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.
And my body lit up like a Fourth of July fireworks display.
No longer in control of myself, my thighs tightened around Lev’s head as I whimpered in need. I was so close.
He placed open-mouthed kisses on my *, lapping at me, eating me up. Every now and then, his tongue would stiffen and make the dive into me. There was no *footing around. He did to me exactly as the act was termed. He was performing oral sex.
Well, no. Not quite.
He fucked my * with his tongue.
The thought drove me wild. The act made me senseless. Combined, I was lost.
My thighs clenching either sides of his head, my hands fisted in his hair, my head thrown back in uncontrollable ecstasy, it wasn’t long before I was grinding myself into his clever mouth. His hands slid under my body, lifting my hips clean off the bed.
He pulled me into him, groaning, the vibration doing wonderful things to me till I wasn’t entirely sure we were separate entities.
My body wrung tight, rigid in every way. My eyes shut of their own accord, lights dancing behind my closed lids. His mouth sent waves of pleasure up my spine to the point of no return.
I was lost to him. And he knew it.
“Come for me, Mina. Come in my mouth, baby. Give me that honey,” he growled into my inner thigh.
Oh, shit.
An explosion of light discharged through me. My heart raced. I was numb.
Then, nothing but bliss.
My * quivered and clenched, giving him exactly what he’d asked for. My teeth snapped together, gritted tight, and a long, low moan was pulled from me without my permission as my body fought for control through release.
Holy hell. Sweet Jesus. Sweet baby Jesus.
I was a limp noodle.
Panting softly, Lev kissed his way back up my body, gathering me up and holding me tight. My flaccid arms held onto him the best they could, but my eyes would not open. I held my face into his neck. “Wow,” I croaked. “That was…holy shit.”
His body shook lightly, but he remained quiet. When he spoke next, he spoke frankly. “I’ve never tasted anything like you. You’re mouthwatering. Ambrosia.”
I smiled into his collarbone, feeling sleepy. “And all yours, baby.”
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering. His hand came down to knead my ass cheeks. “All mine, baby.”
Exhaustion took me soon after. I vaguely remember being cleaned up and tucked in. When I woke next, I woke completely alone, but sated and smiling.
Chapter TwentyEight
Mina