Page 73 of Leviticus
"Mmm, that feels so good," she groaned.
"I bet I could make you feel better," I breathed against her skin, shifting my body up so hers could roll and lay beneath me.
"Oh, promises, promises, dear husband," she teased. I could see the fire in her eyes, ready for me with only a moment's notice.
"I always deliver on my promises, dear wife." My lips caught hers in a kiss. No gentleness was found here. I let my teeth catch her lower lip, grazing the sensitive flesh before releasing her as she gasped.
"I plan to hold you to that." Her tone had changed, not by much, but I could tell. She wasn't teasing now. And I felt that to my core. Words evaded me. I gulped and could only nod. I wanted to keep my promises to her. I wanted to keep my vows to her. I wanted — I wanted to not have to articulate how I was feeling in this moment. Instead, I lowered my head. Kissing my way down her body until I had her spread open before me, bare and beautiful.
She had let me groom her a few nights prior. Her body positioned on the edge of the tub as I gently, cautiously stripped her bare of her lower curls until only a small patch remained. It was intimate, it was erotic. And the way she trembled under my tongue had only made me want her more. Just as it was now.
"Levi, yes! Right there!" Her body knew me now, opened for me beautifully like a flower on a spring day. Christ how I loved to watch her bloom under my touch. I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked on the tender nub, two of my fingers sliding into her warmth and finding the spots that made her tense and cry out in beautiful fire for me.
"Open your legs wider for me," I commanded, pulling away from her taste just far enough to speak. My words vibrated against her nether lips, making her thighs clench and her hips buck for me again. "Now that I think about it..." I trailed off with one last lick of her slit. I moved up over her, holding myself over her body again. I grabbed one wrist and moved it to the upper corner of the bed. I did the same with the other.
"Do not move. Do you understand?" I commanded.
"Yes, Sir," she answered beautifully. The way we were able to flow in and out of our kink dynamic and then back to our vanilla marriage made my head spin in the best of ways. It was everything I wanted. Everything I didn't know I could want. I made my way down her body again, this time lifting her thighs up to my shoulders and essentially bending her somewhat in half. It opened her body to me even more, her slit opening just enough for me to see her hidden treasures.
"Can you stay like this? With your legs held back? Or will I need to take you to the playroom?" I asked with genuine curiosity. On the one hand, I wanted her to say no because, well, the playroom. On the other hand, I wanted her to say yes and watch as she struggled to hold the position, yearning to please me.
She thought my words over, which pleased me even further.
"Yes, I can, Sir." Her words were intentional, well thought out, and spoke volumes. I was so proud of her. I leaned down, stealing a kiss again.
"Good girl," I purred into her ear. I worked back down her body. "Now, let's see how long you can stay like that, shall we?"
I dove back into her beautiful pussy, tasting her, my fingers sliding back inside of her. I raised my head up, watching her as I spread my fingers apart, spreading her wider.
Her expression did not disappoint. Her eyes widened, then rolled back in her head in pleasure.
"Do you like that, my lovely one? Do you like when I stretch you? When I prepare you for my cock?" I purred against the lobe of her ear. I spread my fingers again, this time pressing up into her g-spot, drinking in the sight of her arching against the pressure. Still her hands stayed put, fisted into the sheets at the upper corners of our bed, her legs pressed back, though my body helped her stay there. It was no matter. Her struggle was exquisite.
"Levi," she rasped out as her toes curled near my sides and she squeezed around my fingers like a silken vice.
"What is it, gorgeous?" I teased, unable to keep the smirk from my face.
"More," she begged so fucking beautifully.
"More what? Tell me." My command fell from my lips without thought as I rocked my fingers in and out of her just a little faster.
"That!" she gasped out, her body beginning to writhe beneath me.
"Ah, ah! Use those words. You have such a sharp tongue when you want to. Now let's see you do it when I command it." Her eyes found mine and Christ how they pierced my very soul. Her passion met mine.
"Please! Please give me..." she trailed off with a panting breath. I immediately stopped my motions, watching as her eyes went wide, the pleading within them making me rock hard — or at least harder than I was. How that was even possible, I didn't know.
"Listen here, my sweet delicious thing. You will tell me what you want, or you will get nothing. So until you not only find your words but actually use them, you will get nothing more from me. So please, take all the time you wish." Yes, it was true. I could be one hell of a bratty Dominant when the desire for it arose. And it was at full attention right about now.
She scowled at me, her brow furrowing in a way that made me want to flip her over my knee and spank that sweet ass of hers until she repented. Or until she came. Both? Both was the best option by far. I quirked my eyebrow at her, daring her to challenge me with more than just her look.
Instead of rising to that challenge — one I was sure we would find in the coming months — she took a deep breath and centered herself beautifully. I could watch that over and over every day for the rest of my life and never tire of it.
"I want your words and then I want to cum," she finally spoke. Her voice was strong, confident, even if the blush across her cheeks juxtaposed it. I prayed that blush would never go away.
"You want my words, sweetheart? Is that it?" I teased, letting one lone fingertip play along her slit, spreading the wetness I found up and down but not penetrating deeper just yet.
"Yes, Sir," she answered on a heavy sigh of relief.
