Slave to the Rhythm

The clock on the apartment wall read half past eleven; yet, it meant nothing to her, for her attention was on something else entirely.

Her face was flushed, and her breathing desperate. Her hands moved from the couch to the shoulders of her mate. She gripped tightly as she continued her movements. Pleasure continued to course through her senses as strong hands gripped her sides. A growl from the back of his throat excited her even more and she could feel the pleasure begin to culminate in her core.

Throwing her head back with a moan, she moved her hips more frantically. Her hands moved to explore his hair, gripping it tightly and earning her another hungry growl. She smirked as he began to pant even more than she did. His hands moved to her rear and held on for dear life. He was close, and she knew it.

Her body began to move on its own, her arms wrapped around his head. He was nipping at her chest, his tongue lashing out at her breasts, causing her to emit more sounds of pleasure. She could feel the barrier inside of her reaching its breaking point, and couldn't control herself anymore. His name cascaded out of her mouth in waves of sweet ecstasy, and he answered her with his own primal growls.

That's when the lights blinded her, her body finally riding the waves that crashed down on her. She held on as tightly as he did, and couldn't think anymore.

When the bluenette finally regained her senses, she could feel his fingers continuing their death grip on her. She slowly let her arms fall back onto his shoulders and moved in for a kiss. A smirk played on her lips as she noticed he was even more out of breath than she.

Levy Mcgarden practically purred as she broke the kiss off, instead finding enjoyment in trailing her lips on his neck. He let out low groans at the ghostly touch, fighting to regain some semblance of order.

She finally leaned back and looked at the Iron Dragon Slayer. He was a sweaty, sexy mess, and it turned her on to know she had left him that way. To think that Gajeel Redfox was left in a near comatose state by her own accord stroked her ego in more ways than one.

After what seemed like forever, he had finally regained his composure. His eyes focused on her smirk with a hunger, and he flashed one of his own. "Gihihi, all worn out?"

Licking her lips, Levy stroked his chin before moving in for a quick peck. She bucked her hips and caught him off guard. The arrogance vanished from his face and was replaced with the look of bliss as he groaned her name on instinct.

"Not a chance, I can still keep going." And with that, Levy began her assault once again. Pride roared within her as her dragon slayer growled in pleasure.

Whether he liked it or not, Gajeel Redfox was a slave to the rhythm that Levy Mcgarden dictated.

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