Day 4- Workspace
"Gajeel, ah…s-stop it! We shouldn't – Oh God! – we shouldn't be doing this here."
"Gihee, really ya sure ya wanna stop?"
Levy's mind was in shambles, white flames of pleasure were burning away every objection she had before it could fully form. Gajeel's fingers fanning the flames with each stroke, pushing her closer and closer to that wonderful edge that was just out of reach.
"Gajeel, p-please…" she gasped, pushing against his chest to try and free herself from his spell. Never in her wildest fantasies had Levy ever imagined herself in this position: being thoroughly finger-fucked into the rich upholstery of a mayor's chase lounge by the iron dragon slayer. His eyes a glow with lust and grinning down at her like a maniac.
"Your body's saying somethin' different, shrimp." Thrusting back in, three fingers this time, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. Drawing him deeper into her wet heat.
The small rational part of her brain reminded her to be careful when he hit a spot inside her that had Levy clawing at the silken pillows. Almost tearing the delicate fabric as Gajeel began hitting that spot again and again burst of color exploding behind her eyelids. She knew they shouldn't be doing this on a job and in their client's workspace no less, they could be caught at any moment but she just couldn't bring herself to care anymore. The threat of capture only adding more fuel to the fire that consumed them. Adrenaline heightening her senses so every sound, touch and taste was tripled. Her mind was overloading these feelings and she was slowly being swept away.
Gajeel snarled when she ground harder onto his fingers, wrapping her toned legs around his hips and crushing her soft curves to his hard body. She was so close, rippling around his fingers and arching off the cushions to bring them in deeper still. "Come on Levy, give it to me. Now!"
Everything went white.
Levy couldn't breathe, couldn't see as she was pushed over the edge and shot into oblivion. Gajeel rumbled in approval from where he had latched himself to the junction of her neck. Her walls continuing to quiver around his fingers, refusing to release him as the rest of her body went lax.
Levy's arms fell back encircling her head thrown back and spreading a halo of blue curls across the multiple decorative cushions. Rose tinted her cheeks, her lips swollen and bruised from his kisses, opened in a silent scream. With her eyes rolled back and tears clinging to her lashes like diamonds – Levy looked like an angel savoring her fall.
"God you're so fucking beautiful, Levy." Gajeel whispered in awe, nuzzling between her heaving breasts as he removed his fingers. Her heart beat against his lips, skipping a beat when he began to suck against the pale flesh over the precious muscle. Marking it and the woman beneath him as his.
Levy moaned when he stood, barely registering the movement, her body still trembling with after shocks. His footsteps were muffled against the thick rug, nibbling on her neck as he strode towards the large ornamental mahogany desk in front of the large bay windows that looked over the courthouse gardens.
Levy whispered his name in question when Gajeel stopped his worship on her neck. A string of profanities flowed from his mouth as he sprinted towards the desk.
"Gonna have to make this quick, shrip."
"Eh?!"