14. Leviathan
LEVIATHAN
She was velvet around my fingers, all soft and warm and wet for me.
A look of pure bliss came over her face as I curled my fingers against that sensitive spot inside her.
I hadn’t been with a woman since Naphele’s death.
A hundred years of waiting, and now I had June trembling and grinding against my hand.
It seemed I hadn’t forgotten how to please a woman in all that time.
I longed to take her, to bury my cock inside her and make her come.
Pulling my hand free, I tugged her pants down her legs. Her scent struck me, delicious and powerful. The smell of her, the pulsing heat of her pussy, made my cock throb. It strained against my pants, and I wanted to pull it free and thrust into her.
I knelt between her legs. June gazed down at me with complete rapture. Something about the look in her eyes, the tilt of her jaw, sent a wave of desire through me that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. This woman was special.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.” I smiled as I kissed the inside of her thigh, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
She whimpered as I pressed my nose against her and inhaled deeply.
She smelled so fucking good, so intoxicating.
I dragged my tongue over her, reveling in the salty sweetness of her.
As I sucked on her clit, I reached down to undo my own pants.
June dragged her fingers through my hair as she bucked against my mouth and lips.
Fucking sexy.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Levi, I need you. Please.”
How could I argue with a request like that? I continued working her with my tongue, thrusting deep into her before sucking on her clit again. I shoved my pants down my thighs, my throbbing cock springing free.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Take me, Levi,” she whispered, her eyes half-lidded.
My eyes were drawn to her gorgeous pussy again, but I looked into her eyes. “I don’t have a condom. Is that—”
“I have an IUD. God, please,” she whimpered.
I honestly wasn’t sure what that was. Some new birth control method they’d come up with in the last century?
Either way, I was too far gone to hold back.
If she was okay, then I was okay. A low growl rumbled through my throat as my inner wolf howled in excitement and victory.
I gripped her thighs, pulling her close.
With my knees on the floor, I was at the perfect angle to slide into her.
I took my time, being careful and gentle, pausing to make sure she was okay, to make sure her body could adjust to me.
The sensation of it, of having her heat around me, nearly made me sob. So long. It had been so damn long.
June sucked in a breath as she watched me.
“Holy fuck,” she cried, clutching at my forearms, digging her finger into my flesh.
For several seconds, I didn’t move, basking in the glorious feeling of her.
I didn’t start thrusting until June lifted her hips, grinding against my cock.
Another growl rattled from my throat, and I pulled out until only the tip of me remained inside her, then thrust forward again, slowly, savoring it.
June threw her head back and moaned, giving herself over to me.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her toward me with each thrust.
Her breasts bounced with the movement, and I leaned forward, sucking one nipple into my mouth. When she moaned again, I picked up my pace and moved my attention to her other nipple, dragging my lips over her skin. I bit her nipple lightly before pulling back to lift her legs onto my shoulders.
I took her hand and placed it on her mound. “Touch yourself, June. I want to see you touch yourself.”
She moved her fingers in a furious rhythm, chasing her orgasm as I moved faster inside her.
June let out what I could only call a combination sob and groan. “It feels so good,” she cried.
“Yes, baby,” I said. “Come. Let go. Let it all go and come for me.”
Moaning, she rubbed her clit with more urgency.
Her pussy clenched around me, tightening as her orgasm rocked her body.
It was too much, too good. Unable to hold back, I thrust twice more into her as my own climax burst forth, shattering me, body and soul.
Spasms of pleasure shuddered through me, ebbing with each slow and languid stroke.
Finally, fully spent, I collapsed against her, resting my cheek on her chest.
“Oh my god,” June said, stroking my hair. “Does it always feel that good?”
Raising my head, I smiled at her. “It’s been a while. I’m sorry. I usually last longer.”
She gaped at me, her lips moving but no words coming out.
For the first time in a long time—decades maybe?—I laughed so hard, I began to cry. June joined me, and I realized I hadn’t been so happy or content for a century.