Page 121 of Lost & Found

As if reading my every thought had become his new normal, he said, “Yes, I did just clean you off me. I don’t think you’d let me taste you straight from the tap, so this will do.”

I gasped as what he said penetrated the thick fog in my head.

“That is, until I can get you into bed.”

Seizing her, I pulled her naked body from the bathroom. I barely made it out of the room before I had her pushed against the wall. Lifting her, I pressed my erection into her core. She clung to my hips, gripping me with her thighs, locking me in place.

My hand delved into her thick, black hair. My mouth devoured hers. It was hard and rough. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue swept in and tangled with hers. The gentle tug of my hair in her hands had me feeling feral.

Pulling back, I moved my lips to her neck, sucking—marking her and not even giving a shit.

“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me? It was a mistake,” I nibbled on her ear and trailed kisses down her neck, “thinking I could be in such an intimate space with you and not want you, desperately.”

A tiny moan escaped her cherry lips as my hand skimmed across her nipples. Aside from staring at them in utter fascination, I hadn’t touched them earlier. The surprise of finding her, in the position I had, robbed me of coherent thoughts.

“I want to touch you everywhere. To familiarize myself with your body…your taste. I want all of you. My tongue against your clit, drinking you in—”

“You…you like that?” She blurted out, her face flushed.

“Like what, princess?” I teased.

“You want to um…”

“Taste you?” I finished, humored by her question.

She nodded boldly. There was something entirely erotic about seeing this side of her, flushed, her body rubbing unconsciously against mine, shaking and needy despite coming twice for me already.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

She disentangled her arms. “Can you start here?” she asked, running her hands over the top of her breasts.

Her nipples pebbled beautifully, and I was mesmerized. Her chest rose and fell with each excited breath. A fleeting ‘what the fuck’ moment stopped me. We should set some boundaries and talk first. We shouldn’t be doing any of this.

But then she whispered, “Please, Lev.”

All warning signals were silenced by the breathy way she begged. I pulled away from the wall and walked us over to our bed. Positioning my back towards it, I slowly let her down, loving the way she clung to the connection.

I studied her in awe. “These are a fucking masterpiece.” My hands rested on her collarbones as I stared down at her ample breasts.

“Really?” she asked, somewhat confused. “I hate them,” she gulped.

“You shouldn’t. They’re everything.”

I traced the swell of them, then kneaded both.

“I wanted to get them reduced at one point,” she moaned.

“That would have been an even bigger mistake than me bringing you here. An epic travesty, by all accounts.”

Her nipples hardened under my palms. I dragged them over the pebbled peaks and placed a kiss on her shoulder. She answered by arching into me.

“Oh,” she whimpered.

My thumbs flicked over the hardened peaks, and she twitched in response. Soft, breathy moans rang out in the room as her breath quickened. I squeezed them firmly, weighing them. They fucking felt fantastic in my hands.

To my surprise, she didn’t hold back. “Kiss me.”

I smirked at her demanding little tone, and then grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Again, she pushed forward boldly, taking my lower lip and nibbling on it before pulling it with her teeth.