Page 53 of Leviticus
“Tell me more,” I urged, moving my finger in faster circles, tickling that little nub as it swelled beneath my touch, becoming more sensitive.
“It tingles,” she whined as she writhed. Gasp after gasp escaped her as I moved faster.
“And what about now?” I whispered as I slid my finger lower, sliding deep within her in one easy motion and pressing upwards against the spot I knew she loved.
“Oh, Levi! Yes! Please!” she cried out into the night. Her channel pulsed around my finger, pulling it deeper and making me want to bury my cock within her.
“That’s it, love. Don’t hold back. Just feel,” I baited, moving my finger in and out slowly, pressing that spot on each thrust before adding a second finger.
“A little more. Good girl. Give it over to me. I want to see you break and see the heavens as you cum for me,” I urged, fingering her faster.
“Wait, no!” I immediately stopped as she spoke.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want that yet. I want to touch you too! I don’t want this to be over!” she pleaded. The panic in her eyes was endearing.
“Oh, this will not be the only one you have. I will make you cum, make you fly over and over and over, lovely one,” I promised, doubling down on my efforts and making her reach the precipice of that orgasm.
“Let go, Lovely. Let go and cum.” I sucked her nipple back into my mouth, this time biting down on her nipple just hard enough until she shattered around my finger, arching in to my mouth and flooding me with her cum.
“Kiss me,” she panted and I couldn’t hold back. My lips found hers and I kissed her with all the passion I had, still moving my finger between her folds slowly, softer now. Our kiss broke and I brought that finger to my lips.
“Levi, no!” she gasped.
“I assure you, love, you taste delicious,” I assured her, sucking her sweetness off of my finger.
“You like tasting..that?” she questioned hesitantly.
“Not only do I intend on tasting it off of my fingers as often as possible, but I intend to drink directly from the source,” I promised, my eyes locked on hers.
“Do you expect me to —” she cut off, gulping audibly.
“I expect nothing, Ruth. If you want to taste me, to kiss me there, I would love it. But only if you are willing.”
“Right. Consent,” she giggled nervously.
“Exactly. Now where were we?” I asked rhetorically. A look of pure mischievousness crossed her face before she was rearing up and pushing me onto my back. The move surprised me so much I couldn’t help but follow.
“I think it was my turn,” she said shyly. I sat there with my jaw open at this shy goddess of a woman, wanting to touch me, to kiss me.
“I might not be good, but —” I quieted her words with a finger to her lips.
“Nonsense. Just do what feels right. Explore.” I put my hands behind my head. It looked like a position of nonchalance, but it was an attempt to keep my damned hands to my damned self. All I wanted to do was take her into my arms and taste that sweet pussy. Licking my finger had only whetted my appetite for more of her. I wanted to indulge myself, to gorge myself on her sweet nectar.
“Well, just… bear with me,” she asked again, and I had to laugh. Oh, I think I would be just finebearingwhatever she chose to do at this point. I closed my eyes and settled in for her small touches and little kisses and —
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Ruth!” I exclaimed, jumping so hard I almost sat clear up at her touch. I had expected her to touch my stomach, or maybe kiss my chest. Instead, she had wrapped her hand around my cock, over my sweatpants.
She immediately took her hand away in surprise.
“Did I do it wrong? Did I hurt you?” she panicked.
“No. No, you didn’t. I just wasn’t expecting you to—”
“I just thought I might as well jump in with both feet and learn. And I want you to feel the way you make me feel and —
“I think I understand,” I chuckled. “Let’s start again. Though, if you want to touch me there, might I suggest I lose the pants?”
