Off The Beaten Path

Remind Me of You

But she was beautiful.

Her face was flushed, her breathing labored, her eyes were dark and swirling a myriad of colors as she watched his beneath satisfied-heavy lids. Her lips parts, swollen slightly from kissing him. His shoulder stung where she had bit him through his coat but the pain didn't bother him. The moment her mouth had clenched around his shoulder and her body had spasmed around his fingers he had felt that same adrenaline rush through him as it did when he was slaying titans. Heady, intoxicating. He had known her well enough, long enough, to be able to bring her to completion. The smell of her orgasm rolled around him and he wanted to bury his face in it. In her.

It struck him, as she leaned forward and captured his mouth again, that none of this felt dirty. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it gently. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his head, tangling in his hair and pressing him closer to her. Levi replied just as hungrily. He didn't know he had needed her this much. The lust had been there, the desire, the arousal - but it had never been such an unquenchable beast. He wanted to taste every part of her skin, touch every line and crease and scar, lick every freckle.

It terrified him.

It excited him.

She moaned against his neck as he withdrew his hands from her hips. She yanked on his hair, making his head fall back. The motion brought a wave of arousal crashing through him, his already hard cock jumped against the fabric of his pants. Hurriedly he released himself, shuddering as the soft skin of her firm thighs brushed against him. Her lips dragged against the sensitive skin of his throat.

"Don't cum yet." She breathed into his ear.

Immediately his hands clenched into her skin, gripping her hips as he lifted her, pushing her against the wall behind them. She gasped as she clutched on to him. He moaned into her chest, burying his face against her skin. He was drunk of the smell of her; the feel of her. He pressed his lips to her clavicle.

"You're so soft." He whispered, lifting her slightly, positioning her, letting her fall over his shaft.

He bucked against her involuntarily. She whimpered in response, her legs wrapping tightly around him. Her shoulders braced against the wall in such a way that it was uncomfortable but she was so lost in sensation she didn't truly care. Her body was burning as he lifted and dropped her against him. Her body shuddering as she neared another orgasm.

"I'm going to-" She let out a low moan as he plunged into her deeper than before, adjusting the angle of his hips to pierce her. "Oh..." Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his coat. "Levi..."

"Is this good?" He panted, driving into her in a faster staccato, the gentle slaps of their skin and the moisture between them echoed in his ears, filled his head.

Her gasps and breaths, his own, their moans, the sounds of their bodies meeting filled his head in an erotic symphony as his body naturally chased his orgasm. Her fingers tightened against his skin. In the back of his head he knew the material would be wrinkled. He was surprised to find that the idea didn't bother him. He grit his teeth as she came again, her body tightening around him, milking his own orgasm out from him. His body filled with fire, he grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he chased her orgasm violently; thrusting as she came, riding her waves of pleasure. She gave a sharp moan again.

"Levi-" Her voice was deep, husky "Please..." She moaned, "Oh!" - her wrists pulled against his hand as she was interrupted by another series of shudders, she bit her lip to keep from being loud.

The image of her prone before him, pinned and cumming - her breasts on display, her cheeks flushed, her eyes heavy and glazed- she caught his gaze and smiled - just a quick little crooked thing. With a stunted cry he came, once again holding her closer, burying his face in her chest. He released her wrists as he gripped her back, pulling her against him, lifting and lowering her slowly as he found the end of his own orgasm. Her fingers knitted in his hair again, kindly, gently. Almost lovingly. For a silent moment they breathed together, still joined; reveling in their shared ecstasy.