Page 86 of Leviticus
“Take me to the playroom, then,” I all but begged. His head came up like a snap and his eyes found mind, his pupils blown wide in arousal.
“No. Not this time. But soon. God, I promise you, soon.” His promise took hold within me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, pressing my hips down and grinding back against him as he groaned.
“Soon,” I breathed, feeling the tingling arousal begin in my core, right against my clit where he pressed against me.
“I swear, you steal all of my willpower. Like a siren,” he breathed against me, groaning into my collarbone. His hands held tight against my ribs, his thumbs tracing over the curves of my breasts.
I arched into him, wanting nothing more than to be open to him, open to every touch, every kiss, every lick, every bite of pain he was willing to give. As long as it never stopped, never ended.
“Take me, Levi,” I whimpered; I begged. My hands moved down his shoulders, coming back up with my nails raking into his skin. I only then realized that he was still in nothing but a mere towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower. His scent clean and fresh filled my nostrils as I breathed him in. I didn’t want him clean and fresh. I wanted him sweaty and needy and crying out his pleasure as he pushed into me harder and harder.
“Gladly,” he growled, biting my neck harder than he had before, making me wince and groan. Making me long for more. He set me down, my toes hitting the floor. He let me steady myself before he spoke again. “Follow. Now.”
We may not have been in the playroom, but his orders were given clear as day. I took each command and committed myself to him, body and soul. He led me down the staircase and down the hall. When we passed the front door, I felt myself pause. I felt the worry creep in.
He turned to me, noticing my hesitation.
“What has you worried?” he asked firmly, his hand on my chin bringing my focus ot him.
“Your brothers were just here. What if one of them returns and…” I trailed off my eyes lowering.
“You are worried about being seen in your current state of dress?” he asked for clarification and I nodded. “My lovely wife, you are mine. We may not be in the playroom, but this sort of thing pushes past the doorways of that room. You are in my care and I will never put you in a situation that would cause such discomfort. Not without much discussion and agreeing on such things before hand, at least,” he said with a smirk. I immediately felt my worries ease.
“Place your trust in me. Focus only on me.” His words were hypnotic, and I fell under his spell willingly and with every fiber of my being.
He led me down the hallway once more and into the kitchen. We stopped in front of the large bay-style windows that overlooked the property. The windows were large, almost floor to ceiling, offering so much light and openness to the room.
“Why are we here?” I asked. His hands hand not left me since we left our room. His hand moved over my body, my nipples hard and pointed from both his touch and the coolness of the room.
“We are here,” he whispered, moving behind me and pulling my back against his chest. “Because I want to fuck you here.”
I gasped, and he chuckled against the shell of my ear.
“Yes, right here, against these windows. I want you to feel juxtaposition, to feel opposite things. I want you to feel the tight grip of my hands.” As he spoke, his hand followed, grasping tightly at my hips. “And to feel the softness of my lips.” His lips pressed gently at the spot just behind my ear, making me shiver in want.
“I want you to feel surprise.” His hands took hold of the back of my nightgown and without a thought, it pulled tight against my skin as he ripped it in two. I gasped, clutching the cloth to my chest.
“Let go. Trust me.” His command righted me, and with a deep breath, I released the cloth and let it flutter to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my simple panties. His fingers played with the elastic band of them, nudging them down my hips and over the curve of my ass.
“Feel that surprise, and now feel the freedom you have here to be only yourself. Your beautiful —” his words cut off with a kiss against teh top of my spine. “ And wonderful.” Another kiss placed on my spine between my shoulder blades. “And perfect self.”
I took a breath, letting my fears go away, reveling in the fact that I was standing there, naked, in my kitchen. And my husband was kissing my body. I let go of everything but the feel of him, of my trust in him.
With a finger against my spine, he pushed me forward. Clear until my nipples pressed against the frigid coldness of the glassed window.
“I want you to feel the icy coldness of the outside world,” he murmured, pressing nipping kisses along the tops of my shoulders and making me gasp doubly so. “And I want you to feel heat.”
His hand moved down and around my hip, trailing the line of my curves until his hand was cupping me, his fingertips sliding between my folds and tickling my clit to near madness.
“Levi!” I gasped out, my breath huffing circles of steam against the cold glass.
“Feel that heat. Feel the chilly cold.” His words nearly enslaved me in pure lust for him. “And know I control both.”
His voice, gravely with his own need, pressed me further into that deep submission that only he could give me. My head fell back as his fingers dove deeper within my folds, sliding into my wet heat and making me gasp and tighten around him.
“I control your pleasure,” he whispered against my neck. Even his very breath against my skin was setting me on fire. I wanted more. I wanted him. I needed it all. Just… more.
“Hands on the glass, lovely,” he commanded and I answered. He moved my hands shoulder width apart. I felt alive. I felt on fire. “Don’t move them until I command it. Do you understand?”
