So, Ieat, tongue fucking her, lips, teeth, and tongue bringing her to the edge, mouth devouring her pretty clit. Her hands fist my hair, and it doesn’t make me want to run. Her grip is firm, rocking into my mouth as she fights my grasp on her hips. Her scent makes my head light, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish again.
Her next orgasm is a messy spray, a loud cry—all of which would normally send me over. She’s delicious, and I never want her to stop. Her juices flood my face, and she freezes, trying to push against my hand and sit up.
“Your body’s doing exactly as it was meant to,” I reassure her with a nip to her thigh.
One orgasm almost immediately ricochets into two, and if I was really nice, I’d let her rest for a few minutes, calm her breathing and ensure she doesn’t get overly sensitive before it becomes painful.
I’m done being nice, done being in control.Sheis what I want. Nice would have me tucking her into bed and walking away.
She’s taken my control and ripped it up into messy little pieces, manipulating me like a puppeteer for her own needs. This is all her fault, so why the hell should I not take what she’s sweetly willing to give?
My thumbs massage her inner thighs as she comes down from the orgasm, and she falls limp. I lift to my feet and crawl up her body, trailing my mouth over her curves, and pause at each nipple. I end by kissing her mouth. “Taste that? That’s all you.Divine.”
She fists my shirt to draw it over my head. I help, discarding the clothing to the floor before reaching for my belt. I avoid undressing when with a woman, if possible. It’s too much skin-on-skin for me to handle.
Serafina won’t be like that. Iwantto feel her, to know what we’re doing.
She follows me up, her hair messy, lips swollen, skin red. She’s fucking gorgeous. A tempest meant to draw me to forbidden places. I’m so struck by her, I don’t realize my hand floated to her face until she nips my thumb, a smile returning me to the present.
“You look lost.” She reaches for my belt, undoing it, marching me into the afterlife.
“You make me lost.”
She grins and finishes undoing my belt before nudging my jeans down. I kick them off without a second thought. Her soft hand encompasses me, stroking my length. She presses into the sensitive skin beneath, and I let her touch, further relishing the moment, the fact that she’s making me drunk all on her own.
Before she takes me too far, I dislodge her hold with a kiss to her forehead and turn for my nightstand, reaching inside for a condom. Asking if she’s on birth control won’t be smart. A condom is the only wise thing I’m managing tonight, because if she’s safe, there’s nothing to stop me from taking her bare.
That’s a line I’d like to pretend I won’t cross.
“This can still end. Tell me now. I’ll shut off the lights and hold you until morning.”
She reaches up and snatches the condom from me, ripping it open with her teeth and a confidence that surprises me.
“Lev, I chooseyou. Not to use you, but because Iwantyou.”
I’m fucked.
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Lev takes the condom back and rolls it on in a move so quick, I nearly miss it. He climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. When he starts to speak, I half expect him to be checking yet again for consent.
While sweet, it’s frustrating.
It’s not another confirmation he seeks, finally understanding I’m not stopping this for anything.
“Do not hide from me. If something hurts and you need me to slow down, say so. If you want me to stop, tell me.” His thumb and forefinger catch my chin, as though my attention could possibly be anywhere else. He lowers onto his other hand until he’s hovering over me. “You hear me? Youtellme to stop, and it ends immediately.” Fierceness runs through his dark eyes, likely in reaction to my last near-experience.
Lev isn’t Alessio. He’s nothinglikeAlessio. Lev protects me. He’d never hurt me, especially during sex; I can’t claim the same about Alessio.
“I trust you.”
“That’s your first mistake.”
He takes his cock in hand, rubbing it along my slit, wetting himself with my release. A release that’s nothing like anything in the past, my mind still freaking out. I didthat.
He pauses, hesitating from pushing inside. Again, sweet but frustrating, so my heels dig into the mattress for leverage, ensuring he won’t hesitate a third time.
