Page 67 of Leviticus
“Mmm, now that is a sight I could get used to every morning,” I teased, walking into the kitchen the next morning. She laughed as she straightened up from her bent over position in front of the stove.
“Oh, hush you,” she playfully scolded, shooting me a look as she looked back at me. “I was simply checking the bread.”
“Bread?” I questioned, sniffing the air for the yeasty, delicious scent that typically accompanied such baking, but finding none. “It smells too sweet to be bread.”
“That’s because it’s not just bread. It’s apple bread,” she corrected with a smirk.
“Apple bread? I don’t know that I’ve ever heard of such a thing.”
“Oh, well then you are in luck, my dear Levi. Apple bread is one of my favorite fall luxuries,” she giggled.
“Luxuries? Oh, well, then get back to it woman,” I teased right back, making my way to her and giving her ass a quick smack of approval. She straightened up at that, as she turned towards me with wide eyes. Whether they were widened with embarrassment or desire, I wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, I was intrigued.
“Well, well, Mrs. Temple. What do we have here?” My voice turned into one of dark promises. Dark promises I hoped to fulfill very, very soon. I guided her away from the oven, pressing against her mid-back until she was leaning over the counter slightly. “Is this okay?” I asked quietly.
“Beyond okay,” she whispered, a brilliant flush rising on her cheeks, and I chuckled.
“Perfect,” I uttered as the first smack came down over the curve of her ass. It wasn’t very hard, more sound than anything. She let out a breath on a groan and I was hooked.
I spanked her, one smack after another, until she was literally rising onto the tips of her toes to meet each strike. Glorious.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, my opposite hand beginning to pull the skirt of her dress up and over her hips. I wanted to see her smooth skin reddened at my hand. Perfect for me to just slide between and —
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Saved by the bell, I suppose,” she taunted, rising to standing and shutting the oven timer off. I stood there, only slightly shocked as she pulled the delicious smelling bread from the oven and winked at me. The little vixen had the audacity to wink at me like that? Oh, this would be a day to remember. I could tell. She may be a vixen, but I was a wolf, ready to prey.
“Breakfast is ready,” she said with a smile, setting the bread on the stove and turning back to me. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked as I stepped closer, cornering her.
“Because I’m hungry,” I said with a smirk.
“Well, it’s a good thing the bread is basically ready. All warm from the oven,” she somewhat stammered. I simply shook my head.
“No?” she questioned, and I heard the hesitation laced in her voice. It wasn’t fear, no, not at all.
“No, my lovely one. I do not hunger for bread this morning.” My voice rumbled through my chest as I reached out for her, pulling her close to me as she gasped.
“Levi!”
“I hunger for you alone,” I promised on a growled whisper, reaching down and cupping her thighs just below the curve of the ass I had just spanked and lifting her on o the counter.
“Levi, my goodness! Put me down!” She demanded on an excited gasp, but I could hear the want in her voice. I could feel the need emanating off of her in waves, matching my own.
“I don’t want to put you down. I want you here,” I purred, leaning in to flick her earlobe with my tongue as I whispered into her ear. “I want you right here. Where I can devour the breakfast I so crave.”
I kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my lips, listening to her gasps fill the silent room. My hands reached down, finding the hem of her dress and lifting it slowly, dragging the material up as my hands caressed the curves of her legs.
“Levi,” she breathed. Gone was the exclamation. Gone was the protesting. In its places, was beautiful, relaxed compliance at my touch and God, how I craved her!
“Ruth,” I murmured, claiming her lips with my own. "Stay right there," I told her before heading to the dining room for a chair. I was going to need it for what I had planned.
I returned moments later, chair in hand, and sat myself down in front of her.
"Levi, what are you — Oh!" she exclaimed as I lifted her skirt once more and pulled her to the edge of the counter. The perfect height for my tongue. I let my shoulders spread her legs, widening her for me and holding her exactly where I needed her. Sliding her panties to the side, I spread her lower lips and found her swollen clit with my tongue. "Oh, holy hell!"
I chuckled at her curse, and then groaned at her taste. Christ, she tasted good. Sweet, musky, and all woman. My woman.
What was wrong with me today? I was starting to sound like Malachi with all of his primal urges and hedonistic ways. I shook the thought from my head and focused back on the delectable breakfast before me.
