Page 59 of Savage Love

I blink at him, unsure what he means, especially when he made itveryclear that he wouldn’t fuck me. He’s been swayed before, but in this instance, I don’t believe he would be.

He shifts on the bed, one hand on my hip as he rolls me onto my side towards him, and suddenly he’s lying parallel to me, his hand lifting my thigh so it’s hooked over his head. “You can do as you please with my cock now,” he tells me, a hint of playful mischief in his voice that I’ve rarely heard, “but I’m going to eat this sweet pussy again while you do it.”

Am I ever going to stop getting wet at every filthy word that comes out of this man’s mouth?I came twice, hard, but I feel myself getting drenched anew at what he says,howhe says it, my thighs sticky with the evidence as he brushes his fingers over my swollen flesh and chuckles.

“You’re so wet for me,malysh. I could taste you all day and never tire of having you on my tongue.”

His cock throbs as he says it, very near my face, and I see another droplet of pre-cum pearl at the tip. I reach out, rubbing my thumb over his swollen flesh without thinking, and Levin shudders, his cock jerking into my palm as his fingers slip between my folds again, stroking me as I start to tease the head of his cock.

The pleasure jolts through me, newly intense at the novel sensation of him touching me like this while I lie here and play with his cock. I can tell he’s matching my pace, his fingers lazily brushing over my clit as I circle his cockhead with my fingertips, dampening it with his pre-cum as I explore him.

It’s not new anymore for me, not exactly, but I’m not tired of learning him. I love touching him, finding which spots make him jerk and shudder, which make him groan, repeating some of the same touches and strokes, and trying new ones.

I lean forward, tugging him a little closer with one hand on his thigh as I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock, and I’m immediately rewarded with a similar, small flick of his tongue over my clit.

Oh, so this is the game we’re playing.I bite my lip, stifling a delighted laugh, and press my lips against the swollen head, circling my tongue around it as Levin presses his mouth tighter between my legs, his tongue mimicking a similar pattern.

It’ll take longer for me to come like this, I can already tell, but I don’t care. It feels so good, and there’s an intimacy to it, this game that we’re playing together. I touch him the way I hope he touches me next, my thumb rubbing the soft flesh just beneath his tip as I lick my way around it, and he rewards me with his pushing against my entrance, his tongue still swirling around my pulsing flesh similarly.

It’s a slow escalation, bit by bit. When I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck, Levin’s tongue speeds up, lapping against my clit in that rhythm that he knows I like. When I start to slide down, taking him into my mouth, he begins to suck it lightly. My thighs jerk, squeezing around his head as I suck my way down his shaft, tongue teasing the ridges and veins as his tongue swirls around my clit, and I feel my entire body shudder as pleasure ripples through me.

His thigh muscles are tight and hard under my hand, and I think of what it will feel like to come when he does, to ride his face while I swallow his cum. Levin must be thinking something similar, because he grips my thighs suddenly and rolls onto his back so that I’m hovering above him, my legs gripped around his head as he drags me down onto his face with both of his hands, groaning with pleasure.

I feel his cock throb in my mouth, coating my tongue with pre-cum, and it sends a fresh burst of pleasure through me, knowing that the taste of me arouses him so much, that he’s so turned on by the act of having me on his face like this. I imagine the stubble on his chin and jaw drenched with me, the taste and scent of me sinking into his tongue, his skin. I buck against him, letting my mind run wild with every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had as I swallow his cock down, reveling in the way his hips jerk as he groans against me.

I’d never imagined doing this, but it feels dirty, erotic, grinding down on his mouth while I suck him harder, my hand sliding between his thighs to cup his balls in my palm, lightly stroking my fingers over them and being rewarded instantly with him throbbing in my mouth. I let myself go, riding his face the way I’d ride his cock if he let me, feeling his tongue slide over me again and again, his fingers digging into my hips, my ass as he holds me there. We’re past the point of playing the game now, or if we are, we’re both going wild—my lips fastened firmly around his cock as I take him as deeply as I can again and again, his sucking at my clit as his nose brushes against me. I can hear him groaning, hear him breathing in the scent of me as I feel him harden between my lips, and I know he’s close.

“Fuckingcomefor me,malysh,” he growls hoarsely against me. “I’m going to fill your mouth up,krasotka, come for me, ride myfuckingface—”

My back arches, pressing me against him as my body obeys instantly, the thought of him coming down my throat as I come on his tongue sending me over the edge. My hips press downwards, forgetting to worry about suffocating him, about if I’m too much. Somewhere in the back of my lust-fogged mind, I know he doesn’t care, because he’s pulling me downharder, sealing me against his lips as he drives me over the edge into a wild climax. I feel him throb and jerk in my mouth, flooding me with his cum as we both come undone together.

It feels incredible. I swallow and swallow, choked moans vibrating around his cock as he sucks and licks at my pussy, dragging out the orgasm for as long as he can as he pours himself down my throat. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams, the pleasure wracking my entire body as I grip his thighs with my hands and come for him while he comes for me.

“Fuck,” Levin breathes as he gently disengages from me, helping me slide off of him as he lies there panting. I can’t even move to rearrange myself so that I’m lying side by side with him instead of my nose nearly brushing his ankles, a heap of boneless pleasure on the bed as he laughs under his breath.

“That’s normally pretty hard to pull off,” he says in a rasping voice. “Butfuckif that wasn’t incredible.”

“I didn’t even think of it,” I whisper softly. “It was so good—”

I wait for him to saywe can do it again, orwe’ll try it this way next time,but he doesn’t. I can almostfeelhim receding from me, the armor slowly reattaching itself, as if he’s dressing himself in his barrier to keep his heart closed off from me, even while he’s still lying naked next to me.

When I can move, I push myself up to lie next to him, reaching over to brush my fingers over his short hair. He doesn’t make me stop, but he doesn’t return the caress, either. He lays there, his breathing slowly returning to normal, and as the rush of pleasure recedes, I feel my heart starting to sink.

I’ve got to stop getting my hopes up. Every time, I think things will be different, after. And I’m always disappointed.

After a few long moments, Levin speaks, his voice normal again. Flat, detached even, the lustful playfulness, the hoarse desire all gone from it.

“I’m going to have to go to New York for a couple of days,” he says slowly. “I don’t want to leave you alone even for that long, so Isabella is going to come and stay until I’m back. I already asked her,” he adds. “She was happy to, of course, although I think she’d be happier if I just decided to stay in New York.”

I know he’s right, but I don’t comment on it. I don’t want to risk giving him even the slightest indication that I might want that, too, because I don’t. I have no intention of taking him up on his offer for ‘space’ when all this is finished and I’m safe from Diego.

“Is it for business?” I ask finally, and he nods.

“Viktor needs me to come and look over some things in person. Nico is doing a good job of stepping into the physical role that I managed while I was there—training and evaluation—but Viktor wants my eyes on it, too, for a couple of days. He wanted me there sooner, but I convinced him that I couldn’t go until the doctor had given you the all-clear to be off bed rest.”

I have to blink back tears.Why doesn’t he see?A man who doesn’t love me would have told me that he had a job to do, and had my sister come and watch me while I was on bed rest, just as he’s doing now that he feels more comfortable. He wouldn’t have put his boss, a man he’s worked with for more than a decade, who is the closest person to him, on hold for me. Not if he didn’t harbor some feelings for me.

But he can’t admit it—or he knows and just doesn’t want them.That could be it,I think despondently, swallowing back the emotion.He’s hoping they fade, if he gives it enough time.

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