Leveled: A Novella (Saints of Denver #0.5)(73)

The material fell away and my small breasts reacted to his adoring gaze, my nipples taut with arousal. His hands glanced my waist then up past my ribs until he gave me the contact I so needed, running his thumbs over the tightening buds.

At my small gasp, his hard cock jerked lightly in response, the dewy precum at the head of him all but begging to be licked away. He towered over me and I loved it, the feeling of being so small under him, the feeling that he could overpower me, but knowing he never would.

It was a powerful thing to cause a want so fierce in the person you loved.

His head dipped and he took one sensitive nipple into his mouth. It was something he did often. I wasn’t sure if it was because he knew how wet I got when he did it, or if it was just because he liked my nipples in his mouth. Either way, it worked for the both of us.

He went to town, nipping then laving the peaks of my breasts, and doing it over and over again until I was whimpering from need. My body felt hollow and begged to be filled.

His deft fingers worked quickly to remove my panties. One quick tug and they were history, nothing but a scrap of satin on our bedroom floor.

“Bend your legs. Knees up, baby,” he commanded, and I obeyed, bending my knees and allowing him an unrestricted view of my wet core.

Lev’s gaze flashed with heat. He ran his big hands down my knees and smoothed them across my inner thighs until his fingertips lightly grazed my outer lips.

His middle finger teased me, gently running over my needy entrance, coating itself in my arousal. My cheeks stained pink as my heart beat harder, faster. I needed it. “Please,” I whispered.

He granted my wish, the tip of his finger slipping inside me in a deliberately slow pace. Bit by bit, he worked himself inside me. A whimper escaped me as I gripped the sheets, twisting them in my hands. My * clenched greedily, sucking him in, begging for more.

His low growl sent shivers over my body. “You’re so small, baby. So tight.”

When I felt the tip of a second finger attempting to join the first, I moaned softly and my knees fell outwards, allowing more room for Lev to work. He removed the first finger from my body and I whined, begging for it back.

His eyes alight, he spoke softly, “More?”

“More,” I uttered firmly.

Two fingers played at my folds, working themselves up and down through my wetness, preparing to enter me. I held my breath as they paused right there. They were pushed inside of me slowly until I was full.

It was perfect. I was so turned on. I wanted more, but wasn’t sure I could take it.

Lev stated, “I’m bigger than this, baby. I need to try for three, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Three fingers sounded like one too many, but he was right. He was big, and that big cock could do damage if I wasn’t prepared well enough. My voice soft, I gave him permission. “Okay.”

The fingers pulled out and in came a third. This time, I was grateful for the slow pace he liked to tease me with. Three fingers an inch inside of me became painful. I winced and moaned out loud, and not in a sexy way.

Lev removed the digits and rubbed his thumb across my clit. My body reacted immediately. “Okay,” he said. “We can wait, mouse. No rush.”

Was he freaking kidding me?

My head shot off the bed. “No! I’m done waiting. I want you inside of me, Lev. Please.” I whispered, my eyes begging, “Honey, please.”

He shook his head. “You’re so small. I’m going to hurt you.”

I didn’t care by that point. I wanted us to be together in every sense of the word. No more waiting.

“Lev, I’m a big girl. I can handle i—” My protest was cut off when his head descended between my leg, his mouth sucking on my clit. His fingers came back to where I needed them, two fingers pushing inside then pulling out slightly.

He was finger f*cking me while his mouth did delicious things to me, and I was in heaven.

My head fell to the mattress, my eyes rolled back, and a long moan was forced out of me.

I was wetter than ever before. Someone would be sleeping in a damp patch tonight. And at the incredible assault I was enduring, I would not complain if it were me.

I wasn’t prepared for the third finger to join in, but when it was pushed inside of me, Lev nibbled at my clit. And I just about lost my mind with desire.

It didn’t hurt so much this time, and with every time he withdrew then pushed back inside, I could feel myself accept what was given. My body was grateful.

Out of nowhere, it started.

My palms began to sweat. My legs went rigid. My eyes widened, and my lips parted in a silent moan. I whispered, “Oh, God. Yes. More.”

Lev didn’t need me to ask. He finger f*cked me harder, his digits trying desperately to work themselves past his fingers’ halfway point. His tongue came out to play, flicking me where I needed it most then suckling my throbbing bud.

My stomach tightened. I panted harshly and whimpered a hushed, “Shit. Oh, shit. I’m coming, baby.”

The moment it hit me, my back bowed off the bed, my body convulsing in a rigid display of pleasure. It was an overload. Lev’s fingers did not leave me, rather fought me to stay inside my pulsing channel, his hand gripping my thigh tightly, pulling me down.

My breath hitched as I continued to pant. One last tremor and my body broke out in goosebumps. I lifted my head to peer into Lev’s eyes. “I need you.”