Page 66 of Leviticus
She shifted her hips until the head of my cock nudged against her clit. She gasped and her eyes met mine. I saw it there, in her eyes, that passion burning brighter.
I had no words. No thought other than yes, and more.
“So good, baby,” I groaned as she kept her motions going. Her fingertips brushed up against my nipples and I shivered. Her touch was incredible. I wasn’t used to being touched. A blow job here or there, perhaps, but nothing like this. She touched me, explored me with as much passion and joy as I gave to her.
“Levi,” she breathed as my cock bumped against her opening, nudging but not entering her. She tried again, shifting her hips like she was trying to slide onto my cock. Letting her explore like this was equally the most difficult thing and the most supreme and delightful thing I had done. She twisted her hips and suddenly the head of my cock was engulfed in her wet warmth.
“Christ,” I groaned, and she slipped back off of me. Her frustrated growl of need spurred me further. My hands gripped her thighs harder. She groaned and then shifted over me, taking my length in her hand with a level of frustration that was almost laughable. It was so adorable.
I started to laugh out loud until she lined my cock up and slid — oh, sweet, Jesus, she slid down onto my cock slowly, intentionally. Her warm heat wrapped around me like heaven was inviting me in. But the look on her face—
That look, the way her eyes fluttered and started to roll back into her head and her jaw loosened, that look was everything that sex stood for. It was what people wrote books about.
“Levi,” she groaned as she took me further into her depths.
“Yes,” I answered, groaning in return and trying to keep my own eyes focused on her. It felt incredible. Her hips shifted as she lowered all the way onto me, her knees settling at my waist once more and her hands propping herself up onto my chest. She sat there for a moment, just taking in the moment and adjusting to my size, her breasts heaving slightly as her breathing settled. She looked at me with those perfect brown eyes, almost questioning me on what to do next. I simply nodded and spoke softly, “Now, move. Just like before.”
That was all the guidance she needed as she began to grind on me. It was a lesson in patience, the way she explored the motions, moving this way and that, back and forth, in circular motions, and then again until she found a rhythm that worked. Her nails dug into my chest and my own hands found her thighs, gripping her hard but not altering her movements. No, I wanted this moment to be all hers.
“Levi!” she cried out as she shifted her hips. The head of my cock slid against her g-spot and her nails dug into my skin hard.
“Again,” I all but growled, my hands unable to stay still any longer. I moved them up and down her thighs, over her hips, but still let her control the movements, no matter how hard that was for me. “God, you feel incredible, Ruth.”
She whimpered at my words, and I wanted more. More sound from her.
“Tell me what you feel, Ruth. Tell me how it feels,” I urged. She whimpered again before answering.
“Full.” Her voice was deep, full of lust and desire. “I feel full. The way you —” she cut off on a gasp as she hit a spot that visibly gave her chills. “The way you stretch me and touch parts of me I never knew existed. I’ll never get used to it.”
“Look at me,” I coaxed. Her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed the feeling of our joining, but I needed to see those eyes again. Her eyes were so deep I felt I could see my soul within their depths. Her eyes popped open and found mine. And we moved together.
Faster.
Together.
“Levi, please,” she pleaded on a whispered breath.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need, love.” My voice was harsh, raspy with the strength of my own need.
“Touch me!” Her head fell back as her nails dug in deeper, her voice a sob that shot straight to my heart. I clenched my core, my torso rising until I could wrap my arms around her, to entwine myself with her as closely as possible.
My lips found hers and I kissed her until we both forgot whose breath belonged to whom, and until we were both dizzy with the need that grew between us.
“I need you,” she whispered, her lips still pressed to mine, our eyes closed as we moved together. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t quick. It was slow, grinding and grounding. I could feel the connection between us.
She wasn’t close enough. She wasn’t… it wasn’t… I didn’t have words for how this felt; for this intense need that I had for her. All I knew was that I needed more.
“Take all you need, for I need just as much,” I whispered, pressing our foreheads together and clinging to her like a man clings to a lifeline in the midst of a storm. For that’s what she was. A lifeline I hadn’t known I needed.
“Take from me, Levi. Take just as I give. And I will take, just as you give.” Her words whispered against my lips and etched upon my very soul.
I held her closer, clutching her to me. My nails dug into her skin and my head dropped to her shoulder as we moved together as one. My lips pressed open mouthed, soul-crushing kisses against her collarbone as we moved together towards heaven.
Her own nails dug into my shoulder blades. Her heart pounded against her ribcage.I could feel it, we were pressed so closely together.
“Levi!” she cried out against me, her heat clenching around me as her orgasm hit. I couldn’t hold back a moment longer, finding my own climax with her, letting it take me away and hold us together.
“Mine,” I whispered almost inaudibly as we came back to Earth together, wrapped up in each other.
