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"Please," she corrected with the faintest of blushes. I loved seeing her confidence grow but I would be damned if that blush went away.
"Please what?" I said silkily. I watched as she took a deep breath and steeled herself. When she opened her eyes again, the fire was there, that confidence burning bright within them. God, she was gorgeous like this.
"Please strip for me. Let me see your body. Let me explore it and show you just how much I want you. Her words flowed past her lips like silken promises that I was desperate to cash in. She walked towards me. No, walked was not the right word. She sauntered, with the confident sensual flair that I had yet to see from her.
She stopped just before me and pressed a kiss to the cloth of my shirt, just over my heart. Her eyes looked up at me through her lashes and I was frozen in place.
"Let me worship you, Levi."
Christ Almighty, strike me down in a blaze of sexual glory if this woman ever walked away from me. I was sure my cock had never been harder. Nor had I ever been more aroused than I was.
I moved her away, much as it pained me to do so. I ripped my shirt off in one swift movement and my hands dropped to my fly. Before I could unfasten the button, her hands were on mine.
"Not this part." Again, with that look through her lashes. Where had she learned that? "Let me do this part."
I had thought this was a good idea. I really had. But my body, primarily my cock, was absolutely second guessing that decision. All I wanted to do was tear her clothes off of her and take her on my desk. Again.
She pressed kisses against my collar bone. Soft ones that moved gently over my skin and spurred my passion for her. As her lips passed over my nipple, her eyelashes fluttered, tickling my skin softly.
"Use your mouth," I guided, my hand going to her hair and holding her to my chest, not letting her move from that place. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked against my flat nipple. I couldn't help but shiver in response. I felt her smile against me and then gasped as her teeth grazed softly over the sensitive nub, surprising me. No one had touched me like this in... well, ever. I had not allowed this level of exploration with a submissive before, even with the few I had slept with.
She took her own initiative from there, her small hands fussing with the button of my fly as she rid me of the rest of my clothing. Her mouth stayed busy, pressing murmuring, almost buzzing kisses over my chest and down my stomach. She looked up at me again with those doe-like brown eyes as she knelt before me. She tugged my pants and boxer down my legs and I helped to kick them off.
I watched, trying to keep the smirk off of my face as she looked at my cock for what felt like the first time. Because this was not in the midst of a hot and heavy scene. This was not in the middle of me taking her against the wall — or on my desk — or in our bed. Though, Christ how I wanted to. She was looking at me for the first time in an unhurried way. Her look of apprehension was adorable. She had touched it, seen it, but never like this. I didn't want to deter her, but it was endearing nonetheless.
"Um, what do I... I mean..." she stammered and I remembered just what I was here for.
"Remember your lessons, dear Ruth. Touch." My voice had deepened, sounding somewhat raspy even to my own ears. Her small hand reached out and grasped me. That must have been the reminder she needed, the boost of confidence she had been seeking because she took to it like a fish took to water. Her hand wrapped around my thick length and squeezed lightly as she moved up to the tip of my cock. It was a bit dry, but her touch still felt like fire. I could only imagine what it would feel like when she —
"Oh fucking hellfire and brimstone, bring me mercy!" I cried out as her mouth wrapped around the tip of me. My hand found her head, threading my fingers in her hair as she began to move, seemingly bolstered by my words, or perhaps my excitement. She moved further onto my cock, wrapping her lips around the entire head.
"Use your tongue, just there — Oh, fuck me, yes!" She obeyed beautifully, even out of the playroom and out of a negotiated scene. Though, we both knew this dynamic was more than just what transpired in the playroom. I made a mental note to discuss it with her further as soon as possible. "Christ!" I exclaimed again, as she sucked just enough to make me see stars.
I felt her breath, her moan, against my cock at the sound of my words. So my words were a thing for her, were they?
"That's it, my lovely. Open that sweet mouth for me and let my taste coat your tongue." I had meant to titillate her, to toy with her using my words, but instead she threw me for another loop. She opened those eyes and looked up at me. And then — then she opened her mouth and let my cock rest against her tongue. I could see the precum spilling over onto her tongue and — Jesus, how I wanted to press myself deeper until she gagged, until pretty tears welled in her eyes and she silently begged for air. But we weren't there. Not yet.
I guided her further onto my cock, showing her how to move up and down on it. Within moments she had figured out a rhythm that worked for her and all I knew was that I was happy we had started this with the desk to my back. I leaned against the edge, grateful to have something to support myself a little as she stole my soul straight from my body with her lips and tongue and mouth.
Faster, and faster she moved, taking me higher and higher until just as I began to swell in her mouth, she looked up at me with those incredible eyes and I came.
It was heaven.
It was bliss.
"That was gross," she sputtered as she pulled away, my cum dripping down her chin as she literally spit it out.
I don't know how it was possible but one minute I was on cloud one million, and the next I was laughing my ass off.
"Yeah, I should have mentioned that. I'm sorry," I apologized, handing her a towel. "You," I started, kissing the top of her head as she wiped her mouth clean on my shirt. "You are beyond incredible."
"Only for you, darling," she responded, standing and curling into my chest.
CHAPTER17
LEVITICUS
"The fuck?!" I swore under my breath. The light chirping of my cell phone woke me from a deep sleep I didn't want to wake from. At least not just yet. I had half a mind to just ignore the damn thing. I snuggled closer into Ruth's back, pulling her to me and sharing our warmth as the chirping continued.
