Page 18 of Better than Revenge

The shirt I am borrowing rides up and before I realize what’s happening, he’s running his hands under the hem touching my waist and stroking my bare hip. My body turns feverish and heavy with lust. My breasts swell like they are trying to reach for his touch and there is a flutter in my lower tummy that is both scary as hell and exciting and new. It's like being on a roller coaster, with every swoop you lose touch with the ground and become breathless.

His fingertips slowly inch up to brush against the underside of my breast causing me to gasp out, but I don’t try to pull my mouth away from him. When his palm fully cups my breast a moan is wrestled from me but he eats that up as well. This time he’s not teaching me, he’s not trying to go a little further for someone who doesn’t understand what she is doing. This time he is taking for himself.

I can feel that in the way he tightens his fingertips up around my already hard nipples. I mumble an 'Oh, God' against his lips before a cry escapes when he rolls my aching peak between his finger and thumb and adds the perfect amount of pressure. There’s no hiding how much I like this, how much my body is responding to what he is doing to me.

He pulls away long enough to pull my borrowed shirt up over my head. I have no time to even guess what he’s about to do as he lowers his head and places his mouth over one aching peak. All the air -what very little was left after his breath-taking kisses- leaves my body in a rush as I feel the drag of his tongue over the throbbing nub. My hands fly to the back of his head. I'm not sure if I’m trying to hold him to me or pull him away but once there all they seem to want to do is sink into his hair and use him as an anchor.

Sensations spiral through me, new and sharp, threatening to explode. His other hand comes up to play with my other breast before he switches places. I’m a puddle, a single-celled organism with only one thing on its mind. Every part of me is connected to where he licks and sucks. The scrape of his teeth causes me to gasp out and I’m certain moans and sighs are coming from me with no thought to try to hide them now.

“Levi…?”

He looks up without taking his mouth away from me. When our eyes meet, he starts kissing a trail over the rise of my breasts and up my neck. This time when he takes my lips the kiss is just a buzz instead of a mind-numbing play of tongues.

“Sorry, kitten. Sorry.”

My body goes cold underneath him like it’s had icy water poured over it. Is he sorry he…played with my…?

“I shouldn’t have lost my fucking mind like that, but you are so fucking beautiful. I didn’t mean to scare you. Or lose control like I did.”

Somehow, I find my voice, “You…didn’t scare me.”

He stares at me, pinning me to the bed with his gaze. I try to wiggle my hips; try to find the pressure I need to make the ache that has built up inside of me go away -or at least quieten down. I’ve never felt this sense of urgency before. I want to run and jump and…I just want to make this crazy intense feeling subside.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

I nod my head knowing if I try I won’t be able to hide the desperation rising inside of me and choke back the cry that wants to come out. “You need me to help you, kitten?”

“Hel…help me?” How would he be able to help me?

I don’t have to wait long to find out.

Chapter Fifteen

Levi

Part of me hates the fact that I took something from Tamsin without her being fully aware of what I’m doing but another part -the dark son of a bitch side of me- is pounding my chest and yelling from the rafters. I made this woman nearly cum with nothing more than a couple of licks and sucks to her magnificent tits. And my little virgin is so responsive I’ve got no choice but to help her. I can’t leave her in pain, unfulfilled. It would taint the whole experience for her and I won’t have that.

I want her to look back on our time together with fondness and maybe a bit of yearning. It would be nice if she remembered me after all of this is over. And how do I feel about it being over? Well, I can’t think of that right now. I have my girl to worry about.

I give her one more kiss before I rearrange us, so I am lying by her side. She starts to cover her breasts, getting shy when she shouldn’t be. She’s beautiful. I take her hands and bring them over her head so I can look at what I have laid out before me. Even though her hands are now trapped she still tries to hide from me by bringing her knees up. Which is exactly what I wanted her to do.

I transfer both her wrists to one of my hands and place my other hand around her throat, not tightly, but enough so that she knows to listen to me.

“Don’t hide from me, little one. Let me see…” I stop myself before I can finish my thought. Let me see what belongs to me. It stops me in my tracks for so long she starts to shift around getting anxious.

“Let you see what?”

“Let me look at that beautiful body, kitten.”

I run my hand down the column of her neck and over the mounds of her breasts, playing as I go, listening to her gasps and soft cries as I touch various spots. My hand continues down her body over her tummy and around her navel until I reach the edge of her panties. Cute little virginal white panties that are almost see-through at the gusset now.

“Wh…what are you doing, Levi?”

I hold eye contact as I nudge her waistband down low over her mons. I finally drop my eyes and look at what I’ve unveiled, soft skin, bare flesh, the hint of her soaked pussy.

“We shouldn’t leave you in these wet clothes.”

“Wet clothes?”

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