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“Lev, I’ve never felt anything like this and thought I never would.”
“I’ve got you.”
He raised his head and pressed his face to my chest again. “I know.”
As I lowered my lips to his freshly washed hair, I came again, struggling to hold myself still.
18
Callum –Harp of Pleasure
Lev stayed inside me for a long time.
His knot moved slowly and, at first, I was terribly anxious.
He did a perfect job of calming me and telling me what was happening. He spoke softly as he instructed me how to relax my muscles. After that, I came on his knot and the ecstasy rocked my foundation.
I never thought I’d feel that in my lifetime. The pureness of it. Of him. Because it was about that, too. About Lev. He was the one who had helped me for hours, who had bathed me and who now held me like I was some priceless entity.
I now knew I could take a knot with alotof preparation and still some pain, but so much pleasure, too. But I had no faith that any alpha out there would want to take that much time with me. Not like Lev who understood, who fathomed me in ways I could not have predicted.
When Lev went into ecstasy after ecstasy, I felt it in my skin and blood and bones. It was not just my own orgasm, but his, and it reverberated throughout my body like a soundless hum. A Caribbean whistle.
I was the sea basin and he was filling me up over and over with his pleasure. We rocked together and it created a harp inside my raging furnace, a tone only for me.
When I felt the pleasure overcome me and threw my head back, it was like I was staring through a hole in the world shaped like the two of us. Up and up we went.
I saw a snowy white light like all filters were off and only that existed and everything else was a painting on silk, here and gone. But this… this was forever. Were we even allowed here in this euphoric stillness if we weren’t forever mates?
When the journey ended, when we had fallen together in a heap of sweat and smiles, Lev pulled out slowly. It was easy because I was so wet. I heard the suction sound, damp and squishy, and then the pop when he was out.
I immediately felt empty.
I pulled myself up a little, my hands on his shoulders, looking down. I wanted to see his cock, look for signs of the knot. It looked swollen at the tip and he was still hard though softening little by little.
I reached out and placed my palm between his legs.
He hissed.
“Sensitive?” I did not rub or press.
He nodded, smiling. “But I like your soft touch.”
“The knot is gone.”
He looked down. “It’s still receding around the head.”
I watched and he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was open and willing to allow me to look at him.
“You’re very beautiful, Lev,” I said.
I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Callum, you’re amazing. If I were grading you, you’d get all A’s.”
My heart skipped in a weird response. Was he my teacher, then?
“You’re not grading me,” I replied.
