Page 57 of Savage Love

“We’re not going all the way with this, Elena,” he tells me firmly, his voice a deep growl in his throat. “I mean it. I’m not risking that yet. Not when you were only cleared today.”

“Alright.” I nod, my fingers tracing along his jaw as I tilt my chin up to kiss him again, gently. “I just want—I want to be close to you. I need this, Levin. Please—”

“There you go again.” He shakes his head, the words coming out half-strangled with desire as he cups my cheek, moving close enough that I can feel the hard, tense lines of his body pressed against mine. “Begging to pleasureme. You say you know what you do to me, but I don’t think you have any idea how that makes me feel.”

“Then tell me,” I whisper, arching closer to him. “I want to hear it.”

He groans, his lips brushing against my forehead as my hand slides between us again, tracing the shape of him through his clothes. “It makes me feel like I’m going fucking insane, sometimes. The thought of you begging to makemecome like you did on the beach, in that fucking hotel, inthisfucking room—god. I think about it sometimes, when I—”

He breaks off, as if he’s said something he didn’t mean to, and my eyes widen, a flush of heat going through me at the thought of him alone, stroking his cock and imagining me. “That’s what you picture when you’re—by yourself? Me?”

Levin’s eyes close again, and I can see that same inner struggle that he always has, the fight between what he feels and wants and what he thinks he should say or do. “I don’t know how to answer that—fuck—” he groans as I rub my palm over the hard ridge of his cock. “I should tell you I don’t think about it. But god, Elena, of course, I fucking do—ohh—”

He moans, the sound catching as I undo his belt and drag the zipper down, now only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs between his flesh and my fingers. I can feel the heat of him through it, burning against my hand, and I wrap my fingers a little more firmly around him, stroking lightly as he gasps.

“I think about you on your knees, your hand around me, pleading for me to let you suck my cock. The way your hair feels in my hands, the way yourmouth—god, Elena, having someone as beautiful as you pleading to put my cock in your mouth drives me fucking wild. I think about tying you up to the bed like I did in Rio, making you beg formytongue, my mouth, pleading to come—and I feel—”

“If you’re going to sayguilty,” I whisper, my fingers slipping inside to stroke the naked flesh of his cock, “then don’t. Because Ilikeit, Levin. I fucking love it. I think about all that, too. I think about how much I want you—”

I reach down with my other hand, pushing his pants down his hips, and he groans as he strips off his shirt; all of that hard, naked muscle suddenly bared for me as I tug his clothing off, and his cock springs free, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a damp sheen of pre-cum against his skin. He’s so hard that I can see the veins throbbing, and as we toss his clothes aside, I push him onto his back, my hand wrapping firmly around the thick shaft.

“Please,” I whisper, a teasing smile on my lips as I move between his legs, confident that he’s going to give in to me now. “Please let me suck your cock.” I rub my thumb over the tip, sliding the arousal there to the soft bit of skin just beneath it, and Levin’s entire body jerks beneath me. “I want to taste you—”

“God—” His hand trails through my hair, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “I should be the one begging you. I want your fucking mouth—”

I lean down, flicking my tongue over the tip, and his hips jerk again. His head tilts back, his mouth opening on a ragged moan as I lick him there, just the head for now, lapping up the pre-cum and swirling my tongue around it until he’s nearly trembling, my hand holding him still for me.

“It’s been a while since I—” He swallows hard. “I haven’t come in a while. It wasn’t enough. I wanted—”

A hot flush of arousal goes through me at that, at the idea that his own hand wasn’t enough, that all he wanted wasme. “Can I make you come more than once?” I whisper, looking up at him as I trace the edge of his cockhead with my tongue, my hand slowly sliding along the shaft as I tease him.

“I—maybe—” Levin’s voice sounds strangled. “I don’t know.God, Elena—”

His voice breaks off again as I wrap my lips around him, sucking lightly as I slide down, and then harder as I move my hand down to the base of him, still gripping him tightly as I tease him with lips and tongue. I see his jaw clench, his eyes shut tightly as I slide back up again, enjoying the feeling of having him in my mouth again, seeing him revel in the pleasure I can give him.

Knowing he wants me.

I’m aching for him. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and I can feel how wet I am, the silky material of my panties clinging to my damp flesh, my nipples stiff and begging to be touched. I want him so much it hurts, but I want to enjoy him more, to enjoy the way it feels to be this close to him, to have him at my mercy. It makes everything else fade away, and it feels like, just for a little while, he’s actually mine.

Like I could keep him this close forever.

His hips jerk upwards as his hand tangles in my hair, and I can feel him struggling not to thrust too hard into my mouth, not to choke me with his cock. He could if he wanted to, and I’d like it, feeling the thick length of him pushing deeper, forcing me to take more of it. But he lets me set my own pace, sliding down further until both of my hands are braced against his thighs and my nose is brushing against his skin, the pressure of his cock in my throat making me convulse around him for just a moment. I hear him groan at the sudden tightness, his body shuddering, and when I come up for air, I see him look down at me with an expression of such lust that I feel a fresh wave of desire wash through me, drenching me with it.

“God, that feels so fucking good—” Every word catches as he says it, his other hand fisting in the blanket as his fingers wrap in my hair. I slide my tongue over him as I catch my breath, my hand stroking over his hard, glistening length as I wrap my lips around him again.

“That’s so good,” he repeats, breathing heavily. “You’ve learned how to suck my cock like such a good girl, Elena. Just how I like it.”

I moan around him, my own body stiffening at that, throbbing from the flood of arousal his hoarse, filthy words sends through me. I love it when he loses control, when he talks to me like this, and I slide my mouth down his cock again, taking him as deeply as I can as I taste his pre-cum on the back of my tongue, filling my senses with his taste and scent and the hard, hot feeling of him as I lose myself in the pleasure of what I’m doing.

I’ll never get tired of being with him like this.

“Fuck, I’m so close—” he groans as I take him all the way again, throat tightening around his cock as I wrap my lips around the base, my nails digging into his thighs. I hold him there for as long as I can, before I come back up and suck hard on the tip, looking up at him wickedly.

“Good,” I whisper, swirling my tongue around him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Fuck—” Levin’s jaw tightens, his hips bucking as his hand presses against the back of my head. I feel him throb against my tongue in the instant before I feel the hot flood of his cum fill my mouth. I swallow convulsively, still sucking and stroking the base of him as I take everything that he has to give me.

I don’t stop until he’s twitching and shuddering, the hand in my hair sliding down to cup my jaw and pull my mouth off of him as he gasps for breath. “Elena, it’s too much; I—”

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