Levy could never predict how intense some of their nights of love making could be, but she'd never say out loud that some were better than others. She'd definitely enjoyed the times they loved slowly, taking the time to savor each other and memorize the way their bodies moved. It sometimes took hours before Gajeel would slip inside her, stirring her fire slowly to the peak before she tumbled, drawing out her climax as he kissed her hard, resisting his own urge to release inside her before she finished. It was rather sweet of him, she mused as she watched the sweat drip down his jaw as his brows furrowed.
She slid her fingers over his arms, tangling them in his long black locks as they draped over her. She pulled him down, shivering as she felt his hot skin brushing hers, his nether hairs tickling her lower stomach as he pushed into her again, grunting deeply as her hips rocked up to meet him. He kept himself there for a moment before pulling out, keeping his head just at her entrance before pushing in again. Eventually he would give in, and pull her hips closer against him as he thrust into her rapidly, succumbing to his urges.
That was the part she loved the most when they made love this slowly. She'd keen and moan gently as her muscles tensed up, arching her back and thrashing as he finished in her. After they'd calm down, he'd spend the remainder of the night nuzzling her, murmuring into her flushed skin.
The nights she loved the most, however, were the ones that were frenzied and fast, where Gajeel would plunge into her over and over, giving her no time to think as he came into her. Sometimes he'd bend her over, taking her from behind. He'd lean over her, biting her back as his hips bucked against her ass, punctuating the air with soft slaps. Then sometimes he'd flip them over, lying on his back while she'd ride his shaft as he bounced her. He'd slide his hands over her stomach then, roaming her body as they kneaded and pinched. Then when his fingers found their way to her center, she'd see stars as they tweaked her clit, adding to the sensation that made her climax all the faster.
She'd grip his knees tightly, rolling her hips as he refused to let up on her, her moans growing till she was wailing. She'd cry out his name as he finally filled her, panting as she shuddered, wilting onto his chest. He'd stroke her back, murmuring lovingly till she'd slip into unconsciousness, unaware that he'd slip the blanket over them. He'd follow her into sleep shortly afterward, his arms wrapped gently around her.
Yes, she'd loved those nights the most, but waking next to him was the best, no matter how they loved.