Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
I had to agree. He tasted clean with a tinge of saltiness, and every time my tongue passed over his slit, I was pleased to hear the sounds of his pleasure.
Opening my mouth, I held him straight and gradually took the head of him into my mouth, sucking lightly, feeling bolder and braver with every second.
Lowering onto him, I managed to take half of his length into my mouth before deeming myself at risk of gagging. My lips around him, I started an up-down motion again and sucked him deep as I could. His low groans and panting drove me.
He tasted so good that I moaned with him. I wanted to tell him that I was enjoying this as much as he was. “You taste so good, baby.”
That seemed to drive him over the edge. His hips began to thrust fitfully, driving him farther into my mouth. A growl escaped his throat and he pulled my mouth away from him. I knew what was coming, pun intended.
My hands worked him in long, hard strokes until finally, his stomach clenched, his body went rigid under me, and he shouted his release. I felt it all. His cock throbbed furiously, sending warm spurts of cum shooting out onto my hands.
I held onto his softening dick, waiting for his body to catch up with the bliss his mind was experiencing. I was horny as hell, and although I could very well rub myself into an identical ecstasy, I chose not to. I felt powerful from what I had just done. I was high on the feeling. That was enough for me.
The moment I felt Lev’s body melt into the bed, I moved off him and made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands and face. Before I washed it off, I examined the sticky white goop on my hands. I touched a finger to it and rubbed it between my thumb and finger. Just as Lev walked into the en suite—buck-naked—I touched that finger to my tongue, meeting his eye in the mirror.
It didn’t taste bad. It was different. A little bitter and salty, but it wasn’t something I would hate to have in my mouth.
He watched me carefully, and it forced a smile from me as I washed my hands and mouth. “It doesn’t taste so bad, you know.” I told him, “Maybe next time you won’t have to pull out.”
And still, he watched me, his soft cock larger than any I’d ever seen. I stepped toward him, reached up, and cupped his cheeks. “Better?”
He blinked sleepily. “Much. Thank you.”
He was so polite, even in situations that didn’t call for it. He was so silly. It made me smile. I pulled his face down to mine so I could kiss his lips. “You’re welcome, sweetie. The pleasure was all mine.” His brow rose. I rolled my eyes. “Okay, well, maybe not all mine, but it sure was fun.”
After Lev washed up, he came to bed naked as the day he was born and pulled me into his side, sighing contentedly.
One dinner date, and so many things had changed. I should have been freaked out, but I wasn’t. It felt like a natural progression. It might have seemed it, but it didn’t feel rushed. It felt expected.
I fell asleep telling myself that things would only get better from here.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mina
It was obvious to anyone with eyes and half a mind that Lev and I were official. If the open displays of affection hadn’t clued them in, the way Lev would growl at any man who touched me would have.
It was nice to be wanted, nice to be the object of a man’s affection. Of course, it was different with Lev. When he gave his attention, he gave it all. When he listened to you speak, he listened intently, no matter how mundane the subject. When he spoke, he thought carefully about what he should say, as though his words were a precious gift that he only gave to few. And I was one of the lucky ones.
When he held me, I felt as though the world could just float away, leaving the two of us locked in an embrace that would bypass anything and everything.
I loved him more than I thought possible.
And so, five days passed rather easily. Lev and I had gone to the bank to set up a savings account for me. I asked that I no longer be paid in cash, and Lev agreed that it was important that I have record of where I was getting my income.
Five nights of work ended in five nights of passionate make-out sessions before bedtime, with only one of those nights concluding with Lev getting a happy ending. During the course of those sessions, I discovered how erotic it was to undress a man, how much I loved running my hands over Lev’s naked body, and how serious this thing was between us. This was not a one-night, get-it-out-of-your-system type of passion. This was more, so much more.