Page 65 of Leviticus
I didn’t know what to even think. I had scened with partners for years now, and nothing -nothing -came close to what I had just experienced with her. There was something deeper in our exchange, deeper than anything I had even felt. And it had been a simple scene! There had not been all the bells and whistles and extremes that I had partaken in with so many of my scenes.
She had said it herself; I had not given her a single lick of pain, and it was hands down the best scene of my life. And it was scene one. Our first. What did that mean for our scenes over the next few weeks?
Or the scenes over the next few years.
The thought was there, though I didn’t want to acknowledge it too closely. Not today. All I knew right now was that I needed this woman here beside me.
I helped her out of the tub carefully, slowly and grabbed a towel.
“Let me dry you off, lovely one,” I whispered, gently toweling her body off. I pressed kisses to her skin as I wiped each droplet of water away. I worked my way back up her body slowly, reverently.
“Levi,” she sighed out like a goddamn dream.
“Ruth.” I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her head, bringing my lips to hers and holding her within my embrace to taste her for as long as I pleased. I drank each sigh from her lips, moving our bodies closer together as the kiss became more heated, as her tongue met mine. Her teeth caught my lower lip and tugged gently. I felt the embers of passion we had just partaken in burst into an open flame at her confidence.
“Let me dry you off, Levi,” she breathed against my lips. I nodded, handing her a towel from the hook behind me. She moved the towel over me just as gently, just as reverently as I had; mimicking my moves by placing kisses along the newly dried skin. She worked her way down until she was on her knees before me.
One, two, three, four —I counted silently, forcing myself to stay neutral to her obviously submissive stance. By the time I reached ten, I felt calm again, trusting myself to not throw her over my shoulder and back to the playroom for round two.
Then she looked up.
Those large, brown, doe-like eyes met mine, and all hope was gone.
I steeled myself against the desire to let my Dominance come forward again.
“Stand up for me, lovely,” I barely panted out, pathetically. I helped her to her feet and led her out of the bathroom, back into our bedroom. “I want to have you here, in our bed. Not as my submissive, but as Ruth.”
She smiled up at me brilliantly.
“Just us,” she all but purred contentedly.
“Just us,” I echoed. “Levi and Ruth.”
“Husband and wife,” she added, and I had to look away. Something there in her eyes was — well, it was almost too much. Or not enough. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I didn’t want to process that right now.
Instead, I nodded and laid her back on our bed, crawling on top of her. As I situated myself over her, she brought her hands to my chest. Her touch was intoxicating.
“Kiss me,” she breathed, a beg if I had ever heard one.
“Gladly.” My lips stole her breath, and she stole mine right back. This was equal, this was tender and needy, all rolled into one moment. We kissed each other slowly. Her tongue tasted me and her hands moved over me in soft motions that stoked the fire between us.
I slid an arm behind her back, lifting her to my chest before rolling us until I was on my back. Her eyes popped open in surprise.
“Find your pleasure, Ruth,” I urged, helping her to straddle my hips. It was all I could do to not slam her down onto my cock, which had become impossibly hard from our kisses alone. She was addicting.
She sat up, her hands propping her up on my chest. She tentatively moved her hips over me, my cock sliding against her folds as she ground against me.
“Mm, that’s so good, sweetheart,” I purred. The word had slipped out without thought, and I realized that it was absolutely how I felt.
“Sweetheart?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow up in surprise.
“I said what I said,” I growled playfully, with a smile a mile wide. I reached up for her, bringing her face back to me so I could kiss her again. I had never been a fan of kissing. It seemed too intimate, too odd, somehow. But kissing Ruth felt like home and Christmas and all things delicious. I couldn’t get enough. I would never get enough.
She smirked at me, her hips moving again, my cock slipping between her wet folds as she moved, making me groan with the sheer desire of this woman.
“How do I…” she trailed off a little sheepishly, and I realized what she was asking.I smiled and took her face in my hands.
“There are no wrong answers here, Ruth. Explore. Enjoy. Take me in your hands, move and discover. Take your time,” I encouraged, her eyes on mine. She nodded. The small smile she gave me bloomed into one of excitement as her hands began to move on my chest. My own hands traced over her thighs, encouraging her through my very touch.
