Page 32 of Leviticus
“Tell me again… do you want this?” I posed the question again, barely able to hold myself still as her pussy squeezed around my cock, effectively trying to milk the very life’s essence out of my body.
“More than yes,” she whispered, her eyes not leaving mine, and I was done for. A complete goner. Her arms lifted above her head, wrists crossing and resting against the cold, smooth wood of the desk.
“Lovely,” I breathed. I let my hands move down her hips and over her thighs, down past her knees and to her ankles, still wrapped behind my back. I unhooked her legs, pulling them in front of my body.
I pushed them back, making her bend and the knees and held her open wide.
“Stay,” I commanded, and she nodded, her eyes still locked on mine. Christ, she was so naturally submissive it was impossible not to react to it; not to see that submission and meet it here, in this unintentional middle ground I hadn’t known existed.
Her beautiful pussy spread open, and that swollen little clit made itself known. I brought one hand to it, grazing it in light circles with my thumb as I began my thrusts again.
Faster.
Harder.
I couldn’t hold back, and by the way her breaths were heaving and gasping out, neither could she.
My thumb circled faster as I felt her pussy flutter and tense around me. She was close.
Abandoning the movement on her clit, I used both hands to hold her legs back, tilting her hips perfectly as I plowed into her faster and harder. I could feel the sweat gathering at the small of my back with my effort and welcomed that ache of exertion.
I saw stars dancing behind my eyes as my own climax built deep within me. I tried everything I could think of. Counting backwards. Baseball statistics I barely remembered. Scripture — no, that had a negative effect.
I didn’t want to cum. Not until she had. I thrust faster, making sure I was hitting the spot that made her gasp. Her moans rang out, bouncing off of the walls in the room and giving me a symphony of passion that I craved beyond anything else.
I watched her face as the pleasure washed over her, and then I realized it. Her eyes were squinted tightly, like she was trying to hold back.
“Let go, lovely one,” I murmured.
Her eyes opened wide, finding and then locking on mine as she gave in. And she gave it over to me.
Her body bowed back off of the desk and her legs pushed against my hands, that tension coiling tighter and together within her until it snapped. Her pussy clenched harder than anything I had ever felt before in all my years, and then it happened.
That orgasm built and broke over her like a tidal wave on the shore. Her eyes closed, and she screamed her pleasure into the room as she released around my cock, her wetness flooding from her all over the desk below her.
No manner of statistic recitation could have staved off my orgasm a single moment longer. My own hips arched as I pumped into her, groaning, and finding my bliss alongside her.
I forgot how to breathe. I forgot where I was. Fuck, I forgot who I was.
My breathing came out in harsh, staccato pants that she mirrored below me. I watched in complete awe and wonderment as her body, flushed with arousal, came back down to Earth. My God, was there a more incredible sight?
I watched it happen. I watched her come back down from the pleasure center there in the stratosphere. I watched the wonder and the surprise in her expression.
And then I watched the panic set in.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I pressed a single finger against those plump lips and stopped her words.
“Don’t speak. Please.” My words were soft, and likely the most sincere and genuine thing I had ever said. I couldn’t handle the questions. Not now. Not tonight.
Instead, I pulled out of her, disregarding the squishy mess we had made, and lifted her into my arms. I held her close, internally sighing when she rested her head against my shoulder as I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off of my legs and carried her out of the room.
I moved slowly. I don’t care how strong you are. Carrying another human isn’t always the smooth and graceful transition the media can make it out to be. I carried her down the hall and then slowly up the stairs to my room.
To our room.
Then into the bathroom. I set her down on the wide double countertop and wrapped a towel around her so she wouldn’t get cold.
“Wait right here,” I whispered, kissing her forehead softly before moving away to the oversized tub. I began filling it with steaming hot water, adding in the eucalyptus and peppermint bath salts to help soothe her aches.
