I sat up and scooched over to him. Feeling around, I found his jaw and cupped his face between my hands, lowering my face to press slow, wet kisses onto his mouth.
He growled. “Mina, that’s not really helping, baby.”
Baby.
My heart sighed dreamily.
He called me baby.
I shushed him and kissed him deeper. “Let me help you.” Without waiting for his opinion on the matter, I turned to face his feet and straddled him, sitting on his stomach, my legs open and out on either side of his.
His voice hoarse, he croaked, “You don’t need to. It’s okay”
God, he wanted it so bad. I could hear it in his tone. He was just playing it cool. I understood need. I spoke huskily, “I’ve been dying to touch you, Lev, and now that I’ve seen it, I don’t think I can keep my hands off you.”
That was the truth.
Running my hands down his thighs, I brought them back up slowly in a light massage. I did this over and over again until I heard Lev sigh in pleasure. I slid my hands up to either side of his length and held them there. With delicate care, my fingertips grazed the elastic of his boxers before slipping leisurely inside. The moment I came into contact with his hot, hard tool, Lev let out a long groan, and I wrapped the fingers of both my hands around it. It didn’t surprise me that the fingers of both hands weren’t able to meet. My hands were small, and he was big.
I let go of him a second to slide my thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and, thankfully, he took the hint, lifting his hips, allowing me to push them down to his knees. I quickly took him in my hands once more, worked him slowly in an up-down motion, and asked, “Lotion?”
“Don’t have any,” he rasped.
I slid back so that my rump was in the center of his chest and bent at the waist, stroking him all the way. I wanted to put my mouth on him. I tested the waters by gently licking around the head of his shaft and was rewarded when Lev convulsed in a way that almost threw me off.
Panting, he gripped my hips and thrust up into my hands. “Yeah, baby. That’s good. So good.”
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.
Although light petting had been the main theme, I’d never lost my clothing before, not completely anyway, until last night. My tank was pulled over my head in a lust-fueled frenzy. My small breasts were squeezed by large hands. My nipples were rolled between deft fingers. And when his warm mouth closed over one stiff peak and sucked, my back had bowed in a way that might have looked like I was being electrocuted, and it sort of felt like I was, in a way.
Lev was always the one to stop the fun, knowing I was much too irresponsible to be trusted to the task.
Sex had never felt like this as an adolescent. It was clumsy and awkward and inelegant. Even non-sex with Lev was fluid and flowing and graceful. If this was how mild petting went, I could hardly wait for the main event.
Things could not have been going better…until that night.
The club’s crowd had not gotten all that much better, but some of our loyal customers returned after they had their fill of Aphrodite’s Kiss. We were grateful. How could we not be? We treated those customers as if they were kings among men, flashing them smiles, showering them with attention, and flirting at a safe distance.
I wasn’t sure what time it was when Anika came up behind me, leaned forward, and spoke into my ear, but the night was coming to an end. “Sasha wants you in his office. I’ll take over for you.”