Page 52 of Leviticus
Her hands moved to cover herself and I grasped her wrists in my hands, holding her arms away from her body.
“Never cover yourself. You are a goddess,” I expressed sincerely, my eyes on hers.
I kneeled on the floor, my lips peppering small kisses over the swell of her breasts. The hardened points of her nipples rubbed against my chin, my facial hair scraping over the sensitive skin and making her gasp.
I sat back on my heels, giving myself a moment to just look at her.
“Absolutely exquisite. Masterful.” I spoke more to myself than to her. I pressed a kiss against her sternum, vowing to show her pleasure, to show her how it could be.
“Levi,” she breathed out. I brought her hands to me, turning them and kissing the center of each palm, the inside of each wrist.
“Let me love you, Ruth. Please.” She nodded, and I stood once more. I helped her to the bed, tossing off my shirt in the process. She situated herself in the center of the bed and I leaned over her, kissing her ankle and working my way up her body. Her thigh, her hipbone, her stomach, her breast.
“I want to show you how it can be,” I spoke against her skin.
“Show me,” she breathed. I stole her breath with my lips, my hand moving down her body and cupping her breast. Her hardened nipple between my fingers, I gently pulled and rolled, drawing more sensation out of her.
“Levi!” she gasped as I pinched.
“Yes,” I groaned back, kissing her deeper. I gave the other the same attention, pluck and rolling the nub between my fingers as I tasted her.
I moved over her body, kissing over her again until I slipped her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, arching into me.
“Put your hands in my hair, Ruth,” I urged, taking her nipple back into my mouth and grazing my teeth over the sensitive spot while she writhed beneath me. I sucked, making her cry out, her hands fisting in my hair.
Her hips moved and I couldn’t stop myself from moving lower. Shifting to the side of her again, I licked and teased her closest nipple while my hand moved lower.
“Spread your legs for me, lovely,” I urged. “More. Spread them wide for me so I can see your beautiful body.”
With a blush, she spread her legs wide. It was hard not to think of her tied to my bed, rope holding her appendages to the four corners of my bed, unable to move while I teased and tortured her incredible body.
“I want to tie you to the bed like this someday,” I admitted my fantasy to her. She groaned, low and almost primal at my words.
“Yes, I want you wide open for me to touch, to tease.” My fingers moved over her inner thighs and over the top of her mons. I played over her, teasing her without delving between her folds.
She squirmed beneath me.
“What is it, lovely?” I teased.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me,” she whimpered. I slid a single finger between her folds, finding her completely soaked.
“Christ, Ruth, you’re drenched,” I groaned, sucking her nipple into my mouth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
“Is.. is that bad?” she asked between gasps.
“What!? No! Why would you —” My words cut off abruptly. She didn’t know. Of course she didn’t.
“Lesson time, darling,” I started, propping up on one elbow to see her better. “When you get aroused, you will get wet. This is good. It helps everything feel smooth and not hurt when it’s time to make love.” I moved my finger up and down her wet slit, bumping up against her clit.
“What is that?” she gasped, spreading further as I touched her most sensitive place.
“That is your clit. It’s a bundle of nerves that feels incredible from what I’ve been told. Why don’t you tell me how it makes you feel?” I teased, circling her clit and spreading her wetness over it.
“Oh! It… so good,” she breathlessly exclaimed.
