He leans down and kisses the top two scars on my chest. His mouth skims the tops of my breasts, placing little kisses everywhere.
Lifting his head, he stares into my eyes. Anger, relief, and desire all swirl through him. He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them again, the anger has been pushed back until they only burn with desire. Relief pours through me.
His hand reaches out to cup my breast, lightly caressing my nipple through the lace. Reaching in the front, he unclasps my bra. My breast spills out into his hand. His thumb reaches out to caress the tip. Fire races through me. Moaning, I lean my head back against the door and arch my back, wanting him to continue. He takes my breast into his huge hand and traces the outside, deliberately narrowing his circles and driving me crazy until he gets to the center. Taking my nipple in his fingers, he lightly pinches and rolls it between his fingers.
“Harder,” I demand.
Grasping my body, he pushes us tighter against the door so he can free both hands. Grinding his hips, he leans his head back to watch my face as he reaches out with both hands and cups my breasts like he is weighing them. Frowning, I move restlessly, needing more than a soft caress.
“So impatient.” He chuckles softly.
Reaching out with his thumbs and fingers, he finally grasps each nipple hard. Rolling them, tugging on them with increasing pressure. Watching my face glaze over with desire, he knows he could make me come just by playing with my breasts. Faster and faster, his fingers move between rolling, pinching, and tugging while his body grinds into me. Moaning, my body trembles with anticipation.
Needing to feel his warmth, my hands skim every inch of him I can reach, and everywhere I touch, his muscles tighten in response.
I am on the edge and burning up. Just a little faster. I move my hips frantically back and forth to create enough friction to come. Throwing my arms around his neck, I hold tight to him.
“Lev,” I cry out as my orgasm hits and darkness caresses the edge of my vision. My body pulses as I jerk softly against him, riding each wave that spirals out from my core.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He pulls me in tight and holds me. As the waves subside, he continues to hold and caress me until even the little tremors are gone. Smiling, I open my eyes and lean my head back to look at him. It has been such a long time since I felt desire for a man, or from one. And to come with my clothes still on was embarrassing. Thankfully, I did tell him it had been a long time.
His eyes are dark green, almost black, as he leans down to give me a soft kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”
“Thank you.” Blushing, I kiss him back. “Did you?”
Shaking his head no, he steps back from the door so I can drop my legs. He holds on to me as I shakily stand. I almost cry at the loss of him so close to me. Stroking his hands down my body, he gathers me in close and holds me tightly for a few minutes.
He’s so quiet, I’m not sure if he is mad or regrets taking things slow or...
Running my hands across his shoulders, I want to ask about taking care of him. “Would you...?”
He pulls back and frowns at me. Two fingers cover my mouth to stop the words. “Hush, I’m fine and can take care of myself later,” he tells me. He smiles, and it’s almost blinding. “Watching you come for me was so fucking beautiful, I just wanted a minute or two to savor it. To remember your face and this moment and this feeling. I wanted to make sure I burned every detail into memory.”
Pulling my bra together, he hooks it closed. Picking my sweater up off the floor, he helps me put it on, and, laughing, he picks me up and swings me around. He gives me another kiss. I smile as I kiss him back. After a few more kisses, he goes home, promising to text tomorrow.
