Page 63 of Leviticus
He took a deep breath, and I followed him.
I trust him.
I whined. I gritted my teeth.
“So good, lovely one. So good. Ten.” I felt like I was actually going to cry. TWice as long as before, and twice as intense. How could I make it?
“Nine. Good girl. Stay right here with me.” I let his words give me strength.
“Eight.” My breaths came in great gasps as I denied myself, pushing it away.
But it was futile. It was impossible.
“Seven.”
“Sir, I can’t,” I cried out, my eyes shutting tight.
“Six. Five. Four.” His words sped up, and I grunted in my exertion, trying to please him, but truly worried I would fail.
“Three. Two. That’s it, my gorgeous creature. Eyes on me.”
My eyes popped open as the vibrations became too much and my orgasm tingled deep within me.
“One,” he whispered. “Cum, my love.”
I don’t remember anything other than bright lights glittering in my vision. My body arched up and into his, my back coming clear off the bed and my toes curling to the point I thought I would cramp.
“Sir!” I screamed out for him.
His arm came around my lower back, holding me to him as I flew.
I don’t know what exactly happened, but the next moment, I felt him against me, sliding inside of me. His thick length stretching me and making my orgasm crest again, shooting me further into the stratosphere.
My arms came around him, holding on for dear life as the sensations overwhelmed and overpowered me.
“Ruth,” he grunted against my neck, sliding inside of me, thrusting faster.
He lifted my legs one at a time and brought them around his waist. I wrapped myself around him, letting him take me further, pull me in deeper. To a place where only he and I existed.
“Sir,” I breathed against him. So focused on him, on the pleasure he gave.
His nails dug into my back as I felt him swell within me, his thrusts coming harder, more stilted now as his own orgasm neared.
The thought of pleasing him, of giving him pleasure with my body aroused me further. I tightened around him.
“Christ Almighty!” he growled against me. I did it again, tightening my core around him, and he swore.
His lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against my collarbone and the swell of my breast.
His hips tilted, making him graze against the spot within me. My own nails dug into his back and scratched.
His teeth grazed over my breast, biting lightly as his orgasm took hold and he pushed us both into orgasmic bliss again.
I clung to him.
Trembling with the intensity of our moment. Mindless from the way he had played my body. Barely knowing my own name.
He clung to me.
