There is no running away from this.
I groan in protest when turns me around and drags us under the hot spray, the water intolerable because it feels as if I’m burning from the inside out already. He forces me to lean on his chest, removing my hair, and grabs the soap. “Lavender for my Lavender. It explains why you always smells like flowers.” He rubs it all over my stomach, creating a lather before putting the soap away and starting to wash me, his touch soft and gentle, which is such a contrast to his rigid body and the hard-on digging into my back. “Relax,moy cvetochek.” He kneads my curves, washing all traces of soap away, leaving invisible imprints all over me and teaching it anew to only crave and recognize his touch.
Relax?
I thought once I had sex it would be easier to control the arousal, but when you finally know what intimacy with another person truly entails?
You realize you crave it even more and my thighs clamp, wishing to relive some of the pressure. “Here.” He grabs my hand and peels it away from his hip, placing it on my core, and orders, “Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not around, baby.” Too far gone to care or feel embarrassed, I sob in relief when fingers enter me and wince a little because I’m still sore from last night. My strained muscles adjust easily, eager to satisfy this yearning. “Careful, Lavender. Let me help you.” His hands skim upward until he cups my breasts as if weighing them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and a shot of electricity travels through me.
My nails cut into his hip. “What are you doing?” My hand feels like a poor substitute for him. It intensifies the ache but does nothing to relieve it.
Is this why he wanted me to do it? To show me that I’m already addicted to him?
He pinches my nipples. “Teaching you a new lesson.” That’s all the warning I get before he pushes me forward and spins me around, and I’m pressed back against the cold tile again.
“What lesson is that?”
Dipping his head, he flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking on it, and my back arches upward, offering myself to him, and he takes the invitation greedily. He moves his wet mouth to my other breast and repeats the action as his length nudges into my clit, and the pleasure enveloping me is almost too much.
Even my skin feels like a foreign object.
His wicked tongue, wandering lips, and rough pulls. All these things combined drive me farther down the abyss calling my name and urging me to let go so I can erupt in the sweetest of surrender.
He lets go of my breast with a loud pop and steps back a little, the water hitting his back as he serves as this solid rock between me and the world. “Make-up sex.”
I blink at this. “Make-up sex,” I repeat, and why does it send a thrill down my spine and why do my toes curl into the tile?
“Never tried it myself, so I guess it will be a new lesson for both us, won’t it?” He grips his cock and my gaze zeroes in on his hard length, the view setting everything inside me aflame once again while I wish to trace the thick, pulsing vein with my tongue.
He strokes his hard length from base to tip, my insides clenching at the sight of his precum coating the head and I lick my lips, imagining his taste. My nails dig into his chest andhe hisses through his teeth, “Eager are we,moy cvetochek? What do you want?” His splayed hand settles on my stomach and he drifts it lower until he covers me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit, and I gasp at the thousands of tickling sensations surrounding me, inflaming the lust polluting my mind. “Ah, Lavender. Look at you dripping for your man.” He rubs his middle finger over my center, circling around the entrance but barely entering, magnifying the maddening need. “Your pussy had me only for one night and it already begs for it.” I rise to my tiptoes, and if he just applies more pressure on my clit I could…
I whimper in frustration when his touch is gone and our gazes clash as a wicked smile curves his mouth. “No,moy cvetochek. Your pussy needs a little bit more attention before I fuck you hard and remind you to never run away from me again. Because you. Are. Mine.”
He sinks to his knees, nudging my thighs apart and placing one of my legs over his shoulder, desire slamming into me in waves when his hot breath fans my core as he opens me up to his view. My core clenches, the throb adding to the yearning consuming me, and the pressure builds. “I don’t think—” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and wanting to push him away, but instead I pull him forward, lifting my hips to him. “Oh God,” I cry out when his lips land on me, dragging his tongue up and down my folds before catching my clit, and suckling on it hard.
Everything in me burns, each lick and flick adding fuel to the already blazing fire, demanding only one thing.
My surrender and complete pleasure that would bring relief to my starving body that requires his touch.
The heal of my foot digs into his back when he drives first one then two fingers inside me and I hold on to his hair for balance as he slides his tongue back and forth over me. Thepain mixes with pleasure, creating a heady combination that increases the pressure in my lower belly, the fire nipping at me as a tremor runs all over me.
He removes his fingers and then opens me wide when he stabs his tongue inside me, soothing the earlier sting as heat zips through me, followed by hot waves that have nothing to do with the steam.
I start to rock, finding friction, and he grunts into my flesh as he devours me.
“Levi, I need to come,” I beg, and yank at his hair, earning myself a groan. The vibration shoots straight to my clit and I barely resist the urge to press his whole face against me.
“No, no,” I muter when he drags his tongue over my folds before skimming his mouth to the side as my clit pulses, desperate for the bliss that was within reach just a second ago.
“Next time I’ll take my time with you. You’ll come on my tongue over and over again until you won’t be able to think straight and learn that there is no you without me.” Levi nibbles on the inside of my thigh, peppering small kisses before slowly rising upward, my stomach dipping when his chest brushes against me, the carved muscle increasing the hunger eating at me, and he props my leg over his hip. “Right now you need to be reminded about something.” His fingers dig into my skin and without thinking, I circle my arms around him and wrap my legs around him, breathing heavily through the steam and heat surrounding me. “You do not run away from me. You. Are. Mine.”
His mouth crushes to mine just as he enters me with a hard thrust, both of us groaning when his thick length stretches my core and instant relief fills my every cell along with anticipation and need so strong, I can barely breathe.
When did he have the time to put on a condom?
He sways back, my nails cutting into his nape when he moves agonizingly slowly, making me feel every hard inch. Only to drive forward again, pressing me tightly to the tile while dominating my mouth with passionate and deep strokes, claiming it all over again.
Every lick of his tongue tells me there is no escaping this madness, creating an addicting frenzy around me, pulling me deeper into his twisted and dark desires. My mind might try to resist but my body doesn’t want to listen and instead thrives in every powerful drive of his hips, tremors rushing through me whenever he enters me. I gasp when my aching nipples connect with his chest, my thighs clamping around him as he grunts into the kiss.
