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"Are you pleased that I'm touching you, again?" I chuckled.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Now stay still and let me touch to my heart's content. I wish I could have you like this every single day. Splayed open for me on our bed, or in our playroom, or on the kitchen table. I don't care where. I just want you tied down, open for me, and unable to do anything but make all of those little delicious noises you make when I do things like this." My words poured out as I slipped my finger between her lower lips and found her entrance again. I skirted around the opening, teasing her before entering her.
"Ungh..." she groaned, closing her eyes tight and trying to buck her hips closer, trying to force me into her welcoming cavern.
"Those aren't words, angel," I teasingly chastised.
"I'm not the one who's supposed to be speaking, Sir," she sassed. I let her, because damn she was so adorable when she did so.
"Touché, dear. Touché." I slipped my finger in deeper, sliding into her wet heat as I spoke. " I want you splayed out for me all the time so that I can touch you at will. Whenever I wish to. I can't seem to stop touching you, Ruth. Did you know that?"
My finger moved faster as I moved over her, kissing the skin of her body, wherever I could reach.
"I fear I am growing addicted to you, lovely girl. I can’t stop myself from partaking in your sweetness. Whether that be your lips," I kissed her lips as I finished the word. "Or your nipples in my mouth." I continued, letting my mouth follow my words. "Or the taste of your sweet pussy." I removed my finger from her heat and licked her off of me.
Her eyes lit up, watching me taste her sweetness.
"Would you like to enjoy such delights, sweet girl?" I asked, intrigued. She nodded, her blush growing brilliant both in color and coverage as it moved down her neck.
"God, yes! Please!" she cried out, her voice lower, more primal in her passion. I moved my fingers faster, slowly stretching her open with a third finger.
"Sir!" She cried out, her eyes clenching tightly shut as she fought against her orgasm. Christ Almighty, I could cum from just watching her, just hearing her sounds. I didn't have to remind her she could not cum without permission. She knew. Of course she did. She was perfect.
"Just a little longer, love. You can hold out for me, can't you? Hold it right there. Feel the way I stretch you, how I keep that orgasm right on the edge. How the pressure of my fingers and the swipe of my thumb over your clit just begs you to fall over the edge and into orgasmic oblivion. But you won't, will you? No, you won't. You're such a good girl for me." She squeezed around my pumping fingers, faster, and faster still.
"Sir, please!" Her voice rang out through the room and I could not deny her a moment longer.
"Cum for me, my goddess. Cum around my fingers and soak me!"
She fell apart at my hands; fell apart in my arms. Then she fell apart a third time as I drove into her from behind, her head thrown back over one shoulder and our eyes locked not thirty minutes later.
Then we fell asleep in each other's arms just as the early morning sun rose in the sky.
CHAPTER18
RUTH
How could our honeymoon be almost over? It had just begun yesterday, hadn't it? Well, there was no way that was true. Not with all I had discovered and learned. Not with the way things were with Levi and I now.
Things had been more incredible than I had ever dreamed they would be — and I had some pretty fantastical dreams about the man I would marry when I was young. Ultimately, as I had grown up, it came down to the fact that I hoped to marry a man who would treat me well; a man whom I could love.
Did I love Levi? I wasn't entirely sure. Truth be told, I was not exactly sure what love felt like. All I had known of love was what I saw in Zion, most importantly, what I saw from my parents. If that was love — I didn't want it. Not in the least. If it was what Adah and Josiah had — I didn't want that either. I wanted what I had with Levi. With the two of us it felt equal. I had to laugh out loud at that thought. Equal. A Dominant and a submissive, two Children of Zion, equal? It sounded borderline blasphemous. However, it was the truth. We were equally new to this. We were equally coming to the table of our own accord with vulnerability and a rawness I had not expected. If this was love, it was nothing like I had imagined. It wasn't pretty hearts and rainbows. It was not words of poetry and songs like hymns. What we had was mutual respect for one another and a desire to grow together. Whatever this was, love or something else, it was what I wanted.
I looked out over the backyard, pausing as I was carrying dishes from the table to the sink. It was beautiful here. I envisioned the trees covered in snow and springtime picnics. I envisioned a future here and a soft smile lifted the corner of my lips. Perhaps even children some day. Not that I was in any hurry for that, but it wasn't really up to us where that was concerned.
"Everything okay?" Levi's voice called behind me, drawing my attention. His face, etched with genuine concern for just — well, for just my general well being warmed me inside. I couldn't help smiling up at him.
"More than," I answered honestly, taking the dishes to the sink and quickly starting in on them. As soon as I had begun running the sink full of water, Levi was beside me, gathering the rest of the dishes and flinging a dish towel over his shoulder. This was how he functioned in this house. He didn't dictate, he worked alongside me. Together we worked to keep the place tidy. Sure, there was our power exchange, but he treated me like his equal, day in and day out.
We worked together in silence, our elbows bumping into each other occasionally while we shared small smiles. I used the time to think about this last day we had together. We had explored each other, pleasured one another into the early evening hours before hunger had finally made us abandon our carnal delights in search of food. I wasn't ready for this day to end. I wasn't ready to deal with family and the town and church and everything else we would be faced with come tomorrow morning.
"I'm not ready for tomorrow," I whispered, looking down into the clean steel of the sink.
"Me either," he whispered and I could hear the same tone of weary longing that I felt. The kinship I felt with him strengthened in these little quiet moments.
"I want more," I admitted quietly.
