged over her skin and whispered endless praise.

"I want...to see you." She scratched at his scalp, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. "Steven, I-I want to-"

Before she even finished, Steven had turned her around, pushing her back to the wall, which was the fastest he had moved since they had started having sex.

He slowly breathed out against her throat, leaning into her with his dick hard and slicked on her stomach and he held her hips with brushing thumbs over the bone.

Leah waited desperately for his head to lift, slotted her hands over his shoulders to try and encourage his pretty face upwards, but the deep noise that escaped him because she made his muscles tense, stayed well and truly suffocated into her neck.

She rested her head back for a breather, but was overcome with a surge of honesty that trickled from her beating heart like the sweat between their bodies.

The agony that this was the man she wanted forever.

"You are...yo-you are my-" Leah didn't know what she was saying, but she had to try and let go of the twisting knots. "I think...I think I'm-"

When Steven looked up, she stopped. She stopped the flurry of words, because she had never seen him look at her so deeply before.

So, when Steven clamped his jaw, and puckered his mouth that had remained silent, Leah almost felt embarrassed. Almost, because after another full observation of her face, she was being kissed in a way that sparkled a bit of hope.

Maybe Steven didn't understand and that look was just a fluke. Maybe she didn't understand, but when she was getting lost behind the mask of his lips that eagerly slipped a tongue into her mouth, when she was having his cock ushered back inside her impatiently, the feeling merged into what she knew, and not what she thought she knew.

One, blinding thrust had her shunted against the wall, made her nails curl into his back that she clung to, and dispersed a tingling to her extremities that pooled heat from the pit of her stomach.

It was fucking unreal.

"Do that again," Leah gasped, detaching from his mouth. "Please."

"God, Leah," Steven groaned, steadying his hands to push into her again. His face contorted with the effort, "I-I think I...ffuck."

That was it. There it was again.

Maybe he did understand and felt it too.

Leah moved her hold onto his neck, chest sticking against his, and she started kissing the tense jugular vein there. She inhaled the sex that painted priceless art to his skin and begged for him to repeat.

"Harder," she whispered desperately. "Again. Please, again."

He did, holding her, savouring her body, and again twice more after that, and a beautiful string of moans escaped him like he was fighting against something.

Like he was fighting against her.

"Stevie," Leah whined, rubbing her foot up his calf. "I'm...I'm gonna-"

The arms around her waist tightened, and Steven deliberately ducked his face back to force her to bump his forehead. Like that, they panted in the limited air, pushing against each other, desired eyes mirroring how close they both were, and lips met in the middle to chase kisses from their shuddering strength.

They tried to watch each other orgasm, but it just ended up being a tight hug that remained intimate in every possible way, right until the condom was discarded to the floor.

"Will you stay with me?" Steven asked, somewhere over her shoulder, chest slowing, but heart still hammering away. "For longer, I mean."

Leah grinned lazily into his hot skin.

"To have sex like that again?"

"Well, yeah for one," he replied, surprisingly lacking his jaunty tone. Straight serious and holding her close. "But I just want you in my life...all the time...too."

The last part tugged her smile to infinity, and when she slowly pulled back, she was met with a shyly dipped face that she instantly held up with her hands.

When Steven looked at her, Leah kissed him. All her and full of meaning, and she led him in the direction where he had no need to question himself.

"I'd like that." She thumbed the slanted lines either side of his nose again, and pushed into the corners of his mouth in between the shadow of his close shave.

Steven attempted a smile which made his top lip catch on a front tooth, but then he seemed to realise she had agreed with him, and his whole face lit up in her hands.

"Yeah?"

Leah nodded gently.

"Yeah, I would."

Steven adjusted his arms, pushing out his mouth in a twist at the corner like he wasn't entirely satisfied.

Long was the time where he was serious and shy, because not even his bangs, that had mostly flopped down again, could hide the raised eyebrows.

"Yeah?"

"Ee-y..eah," Leah repeated, his change in tone nervously making her smile.

Leaning into her nose, Steven lowered his voice, "Yeahhh...?"

"Yes!" she laughed, pushing his shoulders back.

Their intimate embrace broke, but Steven was already creating a new one by lifting her into his arms.

Being carried by her naked boyfriend to bed. Something else she could get used to.

"So many fucking pillows!" he exclaimed, kicking a bunch to the floor with a swipe of his foot.

Leah giggled- giggled- and watched the side of his happy face when he puffed the hair out the corner of his mouth.

After realising he couldn't move the second layer of fancy pillows holding her, Steven lay her down, and she became a witness to the dramatically flailing cushions spinning to the floor in all directions.

It made her laugh because it just did.

Thinking he was going to join her, Leah shuffled over, but Steven paused with a knee on the bed and held up his finger. Something flashed in his eyes that were trained temporarily out of the window, and had him making a graceful o-shape with his lips.

He looked quite something with nothing covering his body in a flood of calm daylight.

Instead of sharing his revelation, he went over to the wardrobe, showing off his lovely tush which Leah was biting her lip over, opened it, and started rummaging.

"The bed?" she chuckled, gesturing wrist over her head when she saw the blanket in his hands.

"Too hot," was Steven's reasoning, as he unfolded a giant fuchsia coloured blanket and draped it over them.

A fleece blanket, but it was the thought that counted.

Leah lifted her head so Steven could nudge a pillow underneath, and watched him stuff his arm underneath his own so he could face her.

"I like the name," he said, lifting his fingers to brush the hair that fell into her face from his flouncy movement. "It's nice."

"Can I say it again?"

Leah was still on her back, but she had angled her head towards him.

"Only between us." Knuckles grazed down her cheek and dropped to rest between them. "Never ever Steve, just so you know. Steven is always preferable."

Amusingly, Leah was reminded of a certain conversation not that long ago, of which she was the one sharing her preferences and still did. She propped herself on her elbow, feeling all smug with her smile.

"Oh, so I'm not the only one who likes being addressed by their name? Huh, funny that."

Steven pushed out his lower lip, knowing he couldn't be the innocent one. Still, he frowned like a child and buried his face in the edge of his pillow.

"Shut up," he grumbled. "This is different."

Rolling her eyes at his behaviour, Leah pushed his exposed shoulder.

He didn't move.

Actually, he did. He rolled over, and with a swoop of the blanket, completely hid his head. He had become a fuchsia lump with his legs tucked up.

"Really?" she muttered to herself.

"You're being a meanie," she heard him say. "Meanie about my name."

Calling him something that could be classed as 'mean' probably wasn't the best way to diffuse the situation, so Leah reluctantly held her tongue.

A few more seconds of staring at the unmoving lump of a body, and she settled behind him with a defeated sigh.

The first thing she did when there was no immediate swat of her attempt to comfort him, because he must have been so hurt, was lift her right hand and peel back the blanket to his shoulders. His hair was a dark tangled mess of long and short layers, damp and dry, but smelled incredible when she was close enough to nudge her nose there.

Second, was to jam her left elbow closer so her wrist was slack and fingers could tuck his hair behind his ear, and the third, was to sling her right arm back underneath into their shared warmth and rest against his bare middle.

She rubbed up his abdomen and kissed a gap, when it was free from hair, on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, into his skin, refraining from being sarcastic.

Steven hummed and slid a palm suggestively over her arm.

"Mm, your tits feel real nice against my back."

Moment ruined, Leah groaned, and flopped onto her back.

"Why did you have to say that?"

"Because it's true?"

He was so casual, it hurt.

"Steven, there's a wonderful thing called keeping your thoughts to yourself," she deadpanned, just about having the courage to expose her wildly blank face with disappointment. "You should try it some time."

The wide smile Steven was trying to suppress made him drop his head down between his hunched shoulders and silently laugh. If he wasn't so irresistible, Leah might have stayed fake angry at him for longer, but his charismatic, idiotic personality was infectious, and she had a smile on her face just picturing his.

"You're such a little shit," she chuckled in irritation, his head lifting to the sound of her voice. "Absolutely zero filter."

"Actually..." The pause was not encouraging. "My shits tend to be-"

"STEVEN!"

But she couldn't fight his tight cuddle. His rumbles of laughter set her off, his head resting on her chest eventually made her stroke his hair, but the leg he slotted in between hers and the nudge of his dick to rest against her hip distracted her in other ways.

Creativity was calling her name, the thought of which was close to flicking a switch, but then her stomach rudely interrupted everything and she had to forget all about it.

Steven's amused face shot up.

"Hungry?"

Leah pulled a whiny face, pushing her head further back into the pillow.

"I don't wanna get food yet."

It was true because when she could stay in bed all day, having sex, cuddling, talking and having more sex, she was going to abuse that opportunity to the fullest.

So, she was pleased to see that the only meal she needed was ready, and looking suggestively back at her.

"What're you thinkin', sunshine?" Steven asked, slowly moving on top.

The husk in his voice did things to her, as did the arms that now trapped her in his heat.

Leah lightly grazed her lip with her teeth, which he took a keen interest in, and touched an index finger to his navel. From there, and with her heart spurring her on, it travelled down through the soft scratch of hair until a single feathery touch became her cupped palm to massage his balls.

If anything, Steven was expecting it.

"You want to go again?" he asked, once she had worked up a slow, audacious rhythm.

She knew his cock was reacting to her touch from how he twitched suddenly and fluttered his eyes closed as if to compose himself, so she daringly moved her fingertips up until she felt a rigid base.

Steven made a strained noise and brushed his lips to her chin just shy of her own parted mouth. The slowly growing hard-on she traced with her slender fingers, was prodding her stomach and making her fixated on every contorted crease to his eyebrows.

"I want to go forever," Leah said adventurously, wrapping a strong grip around his cock so their lips had to touch.

"Don't know if that's possible." Steven kissed her fast. "But I'll sure as hell give it a shot."

A rough palm downwards brought her knees up to jam against him, and she smiled into the beautiful kiss she received when Steven adjusted the blanket over his back.

It was incredible. Past the point of exceptional when he removed her teasing hand, laced their fingers together and pinned it above her head. It made his chest press down against hers, but it was so worth it when she heard every hum he muffled into her mouth.

"I want to kiss you forever," Steven said breathlessly, squeezing their held hand. "I'm serious."

He didn't give her an opportunity to respond, because he was proving his point with fervour.

It had Leah dizzy, and she may have been at the positional disadvantage, but she was getting good at finding the things that made him weak.

"Condom," she whispered, nudging his lips. She watched his eyes flutter open and realise that protection was amiss.

It made her smile, seeing him so caught up in her.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, one sec."

Steven seemed a bit dazed when he threw the blanket off his back and stood up on his feet, but it just gave Leah the perfect idea behind her defiant smile.

"Better be quick or my fingers-" She teased her index and middle finger down her stomach, "-are going to be-"

"Don't you dare," Steven warned, snapping his head over his shoulder. His eyes dropped immediately. "Don't you fucking dare."

Dragging a foot flat on the bed to conceal his line of sight, Leah continued the downward path of her fingers and stopped just above her clit. It sent a pulse being so close, a twitch in her toes that were still covered by the blanket, and she rubbed just one, tight circle.

"Leah, get your fingers away."

She wasn't even looking in his direction anymore, but she could hear how rushed his actions had become. Closing her eyes, she slowly worked herself up with her own fingers by pushing the pleasure points she knew so well.

One became two. Two became three. Three became fo-

A rattling noise skidded under the bed just as Steven clambered back on top, and removed her wrist to pin safely to one side.

Normally, Leah wouldn't have cared, too focused on the sudden loss of pressure from stimulated nerves, but when she opened her eyes and saw a small bottle roll from underneath the bed and hit the wall from the speed it must have been kicked at, normal didn't apply.

"Steven, what's that?" she asked, a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach that wasn't from butterflies.

It was just about visible, and her sexually stimulated mood had already hit rock bottom. Even further, because Steven was too busy kissing her exposed, tense neck and aligning his cock, to register that she had spoken.

Leah swallowed uncomfortably, not so desperate for him, not even close to enjoying his attention, because that vague image which might have been the evidence she wasn't supposed to ever find, was stuck in her head.

An indecipherable label wrapped around an orange bottle. A lid that would crack when untwisted. A pebbled effect of pills gathering on one side.

"Nothing. Leah, you're so fucking beautiful."

That was it. That delayed response full of ignorance and nothing anywhere near his usual charm, ended the next round of sex before it had even started.

Pushing a palm to his chest, Leah wiggled from the pressure of his cock teasing inside her, and it wasn't until she kicked at his leg to throw his balance, that he looked at her.

"Answer the question," she demanded, refusing a glance to her right. She wanted to see every detail spill from his face, especially his eyes. Eyes that were no longer inviting her to safety, and were dark and scowling and beginning to scare her.

"Just leave it." Steven pushed her back down firmly. "It's not important."

The kiss was rough and had her fighting against his strength. It made her draw more conclusions about the possibility that a small pill bottle wasn't innocent at all, but also that her boyfriend was beginning to hurt her.

He was hurting her heart, with his lack of truth from her confrontation, but physically too, because his lips lacked the consideration trailing down her jaw and neck.

Every touch on her vulnerable body was now too hard and made her feel cold and bruised, and he was scaring her with unwanted flashbacks.

"Steven." She pushed his outrageously locked shoulders back, increasingly anxious as to why he wasn't listening to her. "Get off."

He didn't move and sucked dominantly at the skin down her chest, blindly trying to pin her wrists away.

"Get off," Leah repeated, louder, and avoided his haphazard hands with a bash of her foot to his leg.

Steven let out a frustrated growl.

"For fuck sake, no! Let me-"

He dragged her down the bed with thoughtless hands. He was breathing heavily against her chest as he dragged his teeth across the inside of her breast, and quickly surged up to reclaim her mouth.

Heart hammering at his unrecognisable behaviour, the desperation to flail and kick out was the only purpose of Leah's actions, and she jammed the base of her hand against his ear, hard.

"I said get off me!"

Steven rolled off, clutching the point of impact, and when he saw how timidly she propped herself up on her elbows, his face suddenly washed out from possessive anger.

A flash of humanity for what he had just done.

"Shit, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Leah yanked the blanket to hold against herself, shivering with the feeling of unsafety despite the fact his voice was shakily subdued. Without a second thought, she made her way over to the edge of the bed.

Even as she grabbed the orange bottle, she watched him. Every swallow that dipped in his throat, every blink of realisation, and the panic that kept his chest rising and falling as harshly as her own.

All of it.

"This is nothing?" Leah shook it so the pills rattled.

Steven's eyes widened when they landed back on hers.

"I-It's not what you think."

Oh, but it was. It was everything that she thought.

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