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His heated eyes averted, he shook his head. At least he was honest.
“Why can’t you look at me, sweetie?”
Another shake of the head. His arms tightened around my back. What he said next broke my heart.
His voice hushed, he stated honestly, “I don’t know what I’d do if I saw disappointment there.”
My eyes shut and I squeezed them tight, holding in the tears I so badly wanted to shed. My lips lowered to his chest and I kissed him there, right over his heart.
I wasn’t going to get the answers I needed. Not tonight, and not from Lev.
I would have to go elsewhere.
Waking in the morning with a hot mouth on your breast, growling into the soft flesh, suckling hard, was indeed a fine way to be roused.
My good morning came out something like, “God, yes, honey. Suck harder,” as my arms cinched around the back of his head, pulling him closer.
Where did my pajamas go?
He removed his mouth, grinding his erection into my hip, and asked, “It’s over?”
I went blank. It was over already?
Well that was quick.
Sad face.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. But then he asked again, clearer this time, “Your period, baby. Is it over?”
Oh!
You’re such a dick.
I almost snorted, but I was too busy panting and running my fingers through Lev’s sleep-mussed hair. “Yes, it’s over.”
The light spotting had ended three days ago, thank the Lord above.
His thumbs hooked into the waist of my silky white panties. They were yanked down with a harsh tug and I helped by kicking them off my ankles. He knelt above me. The light sunshine coming through the cracks between the curtains helped me see Lev’s cock jutting up and out of the waistband of his boxers.
He was as ready as I was.
He gazed down at me, taking in the sight of my nude body for the very first time. I was glad Nas had talked me into getting another bikini wax the week before. Although I kept myself neatly trimmed, I refused to go hairless. I just didn’t like it. And, right now, I was grateful for it. It kept me from feeling overly exposed as Lev’s eyes slowly trailed every inch of me.
It was making me anxious. I needed contact. Reaching up, I gently ran my hands down his arms, and when our hands brushed, he entwined our fingers, bringing my hands to his lips, pressing slow, precise kisses to my knuckles.
His hands released mine and then he was on top of me. We were caught in an embrace, and we were kissing.
These kisses were not wild or passionate or lustful. They were the warm, gentle, lazy kind. The dangerous kind. The kind that made me wonder why we couldn’t do this forever. Be this way forever. Be each other’s forever.
I had hope that it was possible.
His lips trailed my jaw, down to my neck, stopped to greet the valley between my breasts, and then skimmed my stomach, pausing just below my bellybutton to breathe warmly at the quivering flesh there.
The tip of his nose marked the journey down lower still, and then his hands were on my hips, squeezing as he buried his nose into the soft hair of my sex.
I swallowed hard. My eyes were wide open. The apples of my cheeks burning hot. I panted lightly.
He wasn’t going there…was he?
This was all so sudden. I didn’t have time to chose a sexy pose to present myself. I didn’t even know if I was ready for this. It was so much more intimate than intercourse. There was no hiding when you had a face all up in your love glove.
Then his hands were at my knees and he was spreading me wide open, peering down at my most intimate place. Part of me wanted to see his reaction, but my self-conscious mind wouldn’t let me. My eyes snapped shut and my hands came up to cover my face.
I let out an embarrassed groan. That embarrassed groan quickly turned into a passionate moan, my hands falling away from my face as Lev’s tongue came out to swipe me firmly from ass to clit.
Slow and precise.
Deep and adoring.
Wet and warm.
His tongue was a weapon, and it was killing me in his leisurely attack.
He placed his mouth over my pulsating button and sucked it lightly, pulling back as he did. My hands tangled in the sheets as a ragged sigh was ripped from my throat. Lev knew how to pleasure a woman. There was no faking my reaction. It was raw and genuine and so blissful that it bordered painful.
His fingertips played at my entrance, rubbing and kneading, but never taking the plunge inside where I needed it most, leaving me feeling bereft. And just when I thought I was going to go insane from the sweet torture, he gave me what I needed. One finger slipped inside with excruciating slowness.
