Levi
I hit the record button,and she hits her knees in front of me, patting the edge of the bed until she finds the phone to bring it closer as she situates herself on the floor. I drop my pants slowly, and her hands slip up my thighs, her nails teasing the backs of them, her lashes low as she watches me.
She’s in the prettiest white dress, little pink flowers all over it, and in the dimly lit room, against her pale skin, she looks like she might be an angel. Too sweet to be on her knees for me like this.
“Is this dress one of your favorites?” I ask.
“No, I—” I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. I lean forward and rip the front down to her waist. She lets out a surprised gasp as her breasts spill out. Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I expect her to chastise me, but instead she just looks up at me like I’m her own personal god.
“I don’t want you looking like an angel tonight. I want you looking like you belong to me.” The same way she did in that church.
“Because I do,” she answers, not missing a beat.
I reach down, running my thumb over her lips. They’re so soft, so perfect.
“I’m so addicted to this pretty little mouth. Everything little word. Every little smile. I want to see what it looks like wrapped around me. Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”
Addicted doesn’t cover it. I’ve been in a full-blown obsession for weeks. One I know I’ll never recover from, and like a desperate man about to lose it all, I’m giving her everything she wants. I tell myself it’s because we’re saying goodbye, but deep down, it’s because I’m hoping she’ll remember the way I’ll do anything for her, and maybe, just maybe, come back to me someday.
I don’t have time for any more melancholy thoughts, though, because her mouth slips over the tip of my dick, and all of my focus is consumed with the sensation. She’s tentative at first, and her eyes seek mine, looking for the validation that she’s doing it the way that I want. The sight of her so eager and submissive like this makes my dick twitch with want. I might not last long enough to enjoy it.
“That’s right. Get me nice and wet. Get it dripping just like that sweet little pussy does,” I encourage her. “Lick me up and down.”
I brush her hair back from her face, my fingers sinking into her red hair at the crown. I massage her scalp, and she moans over my cock, taking me a little deeper to let my hand slip lower.
“Oh fuck, you like that, don’t you? My greedy girl.” I tighten my grip as she starts to suck on me, rocking my hips to get a better angle, and she moans again. “You’re so pretty when you moan. Even better when it’s on my cock like this, and I can feel how much you like it.”
Her hands run up my thighs slowly, lighting the nerve endings in their wake. She wraps one hand around the base ofmy cock and slips the other between my thighs, massaging my balls as she starts to stroke me. This woman is going to take me down in a matter of seconds if I let her keep it up like this. I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her mouth back, the cool air contrasting with the loss of her warmth.
“Spit on it. I want it soaked,” I order her. She does as I ask, spitting on my cock, and I watch as it drips down. She catches it mid-fall, using her palm to wrap it around me, and spreads the warmth of her over me. “Good girl, now take me again. As slowly as you can. I want to feel every inch slip in between these pretty pink lips.”
She does exactly as I ask, carefully and perfectly, moaning when I bump the back of her throat. I ease back out of her, letting every second of my dick sliding over her tongue count. I need these memories when I’m alone without her. I need to remember what she feels like if I’m going to get through it.
She eases the tip of my dick back into her mouth as soon as she catches her breath, and her tongue swirls around the tip, massaging it and sucking like she’s never wanted anything more in her life. I can feel the wave of my orgasm start to build, threatening as a few drops of precum spill out onto her tongue and lips.
“You look so pretty like this. Blushing like you’re too innocent to confess how you like to imagine me fucking you in the middle of the night. Until I put you on your knees behind the confessional walls and make you do penance.” She hums her agreement over my cock, and it nearly doubles me over.
I sink my fingers into her hair again, trying to stop myself from taking her too deep or too fast, but she starts to urge me on. Her mouth bobbing over my cock while one hand works me over, and the other slips from my balls to just behind. Her fingertips dance over the sensitive patch of skin there, circlingand then massaging until I’ve been holding my breath from how good it is for so long that I’m nearly ready to black out.
I let out a loud groan and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself again. It’s useless though. I’m gone for her. The sounds of her mouth on my cock, the feel of her hand wrapped around me. I’m hers. She owns me.
“Sweetheart…” I try to warn her. “Fuck.” I moan from how close I am. “Your pretty mouth is doing me in. I’m gonna come on that sweet little tongue if you don’t let me go.” I look down, and her blue eyes are determined, lost in the task of making sure I know I belong to her.
I come hard, fucking her perfect mouth and spilling over her tongue. Rivulets of me are dripping out over her lush lips and streaming down onto her bare breasts as she tries to swallow me down. Staining her with the evidence of my obsession. I drop to my knees to lick it up, my tongue making its way around her nipples as they peak under my touch.
Her hands run through my hair and down the back of my neck as I try to clean up the mess I’ve made of her, and she whimpers as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Levi, please,” she whimpers, and I reach under her skirt, sneaking my fingers into her drenched panties to tend to her swollen clit.
“That better? You need fucked, don’t you?”
She whimpers her agreement, and I slip my fingers inside her, letting her rock her hips to the rhythm she needs as she tucks her head into my shoulder.
“Oh god. Yes. Like that.” She breathes against my throat as I press my thumb to her clit. “Levi.” She moans my name one last time before she starts to come, murmuring curses until she finally breaks the last wave, a stuttered breath before she says the thing that I’ll replay on this recording on a loop. “I love you.So much. So so much.” She stays wrapped around me as I slip my fingers out from under her skirt and kiss my way up her jaw.
“You own me, sweetheart. I love you more than life itself.” I whisper against her temple. “I hope you remember that when you’re over there.” She lifts her head, her eyes watering, and kisses me gently.
“I hope you know it’s mutual. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”
