I keep my mouth at her breast and bite gently around the pebbled nipple before I suck it deep.
Her body bows off the bed as she curses, “Fuck, Lev.”
She breaks into a moan when I push my fingers deeper and hit the spot that makes her shake.
“You wanted one hour,” I remind her. “You’re not wasting it arguing.”
“Stop talking and make me come.”
I pull my fingers out, and her eyes go wide.
“You asshole.”
I grin and slide down the bed, where I open her thighs wider. “You don’t get to order me around when I’ve got you tied to a headboard.”
“Watch me.”
I put my mouth on her, and she loses whatever she was about to say.
I hold her thighs apart and eat her hard, with no patience or slow buildup, and she thrashes under my mouth with a hand she can’t free and a mouth that curses me out between moans.
“Lev, I swear to God, if you stop again?—”
I press one finger into her while I suck her clit, and she goes silent except for a moan that I feel more than hear.
That does not count as enough.
I add a second finger and work them deep while I keep my mouth on her, and she starts shaking so hard the headboard knocks again. Her thighs close around my shoulders, and I force them back open.
“Keep them open,” I order against her.
“You keep them open,” she shoots back, and I laugh into her before I bite her thigh lightly in warning.
“Careful.”
“Make me.”
Stubborn, furious woman.
I push her right to the edge and hold her there, backing off every time she starts to tip, then driving her back up again until she curses my name and yanks at the belt hard enough to leave marks on her wrists.
“Please,” she finally begs, and it comes out wrecked and furious and almost ashamed.
I look up from between her legs. “What do you want?”
Her face flushes deeper. “Do not do this to me.”
“Say it.”
She glares down at me with her hair all over the pillow, chest heaving. “Make me come, Lev.”
I smile against her thigh. “That’s better.”
I finish her with my mouth and my hand, and she comes with a cry that tears out of her throat while her body bows up off the mattress. She shakes through it, thighs trembling against my shoulders, and wrists pulling against the belt while I continue until she twists away from the sensitivity.
“Too much,” she gasps.
I lift my head and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re the one who said not to be gentle.”
