Page 55 of Leviticus
I reached for a cloth and then moved our hips apart, immediately cleaning up the mess we had made. I rinsed the cloth off in the sink with warm water and brought it between her legs again, soothing the ache that I knew was there. She was still very new to sex.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking into her eyes with concern.
“More than,” she sighed happily, leaning forward and kissing my lips without pause or hesitation. I kissed her back with all the joy I felt in that moment.
“Let’s go to bed, lovely girl.”
Five days later…
Three weeks. I had been married to this goddess of a woman for three weeks, though it felt more like one week. The way things had changed, I just could not put it into words. The last five days, in particular. We were open with one another, talking openly instead of playing the quintessential parts we had been trained to play.
The last five days had been incredible. We had made love every night, coming together and exploring each other. Keeping my Dominant side in check had been a lesson in patience and control I had not known I needed. It was killing me, but this time was integral.
Watching her discover her body, discover her sexuality, was beautiful. Hands down one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The only thing I could imagine being better would be her down in my playroom. But that was a whole other thing. A thing we weren’t ready for.
That control I was trying too hard to keep had a way of sneaking out in the most inopportune of times. Even now, we had spent the day in my study. I had some work to do for Malachi, and she wanted to read. It had been such a companionable, easy time together; just quietly being together. She was engrossed in her book, sprawled out on the couch. It gave me time to just look at her; to note all her little moments. Like the way she would take a deep sigh when she was content in some part of the book, the corners of her lips lifting in the faintest hint of a smile. Or the way she would play with the ends of her hair, which she had fashioned in a braid down over one shoulder while she was reading.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to pull her up off that couch and fuck her against my desk. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I was about to suggest just that when her stomach growled loudly. She winced and blushed, giggling lightly.
“Sounds like someone is hungry,” I teased gently, closing out the financial spreadsheet for Malachi and turning my computer off. She nodded, putting her book down and walking with me to the kitchen. Together, we made a large salad to share and topped it with the leftover chicken she had prepared the night before. It wasn’t until we were sitting down together at the table that she finally spoke.
“I’d like to say something,” she blurted out suddenly, her fork clattering down against her plate.
“You can always say something, Ruth. Anything at all,” I chuckled, a little surprised by the sudden outburst. I couldn’t help but smile at her obvious awkwardness. She had been finding her voice, finding her confidence, and I found it endearing.
“You know the date we went on? The picnic a few days ago?” she asked, still not looking up at me.
“Yes, of course. I loved that picnic,” I answered, taking her hand in mine.
“Well, I would like to go on a date,” she stated firmly, her eyes meeting mine.
“Perfect! I we can go on another picnic tomorrow if you wish, though it’s starting to get quite cold outside and —”
“No, no. Levi, I wish to ask you on a date. Tonight.”
I caught her meaning then. She was taking initiative and asking me on a date. That was quite the leap of confidence. One that intrigued me.
“What exactly do you want to do on this date, lovely?” I asked, giving her a smile and a wink.
“Well, it’s a surprise. All I will say is that you should dress casually but nicely and stay away from this area of the house from six until seven. Then meet me here in the kitchen and all will be revealed.” The way she said it, with the blush blooming over her cheeks, a complete juxtaposition to the fiery determination in her eyes had me hooked. Line and sinker, hooked.
“I look forward to it with great anticipation.” I lifted her hand to my mouth, kissing the back of her hand, then turning her hand over to kiss her inner wrist. My eyes stayed locked on hers and I could see the fire burning there in her deep brown eyes.
The sexual tension between us had been burning brighter and hotter these past five days. It was all I could do not to take her into my arms and claim her right on this very table. But I was trying to take it slow. Or at least as slow as I could.
We had quickly finished our lunch before Ruth shooed me out of the kitchen and into my study. Seeing her brimming with such nervous excitement. I sequestered myself away in my study for the rest of the afternoon, mostly working on the spreadsheets and financials for Malachi. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready. I peeked my head out of the office and hollered down towards the kitchen.
“Is it safe for me to come out?” I smirked, waiting for her answer.
“Yes, but please go straight upstairs to get changed,” she called from the kitchen. I nodded and headed the opposite direction down the hall. “Oh, and Levi? I’m really excited for our date,” she added with an excitement I couldn’t help but match.
I quickly showered and dressed myself in a pair of khaki slacks and a navy blue sweater that my mother always mentioned brought out my eyes. A quick styling of my hair and a spritz of cologne and I was ready to go date my wife. I shook my head at the thought. Date my wife. It sounded absurd. It sounded like perfection.
I arrived at the entrance to the kitchen promptly at seven, as she had requested. I held my hand up to knock against the wall, to let her know I had arrived, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks.
I don’t know how she had done it, but she stood there, preparing a tray of food, much like our picnic had been. Assorted meats, cheese, jams, and fresh fruits. But that wasn’t what had me speechless and unable to move. No.
She stood there, clad in a black dress that a woman of Zion would never had been allowed to own, her hair done in loose curls tousled around her shoulders. Her face was bare, as it always was, but her cheeks were tinged pink with excitement and possible exertion after readying everything for our date.
