Page 31 of Leviticus
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Again,” I stated, watching, completely enraptured by her subconscious submission. She kept her eyes lowered and breathed deeply again.
“Look at me, Ruth.” Her eyes lifted and Jesus Christ, was I in trouble. Pure, unadulterated submission shone back at me within their depths. “Stay,” I commanded, squeezing her wrists lightly to let her know exactly what I meant. She nodded slowly, her lids already at half mast with lust and submission.
My hands moved back down her body, groaning when she arched into my touch. My hands wrapped around the back of her thighs and I lifted, hoisting her into the air against the wall. Where she still kept her hands, wrists crossed and unmoving above her head.
“Beautiful.” I kissed her again, one of my hands parting her folds and touching her intimately. Her folds were soft, swollen, and wetter than I could have dreamed they would be. I had given her almost no foreplay, aside from kissing, and she wasthiswet? I immediately needed to find out how wet she would get if I actually took the time to play.
Instead, I found the swollen nub of her clit and circled it carefully. Her eyes popped open, and I could not hold back my smirk.
“Right there, lovely one,” I coaxed, watching as she squirmed and tensed, my hand trapped between our bodies as she teetered, trapped between the wall and my body, her legs wrapped around me.
Her juices coated my fingers, and I slipped a single digit inside, feeling the insane tightness wrap around me like a vice grip. Christ, and this wasn’t even her cumming! She whimpered as I slipped a second finger within her.
“Shh. I’ve got you,” I teased, moving my fingers around and stretching her a little more. My own hips thrust back and forth, needing to be buried to the hilt within her. After another moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer. She gasped as I hit the upper wall of her pussy, clenching even tighter around me.
“Christ, Ruth. Yes!” I removed my fingers and lined the head of my cock up against her slickened opening. “Put your hands on my shoulders, lovely,” I instructed as gently as I could. She obeyed like a dream. Her hands clenching my shoulders as the head of my cock parted her folds and slid inside of her.
Her nails dug in as her head tilted back. I could feel her part under my invasion and I tried to slow down. Tried. And failed.
I thrust again, burying myself to the hilt as her nails dug deep and she winced.
“Breathe,” I coached, and she obeyed again. “Eyes on me.”
Her head lifted, her wide eyes finding mine as I began a rhythm that was likely too fast for only her second time, but I couldn’t help it. She was tighter than I’d ever felt — perhaps even tighter than she had been during our consummation — No. I couldn’t think about that. Not that. Never that again.
“Levi,” she rasped out, her breaths coming in short pants as I moved within her, groaning at the feel of her slick wetness coating my cock and dripping down my shaft.
“Yes!” My arms wrapped around her, pumping into her faster, harder, grinding my hips against hers and stimulating that little bundle of nerves until her eyes fluttered closed and she keened so prettily.
“Levi, please!” she begged. My own hands gripped around her back. I didn’t want to leave bruises but, Christ, this woman made me feel things I had never felt. There was confusion written all over her face; confusion of what she was feeling, of what I was doing. I couldn’t blame her for that. But there was passion there. Need. Unfiltered and unrestrained lust. I focused on that as I thrust again, tilting her hips just enough that the head of my cock hit that spot on the front wall and made her nails dig in harder.
I couldn’t have stopped the growl from rising in my chest if I had tried.
“Levi! Levi!” Her little begging and pleading cries grew louder as I moved faster. And still it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
I wrapped my arms around her ass and lifted her fully into my arms and away from the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on.
Then — God save me — she moved. As I stepped away from the wall, fully intending on laying her on the soft couch, the wanton little thing moved, sliding up off of my cock but about half and then relaxing and sinking back down on me.
My eyes shot to hers, wide with surprise.
“Again,” I commanded, half shocked and half in eager anticipation. She repeated the movement. Gone was the shy woman who had stood a foot away from me not ten minutes ago and in her place was this creature. This incredible, somewhat hesitantly confident creature who was lifting and lowering herself on my shaft as she sought a pleasure she barely knew.
I had only enough time to pivot and move a few steps before my need grew too much. With one arm holding her close I used the other to swipe all of the items off of my desk, scattering them across the floor without a single fucking care in the world. I laid her down, visibly shaking as I looked down at her form beneath me, at my cock, half slid out of her sweet pussy.
“Much better,” I whispered as I gave myself an extra moment to just look at her. My eyes traveled up and down her body. When she tried to cover her breasts, barely showing from where her shirt had ridden up, I immediately stopped her.
“No. Arms up again.” I knew I shouldn’t be commanding her. We had no agreement, we had no contract.
Though, perhaps we did. We had a binding marriage contract.
No, that wasn’t anything to do with kink, and I knew it.
