“You’re done, baby.”
Her laughter turns into a squeal that quickly transforms into a moan when I grab her hips and flip her onto her back, ripping her panties off and nudging her thighs apart as I breathe in her scent, rubbing my face in her wetness.
Sucking me off made her this hot?
She writhes underneath me, her hands fisting the sheets and her feet curling into the mattress when I place my open mouth on her, licking her from bottom to top before rolling my tongue around her clit and sucking on it. “Yes, please.” She lifts her hips up, only to groan in frustration when I put my forearm on her stomach, keeping her firmly in place as I feast on her and drift my lips over her folds, biting on the delectable flesh and earning myself a long moan.
The sounds she makes, how wet her pussy gets, her flushed skin against me…all these things increase the need and hunger consuming me, urging me to make her burn in the pleasure of my creation so she never thinks there is someone better for her.
She’smine.
Just the thought of another man wantingmoy cvetochekmakes me murderous. Her beauty and gorgeous heart belong only to me, and God help anyone who decides to question that fact in the future.
“Let me move,” she begs, and I help her place her foot on my shoulder, allowing for her to grind on my tongue as I stiffen it and drive inside her, her thighs clamping around my head and she gasps, pushing her hips closer to my mouth. “More.”
I smile against her, pulling back and skimming my tongue over her folds, her wetness coating my chin, and I’m ready to devour her.
I want her so far gone for me she won’t think about anything or anyone else, where I’m her only anchor and focus.
I’m possessive even of her anxiety-ridden mind.
Spreading her thighs wider with my shoulders, I enter her again, her pussy sucking me in, the throaty sound she makes letting me know she’s close, and I crave it so fucking bad.
To let her come on my face and watch her lose herself in the pleasure only I can give her, then start my sweet torture all over again. “Oh, yes.” She twists in my grip, her pussy clamping around me, but I move as she sobs. “No, no, no. Come back here.” Her hands drift to her core and she glides her palm all over herself, her fingers gliding over her folds as she exposes herself to my view, her clit begging to be kissed. “I need to come, Levi.”
“Do you,moy cvetochek?” I deliver a kiss to her center. “Do you want to ride my tongue until you come?”
Our gazes clash and heat settles on her cheek as she nods. “Yes, yes, please.”
I sit up, gripping my rock-hard erection, and stroke it from base to tip while she sobs. “Or do you prefer for me to fuck you hard and deep until no thought in that pretty head of yours remains?”
“Oh God,” she whispers, fisting the bedsheets so much they crumples. Then she huffs in frustration. “Fuck me, Levi.”
My hands land on either side of her hips as I lean forward, kissing her navel and trailing my mouth upward until our lips are inches apart, and I settle between her spread thighs.
She’s a beauty,moy cvetochek, lying underneath me with her golden locks spread all over my black satin sheets, like a bright light standing out in my darkness, and in this warmingme from the inside out, soothing the permanently furious nature demanding violence.
In her presence the monster longs for the acceptance in her gaze as she watches me with her glossy-from-desire-and-lust eyes. Her mouth is red and puffy. She bites on her lower lip and arches her back, placing her splayed palms on my chest and moving them to my neck. “Make me yours, Levi.”
Our mouths join, our tongues meeting with our combined taste, just as I thrust inside her hard, her pussy stretching around me and enveloping me in a tight grip.
Heat surrounds me and I grab her thighs, opening them wider while my fingers dig into her as I slide back only to drive into her again, moving her up the bed, but she doesn't seem to care.
Instead she wraps her legs around me, holding me so close, as if she never wishes to let me go and despises any distance between us, her fingers yanking at my hair every time I sink into her.
We separate for a second, and she presses her head against the pillow as I thrust into her rougher, making her moan. “Harder, please,” she begs, dragging me back down, and I smile against her mouth before locking us in yet another passionate kiss, but instead of speeding up my pace, my rhythm lowers, each stroke deeper than the previous one while her pussy clenches tighter and tighter around me.
She pulls at my hair and her feet presses into my ass as she starts to move her hips in rhythm with my movements, meeting me stroke for stroke.
All the while Mother Nature rages outside, thunder booming in the sky and rain tapping soundly on the roof, hiding us away from all prying eyes and leaving us alone in this moment that will be forever imprinted in my brain.
Because Lavender truly became mine and chose me out of her own free will. That’s a gift I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.
Her hands slide to my shoulders, her nails raking my skin as she arches into me, and familiar sensations slide down my spine, but I focus on my woman and her pleasure instead.
Gripping her hips hard, I press them into the mattress and start to drive into her harder and faster, swallowing her moans over and over again until she tears her mouth away and cries out, her pussy spasming around my cock.
“Levi,” she says, holding my gaze and hugging me close, our sweat-soaked bodies locked together while I’m still rock hard, thrusting into her, and my balls draw closer as she breathes into my neck. “Let go. Come inside me.”
