His eyes fall shut as he groans loudly, his head tipping back. When they open, I grin as I see the passion in his blue irises before he drops to his knees. Levi’s eyes never leave mine as he slowly and deliberately crawls towards me. Once he is close enough, I stick my leg out, resting my foot on his chest to keep him a few feet away.
“You’re so sexy when you’re on your knees for me,” I tell him, my teeth grazing my bottom lip. “Now, beg.”
“Lowe—”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
I raise a brow. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, baby.”
His hands cup my calf, running slowly up my leg to my thigh. As he approaches my center, I swat his hand away, tutting with a shake of my head.
“I told you to beg, didn’t I?”
“Please, let me taste you.” His voice is strained, laced with a desperation I’ve never heard before. “I want you coming undone on my fingers and I want to lap up every last drop.”
“Take my pants off,” I demand as I stand, dropping my foot from his chest.
He leans forward and hooks his fingers in the waistband, pulling my leggings down at an agonizingly slow pace. I lift my feet off the floor so he can slip them off me, and he tosses them somewhere behind him. When his eyes settle on me, he licks his lips as he sees me bare and exposed to him.
“Now, eat.”
Levi doesn’t need to be told twice. He closes the gap between us as I sit on the armrest, hooking my legs over his shoulders. I rest one arm on the back of the couch and the other fists his hair as he drops his mouth on me.
My head tips back as he sucks on my clit, his tongue rubbing in circles and setting my skin on fire. I arch into his touch, his hands ghosting up my thighs before I feel his fingers teasing my entrance. Looking down at him, I see his eyes on me.
“Use your fingers.” He slips two inside, and my eyelids flutter as I release a loud moan, my grip tightening in his hair. “Just like that.”
He curls his fingers and hits that all too familiar spot, my head dropping back as breathy moans slip past my lips. My hips move against his face, seeking more friction as I approach my peak. His tongue applies more pressure on my pleasure point, and I swear I see stars.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him with a moan. “I’m so close.”
He picks up the pace and I moan his name, my legs shaking as my climax hits me at full force. I grip his hair tighter, my hand slipping off the back of the couch as I fall into the cushions. The angle only enhances the pleasure as he draws out my orgasm, and I chant his name with a mix of expletives.
Once I come down from the high, he slips his fingers from my core, running his tongue slowly up my slit before he sits back on his heels. I sit up slowly, panting lightly as I stare down at him with what I know to be a blissful expression—one that he returns.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I demand once more, and he quickly stands, hooking his hands under my thighs to hoist me up so my legs wrap around his waist.
Once we make it into the room and he sets me down on my feet, I tell him, “I want you to take your clothes off and lay on your back with your eyes closed.”
I watch as he strips out of his sweatpants and black tee, paying no attention to where he throws them before he climbs into the bed. Laying on his back with his eyes on me, he winks before letting his eyes fall closed.
Walking towards my suitcase, I pull out my eye mask and grab the rope that he had used on me the night before off the chair resting in the corner. I stalk toward the bed and climb on slowly, reminding him he isn’t allowed to look. Straddling his waist, I teasingly rub my soaking slit against his hard cock, satisfied when a groan works its way up his throat.
I rest the rope beside me and slowly lean forward, placing the eye mask on so he can’t see, hooking the band behind his head to keep it in place. He releases a shaky breath, wiggling underneath me. His hands land on my hips, but I grab them, entwining our fingers together and pinning them above his head.
“Tonight, you’re at my mercy,” I whisper in his ear before I sit back up, reaching for the rope. “And you’re no longer allowed to touch me.”
He inhales sharply as I reach for one of his wrists, wrapping the rope around it in the way he had done to me, moving to the other wrist to connect them together. Once there was no chanceof him slipping out of it, I loop the remaining rope through the metal poles of the headboard to secure him in place.
I lean back and watch with a satisfied smile as he tries to move his arms down before discovering he’s been completely tied up. He licks his lips, lifting his head slightly before dropping it back onto the pillow. I climb off him and chuckle when he huffs at the loss of contact.
“Patience, baby.” I stand at the foot of the bed, taking in all the glory before me. His toned thighs, distinct abs, messy hair, strained biceps, and his thick, hard cock standing erect and ready for me. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Discarding my top and bra, I slowly kneel on the bed between his legs, lightly grazing my nails up his thighs. He shudders under my touch, arching into it all the same. I slowly ghost my finger up the underside of his dick, a soft, triumphant smile on my lips as it twitches in anticipation. Bending down, I press a gentle kiss to the tip and he groans again. He lifts his hips, but I rest my hands on his thighs, pinning him down.
“You will not move,” I tell him as I kiss his cock again. “You are only allowed to speak if it’s to praise me.” I run my tongue up the length of him, and he releases a breathy moan. “And you are not allowed to come until I tell you that you can.” Another lick. “Do you understand?”
