Page 58 of Savage Love

“I wanted to try to make you come more than once.” I try to capture him in my mouth again, his cock still hard, but he tugs me away, another tremor going through him.

“I’m open to the idea,” he pants, rolling me gently onto my back as he leans, naked and gorgeous, over me. “But I need a minute to recover. And you—” His eyes are full of dark, heated lust as they rake over my body, landing on the silky material between my thighs that’s drenched through. “It’s your turn to come next.”

I close my eyes, sucking in a breath as he pushes the tank top over my head, tossing it aside as his hands cup my breasts.Thisis the Levin I want always, the lustful, groaning man who loses his mind when he’s with me, who says filthy things and touches me in all the ways I could ever have fantasized about and some that I could never have thought of, who makes me beg and plead and come for him. The man who wants me.

The man who drives me just as insane as he says I do to him.

His lips are on my nipple, tugging and rolling it between his teeth, a sharp prick of pain instantly laved away by his tongue. He sucks more of my breast into his mouth, the other still held in his broad palm, fingers replicating what his teeth and lips are doing to my nipple on the other side. I writhe beneath him, feeling the hard press of his hips against me, the still half-swollen shape of his cock rubbing against my thigh as he teases me until I’m gasping.

His lips drag downwards, over my belly to my hips, his teeth grazing against each hipbone as his fingers slip into the edge of my panties. I hadn’t been sure if we’d do this, if he would worry that anything he did to me would be too much, but I should have known better.

Levin is nothing if not generous in bed, and if he isn’t going to fuck me, I should have known he still wouldn’t let me out of bed without making me come, once he’d decided to bring me here.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes, looking down at me with an expression that’s almost one of awe. He slides one long finger upwards against my folds, groaning at the way I part instantly for him, the slick pool of wetness that his fingertip descends into as my hips arch up, needing more. “And all for me—”

“Only for you,” I gasp, hips rolling in a bid for friction, for him to rub against my clit, or slide that long finger inside of me. “Only ever you—”

“I know.” He leans over me, his lips brushing against mine, careful not to settle his weight on me as he strokes upwards, adding a second finger as he rubs them over my clit at last, and I let out a small cry into the kiss. “You’ve only ever been mine, Elena. And I don’t deserve you.”

I kiss him harder, before he can say anything else, lips pressed against his as I grab onto his arms, clinging to him as the pleasure builds. I’ve been aching for him, wanting him, and the slightest touch feels like almost enough to push me over the edge, to give me exactly what I’ve been craving.

“I know you can come more than once for me,” he murmurs into my ear as he circles my clit with his fingertips, his lips brushing warmly against the shell. “I want you to come for me,malysh. Come as much as you can.”

I ignore the sharp stab of pain that the nickname shoots through me, the tender way he whispers it, and I focus instead on what heisgiving me. The feeling of his fingers, pressing harder now, rubbing in the motion he knows I like, driving me wildly towards my first orgasm, and I know it will only be the first. He’ll give me as many as he thinks I can take, and that thought alone is enough to push me over the edge, to make my back arch and my head tip back with a shuddering moan as I unravel against his fingers, the orgasm crashing through me as I buck and keen with pleasure.

He keeps stroking, rubbing, crooningcome for me, that’s my good girl,in my ear as I nearly sob with the exquisite pleasure of it, and I want to beg for his cock. I want to be filled up, to feel him hard and solid and thrusting, driving me towards another climax as he fucks me hard, but I bite it back. I know that’s asking too much, and I don’t want to ruin what we have right now.

I don’t want him to stop.

He doesn’t. His strokes slow as my orgasm ebbs, his fingers circling the outer edge of my clit instead of right atop it, his tongue gently sliding lower, teasing the edges of my pussy and down to my entrance to swirl there, letting the sensitivity ease before he begins again, pushing me towards another orgasm. He knows exactly how I like to be touched, exactly what will make me gasp and clutch the sheets, twisting them in my hands as my back arches and I grind against his face.

“I want to make you come again,” I whisper, licking my lips where I can still taste him, and Levin chuckles, the sound vibrating against me.

“Come for me again, and I’ll let you have my cock in your mouth? How does that sound,malysh? A good enough reward for letting me have you come on my tongue again?”

A buzzing, tingling sensation washes over me at that, all of my body, myskinfeeling alive at the words murmured over my damp and sensitive flesh, his urging, his desire. I can’t speak, so I whimper instead, nodding as his tongue slides over my clit and my hips jerk upwards towards his mouth.

He groans, his hands gripping my thighs as he holds them apart, keeping me spread open wide for him to enjoy. He pushes my legs up and back, as wide as I can be, and he pulls back for just a moment, his gaze raking lustfully over the sight in front of him, all of me fully exposed.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and there’s no part of me that feels anything but aroused at the way he has me displayed, the vulnerability of it. I trust him completely, and all I feel at that moment iswanted.

It feels as good as any physical pleasure.

His mouth presses against me once more, tightly, his tongue stroking familiar circles over my clit, fluttering, rubbing, and he sucks my flesh into his mouth, pushing me quickly towards the orgasm that he’s had me hovering on the edge of. A slow, rhythmic sucking, pulsing my clit in his mouth as his tongue flicks over it, and my thigh muscles tremble as I buck against his face, one hand gripping the back of his head as I give myself over to it.

I know I fuckingdrenchhis face when I come again. I can feel it, the flood of arousal on his tongue, the way my entire body tenses and shudders, hips grinding shamelessly on his mouth as I twist on the sheets and come hard. I hear myself scream his name, the second orgasm as intense as the first—more so, even—and Levin keeps licking all the way through the climax, sending ripples of pleasure through me until I sag backward against the pillows, boneless and gasping.

He leans back, wiping his mouth lewdly as his eyes sparkle with lustful mischief, and I can see how hard he is again, his cock pressed stiffly to his abdomen, pre-cum sliding down the shaft. I lean up, reaching for him, and he narrows his eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Elena. I don’t need to—”

“I want to. Come here.” I almost growl the words at him, and he has the audacity tolaugh, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smirks at me.

“You want it that badly, hm?”

“Yes. I told you—”

“Then we’re going to try something new, because if you’re going to make me come again, then I’m going to make sure you get the same.”

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