Page 61 of Leviticus
“Remember your safewords,” he reminded, and I nodded in agreement, my eyes not leaving his. “Let’s see how well you can listen, my lovely one. Keep still.”
It should have been a simple command. Keep still. Don’t move. So very simple.
But as his hands moved over my body, grazing over my nipples, and moving lower, I realized that keeping still was far more complicated.
I gasped as my nipples seemed to harden further, even though it seemed physically impossible. His hand moved lower, tickling over my navel and lower until it fell between my thighs, grazing over the hair that covered my sex. I felt his finger slip over the sensitive nub of my clit and my hips bucked.
“Ah, ah, lovely,” he chastised, pulling his hand away. “I said stay still.”
Oh, this was much,muchharder than I had thought. I gulped slowly, steeling myself as I fixed my posture again.
“Beautiful posture. Now, let’s try this again.” His finger slipped through my folds, immediately finding my clit and circling it with his finger, much more quickly this time. I felt the tingling begin again. It was all I could do to hold still, to not rock into his touch and seek out more of the pleasure he gave.
His fingers slipped lower, sliding inside of me, and I barely caught myself as my back arched.
“Fucking beautiful. Doesn’t it feel good? How about when I do this?” His words teased me, taunted me as his fingers curled up and made me see stars. I gasp, my thighs clenching.
“That’s it. Right there,” his voice, low and rich, whispered against my temple.
“Sir!” I whined, my eyes closing tight. His fingers moved faster. Deep within my core I clenched, yearning for that climax he gave me.
Almost.
Just a little more and —
His fingers moved out of me, and he stepped away. My eyes popped open wide, and I struggled to slow my breathing. What had just happened? He just… he… left? He just stopped and walked away?
He chuckled, standing just a few feet in front of me, and my eyes found him. I was confused. I was frustrated. I was…
I was somehow even more aroused.
“Feeling a little needy, are we?” he chuckled, turning towards one of the dressers and taking a few items out. I couldn’t see what they were, not that I could think all that clearly at the moment, anyway.
“Stand, lovely one, and lay back against the bed,” he commanded, his head gesturing towards the four-poster bed to his right. I stood slowly, feeling the slight stiffness in my arms and legs from holding the position. Thoughts raced through my mind as I sat at the foot of the bed, the thin coverlet soft against the back of my thighs.
He walked towards me, setting items on the bed that I didn’t even look at. Why had he stopped? Why had he denied me.
“Are you okay, Ruth?” he asked. His hand touched my chin, drawing my eyes to him. His brow was furrowed in concern.
“Why did you stop?” His expression changed to one of understanding.
“Ah. Denial can be confusing, but trust me. Denying something so good will only enhance the pleasure later. Will you trust me?” He explained. He moved in close, his hand moving along my jaw and wrapping around the back of my neck as he leaned in, whispering, “Will you let me show you?”
I nodded. What was it about this man that made me so speechless?
“Let me show you, lovely one. Lay back and spread those legs for me.” I shivered at his command. He lured me into this delicious sin and I couldn’t resist.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he coaxed as I laid back against the bed. His hands moved up my legs, helping me to spread for him. I should have been embarrassed. I suppose to some degree I was. My blush surely indicated as such. But more than that, I was aroused. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to look at me. And I gave in to that desire.
“Open up for me. Let me see that beautiful body.” His words flowed, and I spread wide for him. His hands reached my apex at the same time, spreading my lower lips for his perusal.
“Exquisite,” he breathed, leaning in and licking against my swollen nub. My back arched as he licked, laved, and lavished his need on my flesh.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my sex.
“Levi,” I gasped, feeling my climax begin to build again.
“Sir,” he corrected, chuckling against my clit and making me hiss in response. Every word, every chuckle, every breath vibrated against my exposed clit with such intensity it made my toes curl.
