Chapter 35 Lev #2
“I’ve done everything but have sex,” she replies, ensuring there will be no more questions regarding her history. Not unless she wants every one of them hunted down until they have no recollection of her and her body.
My fingers trail down her thighs before looping around her lower legs to pull her towards the edge of the bed. I lower to my knees, the bed the ideal height for what I’m about to do.
She’s propped on her elbows to watch, so I maintain eye contact when leaning forward and licking from her core to her clit and back. Her eyes flutter shut. She’s back after a second, and I do it again, leisure in my laps.
“Keep your eyes on me. Think you can do that?” Watch what you’ve created.
With an air of eagerness to obey, she nods twice. When I lower my mouth back to her clit, I also dip a finger inside. The combined sensation makes her gasp, but she takes my finger, passing the first knuckle, then the second, until I’m seated all the way inside.
“Okay?”
“Sì.”
Her language has never sounded more beautiful than in this instance.
My languid licks are timed with my thrusts, and when I’m confident she’s still okay, I add a second finger. The sight of her spreading for me is enough to push me over the edge.
My usual over-stimulation isn’t present, not even a smidge. There’s only her. Her and me, and her sweet fucking scent.
So curious.
“You’re tight.” She’s nirvana. “Think you can come like this?”
“Yes,” she replies, ending on a hiss as her clit is sucked into my mouth and my fingers slowly pump. I spread them, curl them into that sensitive area until her thighs quiver.
It’s not long before her breathy sighs turn into moans that imprint themselves on my mind, replacing the usual unwelcome noises.
When her rocks become jerks and her body gets uncontrollable, I let her, wanting to see her reach there.
She clamps my head between her thighs as she rides her orgasm.
My fingers continue to curl, slowing before she’s overwrought too soon.
As her legs slump to the bed, I slide my fingers from her, revelling in the stickiness that connects the two. Maintaining her rapt gaze, I suck them into my mouth, taking my sweet time.
I’m okay with her mess.
“You taste so good.” Like peaches, a scent that’ll follow me to Ad by this point.
Now that she’s come once, that she’s okay with me between her legs and isn’t ending this, now that I know I’m good, I stop being as gentle.
Both my hands wrap her thighs, and I yank her closer, her ass barely on the bed at all. I cover her with my mouth, tongue dipping inside her heat. She cries out, the light thump telling me her head’s dropped to the bed.
So, I eat, tongue fucking her, lips, teeth, and tongue bringing her to the edge, mouth devouring her pretty clit.
Her hands fist my hair, and it doesn’t make me want to run.
Her grip is firm, rocking into my mouth as she fights my grasp on her hips.
Her scent makes my head light, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish again.
Her next orgasm is a messy spray, a loud cry—all of which would normally send me over. She’s delicious, and I never want her to stop. Her juices flood my face, and she freezes, trying to push against my hand and sit up.
“Your body’s doing exactly as it was meant to,” I reassure her with a nip to her thigh.
One orgasm almost immediately ricochets into two, and if I was really nice, I’d let her rest for a few minutes, calm her breathing and ensure she doesn’t get overly sensitive before it becomes painful.
I’m done being nice, done being in control. She is what I want. Nice would have me tucking her into bed and walking away.
She’s taken my control and ripped it up into messy little pieces, manipulating me like a puppeteer for her own needs. This is all her fault, so why the hell should I not take what she’s sweetly willing to give?
My thumbs massage her inner thighs as she comes down from the orgasm, and she falls limp. I lift to my feet and crawl up her body, trailing my mouth over her curves, and pause at each nipple. I end by kissing her mouth. “Taste that? That’s all you. Divine.”
She fists my shirt to draw it over my head. I help, discarding the clothing to the floor before reaching for my belt. I avoid undressing when with a woman, if possible. It’s too much skin-on-skin for me to handle.
Serafina won’t be like that. I want to feel her, to know what we’re doing.
She follows me up, her hair messy, lips swollen, skin red. She’s fucking gorgeous. A tempest meant to draw me to forbidden places. I’m so struck by her, I don’t realize my hand floated to her face until she nips my thumb, a smile returning me to the present.
“You look lost.” She reaches for my belt, undoing it, marching me into the afterlife.
“You make me lost.”
She grins and finishes undoing my belt before nudging my jeans down.
I kick them off without a second thought.
Her soft hand encompasses me, stroking my length.
She presses into the sensitive skin beneath, and I let her touch, further relishing the moment, the fact that she’s making me drunk all on her own.
Before she takes me too far, I dislodge her hold with a kiss to her forehead and turn for my nightstand, reaching inside for a condom.
Asking if she’s on birth control won’t be smart.
A condom is the only wise thing I’m managing tonight, because if she’s safe, there’s nothing to stop me from taking her bare.
That’s a line I’d like to pretend I won’t cross.
“This can still end. Tell me now. I’ll shut off the lights and hold you until morning.”
She reaches up and snatches the condom from me, ripping it open with her teeth and a confidence that surprises me.
“Lev, I choose you. Not to use you, but because I want you.”
I’m fucked.