Chapter 19

Law was pleasantly surprised at what the universe had offered him today. He hadn't seen Lyanna for over a year. Although they'd talked over the Den Den Mushi, seeing her in person was completely different. She looked the same as when she'd left the Polar Tang, aside from her hair being a little longer. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be any new scars from what skin was revealed.

He'd stood behind her and put an arm across her chest to keep her close. When she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, his hand moved to the top of her ample breast. It was impossible for him not to focus on it, especially since it had been so long. He hadn't slept with anyone since they'd last seen each other; the memories of her were far too potent, and he knew that no one could live up to them. The way that she looked at him, the sound of her moaning his name in the height of pleasure, was too much for him to forget. He'd done his best to memorise her face as she hit her high with him buried inside her, feeling her bear down around him. There had been plenty of nights when he had woken up from a vivid dream of her on top of him or her beneath him. When he'd woken up, her name had been on his lips, but he'd rolled over to find himself alone in bed.

Unable to avoid the effect she had on him, he felt himself stir within his jeans, and he finished his beer with a large mouthful before putting the bottle down on the windowsill. He put his other arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"See what you do to me?" He whispered in her ear, knowing she could feel him getting harder against her.

"How have you coped without me?" She asked in mock seriousness.

"With a poor substitute." His flat reply made her huff, but she looked over her shoulder questioningly.

He rolled his eyes, lifted a hand from around her, and waved it before her face. There had been a few too many nights when he could only rely on himself to relieve his sexual frustration. Those nights, he'd been thinking of her. She chuckled softly when she realised what he was implying and nodded sympathetically.

"How have you coped?" He asked, partly out of curiosity and partly to see if she'd done the same. A small part of him hoped she thought of him when she was alone.

She waved her hand, and he smirked, proud that she'd suffered without his touch. His ego didn't need the boost; he knew he was outstanding in bed. But it was still lovely to hear it directly, especially from someone who matched him in skill. He could only assume that they had similar sexual tastes since they seemed to anticipate each other's desires easily.

Moving his arms, he put his hands on her hips and began to trail kisses and nips along her shoulder, gradually getting closer to her neck. Her breathing hitched, and she reached between them to touch him over his pants. He groaned low and deep in his chest in approval, but she stopped, turning around to face him. When she resumed touching him, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and hissed. Although he had done this himself usually, it was much better with her doing it for him. Usually, this was what he imagined anyway. Reality was a vast improvement, and he focused on not going too fast so they could enjoy each other for as long as possible. If it all ended too quickly, he'd be disappointed. They didn't have as much time as he wanted, but they did have tonight.

Taking a breast in his hand, he leaned down to kiss her, exploring her mouth eagerly with his tongue. As he massaged the soft flesh, she kept touching him, too, matching his pace. He was desperate to feel her skin against his, so he let her go and began all but tearing her clothes off with reckless abandon. She didn't get a chance to do the same to him, his passion overwhelming her. They headed backwards in the direction of the bed. When the back of Lyanna's knees touched the bed, she pulled him down on top of her. As she lay down, he took hold of the waistband of her pants, undid them, then took them off torturously slowly, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. After throwing them away, he dragged a finger between her legs over her underwear, watching her as she shuddered with anticipation. Once he had moved his finger up and down over her a few times, her breathing sped up. She reached a hand out for him, but he used his free hand to push it back down to the bed, denying her desire to touch him. Frowning at him, he smirked smugly and lifted one of her legs up, kissing along her calf. Gradually, he reached her inner thigh but moved to her other leg instead of relieving her of his teasing. An unhappy sound left her lips, which encouraged him more, pleased to hear that she enjoyed his attention so much. After reaching her other calf, he ran his finger over her again to continue the teasing. When he decided that he'd kept her waiting long enough, he pulled her underwear aside and pushed a finger inside her in one swift movement. She moaned in a mix of relief and bliss as he moved his long finger inside as far as he could, curling it slightly as he withdrew it. Her back arched, and her eyes squeezed shut, so he took the opportunity to grab a breast once more. Moving his finger in and out of her slowly, he felt his erection continue to harden as he watched her beneath him.

Reaching her hand out for him again, he pushed it back on the bed but sated her by adding a second finger, causing her to swear breathlessly. She settled for grasping the sheets tightly, and then he rewarded her for her patience by moving over her and closing his mouth over one of her nipples. Her hands gripped his hair as she felt it, tugging on it pleasurably. He circled his tongue around a few times, still pumping his fingers into her. Eventually, he'd drive her mad like this, but he wanted to ensure she understood that no one would satisfy her like he could.

"Whenever you're alone, I want you to think of me. Think of me inside you…" He thought out loud as he shuffled down to move his face between her legs, hearing her breathing speed up once again. "Think of my mouth on you…" He said and did exactly what he spoke about.

"Oh, fuck Law." She struggled to form words and kept her fingers in his hair.

As she began to near her climax, he slowed down, denying her release. He enjoyed fucking her til she came too much to let his fingers and mouth do all the work. She whimpered as he pulled away, removing his fingers as well. Her disappointed frown was adorable, and he chuckled softly, enjoying her reaction. He knew she may not let him have control for much longer, but he intended to make her feel so good that she couldn't even think. Not bothering to remove his shirt or pants, he pulled them down just enough. Her legs moved to wrap around his hips, encouraging him to close the gap between them and for him to stop teasing.

"Law, please." She begged him, and he felt his ego swell as he tugged her panties further to the side, not wanting to waste time taking them off.

"Tell me what you want." He smirked as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I want you…"

"What do you want from me?" He whispered to her and put himself into position to push inside her, rubbing himself against her slowly but waiting for her to answer.

"I need you to fuck me until I scream." She answered, her voice thick with lust.

Giving her what she wanted, he thrust into her hard, and the moan she let out, combined with how she felt after so long, almost sent him over the edge. He couldn't move for a moment until he regained control, and luckily, Lyanna needed a second, too. Leaning down, he kissed her vigorously before burying his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, you're tight." He muttered against her skin before he began to move inside her.

"I haven't had you fucking me every day." She responded breathlessly with a smirk.

"I'll make you cum so hard that you'll never want to fuck anyone else. You'll know I'm the only one that can truly satisfy you." He whispered harshly to her, and she could only reply with a moan as he pulled back before roughly pushing forward again.

"Law!" She called his name loudly, and the sound was heaven to his ears.

"Lyanna." He replied, wanting to make sure she knew he felt just as good as she did.

"Don't stop!" Her voice was high-pitched and desperate.

Feeling like he'd teased her enough, he did as she asked and brought a hand between their bodies to maximise her climax. She called his name, looking him in the eyes, and he watched her come undone. She looked beautiful as his name fell from her lips again and again amongst sounds of pleasure. He bit his lip hard to distract himself from the incredible feeling of her clamping down on him. As she came down, he knew he wasn't even close to being finished with her. They had over a year to catch up on, after all.

After yanking off her underwear with reckless abandon, he manoeuvred her onto her side. He laid behind her, pushing inside her again with desperation. From this position, he enjoyed grasping her breasts and ensured they both had an equal share of his attention. Cursing as he tried to stave off his own climax, Law kept the pace consistent, albeit slower than he wanted to. He focused on prolonging this as long as possible, so he had to take it easy if he would last. Not seeing her face made it a little easier to hold on for a while longer. He also wanted to keep his promise of making sure that she would never be able to sleep with anyone else since they would never be as good as him. He wanted to burn this night in her mind so that every time she thought about him, she would recall the incredible pleasure he gave her and never forget him.

They only had tonight.

Eventually, he had to change their position again, wanting her from behind to see the curves of her body and reach deeper inside her. She followed his lead and got on all fours, looking over her shoulder with lust-darkened eyes and a devilish smirk. He licked his lips and slowly watched himself disappear inside her as her mouth fell open with a soft moan. Pushing his hips forward as far as he could until he had nothing left to bury in her, he slowly began to withdraw again. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his brow furrowing tightly, and his breath came fast. Before he began pushing forward into her again, she moved backward into him, grinding herself on him, unable to wait any longer.

"Fuck." He choked out and took a focused breath before he sped up.

Her hair clung to her neck and back with the sweat on her skin, and he extended his hand to grab a fistful and tugged on it. His other hand stayed on her hip, holding her in place tight enough that she would probably have finger-shaped bruises later. From feeling how tightly she was gripping him, she must have been getting close again. He bit his lip and released her hair to hold onto her other hip, fucking her through her climax again. He took a few deep breaths as he pulled out of her, needing a minute before they continued.

Remembering how incredible it had been when she had been on top the first time they'd fucked, he knew that would be the end of him. He lay down and watched as she moved to rest on her knees, breathing as heavily as he was. Feeling himself smirk as they regarded one another for a moment, he tilted his head and licked his lips.

"Come here. You know what I want." He commanded, but she didn't move.

She gave him a puzzled look. "I don't think I do…What do you want from me?" She purred, and he shook his head.

"Ahh, payback." He guessed, and she confirmed with a smirk.

"It's a bitch." She said melodically, her smirk growing wider.

He sat up, enough to bring his face to hers, and kissed her fervently, running his fingers through her messy hair with one hand and grabbing her wrist with the other. Once he was ready, he yanked her wrist and pulled her on top of him.

"I want you to ride me. Fuck me until we cum." He commanded again, his voice low and raspy with desire.

"As you wish." She answered with the same tone.

Positioning himself correctly, she lowered herself onto him gradually, drawing out the process as much as she could. He held onto her breasts as she began to move, still going slowly. Regardless of how fast or slow she moved, he knew he couldn't last much longer. She felt too good, and he enjoyed having her in control much more than he expected. He always found he relished sex far more when he focused on the pleasure of his female partner since it helped to enhance and heighten his own. Lyanna being on top was the perfect example of this, and she'd caught on quickly that he enjoyed it just as much as she did. She could set the speed and intensity, and it felt incredible when she took him deep and rotated her hips around. He put his arms behind his head, enraptured by the view of her on top of him in the throes of lust. Her eyes were squeezed tightly together and she had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to try and stifle her pleasured gasps and sounds, but he wouldn't have that. Taking hold of her chin with one hand, he used his thumb to force her mouth open.

"I wanna hear you." He mainly muttered to himself, but she heard him anyway.

"Fuck. Law!" She choked out as he started to thrust upward, too, meeting her in the middle of her downward motion.

He hit deep within her, and the coil of his climax was getting tighter and tighter. Grasping her hips, he pulled her downward as he pushed upward, loving the loud sounds it was forcing out of her. To push her over the edge, too, he used his thumb to rub against her, not wanting to finish without her.

"Lyanna, I'm-" He couldn't complete his sentence.

"Yes!" She called out, asking him to let go.

A long, rumbling moan fell from his lips, and he felt himself empty inside her, unable to hold back any longer. With his touch, her orgasm lasted a while and thus prolonged his own as she shuddered and tensed on top of him. His mind went blank, only able to focus on the intense feeling.

Coming back to his senses, he pulled out of her with a soft moan before she practically collapsed on her stomach on the bed next to him. She flopped a hand onto his chest, affectionately moving her thumb against his skin. It took a lot of effort after she had given him the best orgasm he'd ever had, but he lifted his head to kiss her shoulder softly. She must have seen how drained he was and chuckled quietly.

"You dead?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yep." He mumbled lazily with his eyes closed, hearing her soft huff in response.

There was a long silence, but it was calming and comfortable. Law didn't feel like he had to talk to break the silence and could just relax. Lyanna broke it, though, with a slightly sheepish voice.

"Law…"

"Don't say it." He knew what she wanted to say from her tone, opening his eyes to look at her sideling.

She waited a moment before she spoke again. "…Why not?"

"For the same reason I haven't said anything... it'll be too hard to leave." He hadn't expressed his feelings for her since it would be hard to say goodbye.

"Well, I don't mind if we meet up like this occasionally."

"Same." He smiled at the ceiling and nodded as he spoke.

Having exhausted himself, he fell asleep within a minute or two…