My legs are already shaking and he hasn't even touched me where I need him most. He spreads my thighs wider, positioning himself between them, and looks up at me with those beautiful hungry eyes.
"Hold onto me if you need to," he says. "And don't hold back those sounds. I want to hear exactly what I'm doing to you.
Then his mouth is on me, and I forget how to breathe. His tongue runs up my slit in one long, slow stroke, and my knees buckle. His hands grip my hips, steadying me, holding me in place as he does it again. And again. Each stroke thorough, like he's savoring every second, learning every inch of me.
"Oh my God," I gasp, my hands flying to his hair.
He makes a satisfied sound against me, the vibration sending shocks through my core, and then his tongue finds my clit and I actually cry out.
He works me like he works in the kitchen, with precision and passion and absolute confidence. This is a man who knows exactly what he's doing, who can read every gasp and tremor and adjust accordingly. His tongue swirls around my clit in tight circles, then flattens to give me broader strokes, alternating between the two until I can't tell which I need more.
"Levi, fuck—" My fingers tighten in his hair.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my wet flesh. "You taste incredible. Better than I imagined."
Before I can process that, that he's imagined this, that he's thought about how I'd taste, his mouth is back on me with renewed hunger. This time he sucks my clit between his lips, gentle at first and then harder, and my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take what you need."
One of his hands slides from my hip, and then I feel his fingers at my entrance, teasing, circling but not entering. I'm so wet I can feel it coating his fingers, can hear the loud sounds as he gathers my juices.
"Please," I whimper, and I don't even know what I'm begging for.
He knows. Of course he knows.
Two thick fingers slide inside me, and I moan so loud it echoes off the kitchen walls. He works them deeper, curling them just right, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
"You're so tight," he groans against me. "So perfect. I can feel you squeezing my fingers."
I'm not going to last. There's no way I can last when he's doing this to me, when every nerve ending in my body is on fire, when he's between my thighs like this is exactly where he wants to be.
His fingers move faster, harder, hitting my g-spot over and over while his tongue works my clit. He adds a third finger and the stretch is almost too much, almost painful, but then he does something with his tongue, a quick flick followed by a hard suck, and pleasure crashes over pain.
"Levi, I'm… I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he demands, his voice muffled against my pussy. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."
His fingers curl hard inside me, pressing that perfect spot, and his lips seal around my clit, sucking firmly.
My legs give out completely but Levi's there, one strong arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up while his mouth and fingers work me through every aftershock.
He doesn't stop. Even as I'm trembling and gasping and probably making incoherent sounds, he keeps going, drawing it out until I'm oversensitive and shaking and practically sobbing.
"Too much," I finally manage, tugging at his hair.
He gentles immediately, placing soft kisses on my inner thighs as his fingers slowly withdraw. When he finally sits back and looks up at me, his beard is wet with me, his lips swollen, his eyes absolutely wrecked.
"Fucking beautiful," he says roughly. "Watching you come apart like that… Christ, Maya."
I'm still trembling, still trying to remember how to form words. No one has ever made me come like that. No one has ever taken their time like that, paid attention like that, cared about my pleasure like that.
He stands slowly, his hands sliding up my body as he rises, and pulls me against him. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans,pressing against my stomach, and fresh heat pools low in my belly even though I just came harder than I ever have in my life.
"You okay?" he asks, his hands framing my face.
"I'm so much better than okay." I lean into his touch. "That was incredible."
"Good." He kisses me, soft and sweet, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be weird but it's not. It's hot as fuck. "But we're not done yet."