Page 147 of Lost & Found

“No…I’m…nervous. What if you don’t like the way I taste?” I covered my face with my hands.

“I’ve already tasted you though, don’t you remember?”

“But surely that didn’t count. It was only a little.”

“It counted. Trust me. I’m going to tell you several important things. I hope you’ll take them to heart because every word is true. Number one, I love the way you feel,” he crooned, his accent showing up.

He wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me toward his mouth. I gasped and reached for his head, still very unsure of this. A huge part of me wanted to hold him back. It was so intimate staring down at him while he was so close to my pussy.

He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh and then sucked part of it into his mouth and applied pressure. I groaned, and his name slipped free from my lips.

“Good girl. Now for number two, I love to hear you. I don’t care if you’re speaking, yelling, crying or moaning. Your voice is my everything. Promise you’ll use it, always.”

I gulped as emotions erupted inside my chest. My heart beat furiously as he stared into my soul. He did not know what those words meant to me. He couldn’t. Not with the secrets of my childhood and the rules Sonny had reiterated over and over to me so long ago.

“I will,” I choked.

This man was giving me permission. Permission to be vocal, to be—me. Not a dolly with no emotions. I ran my fingers through his hair, loosening my grip and inviting him closer.

“Number three, and this one is important. I love to look at you. All of you,” he growled this one and then slapped my inner thigh, widening my legs. I flushed as his cheek flinched, and I tore my eyes from him.

I didn’t want to think about what I looked like down there, especially given it felt swollen and sore. It couldn’t have looked pretty or appetizing.

“Four and five are tightly woven together. I absolutely love the fucking way you smell. From the body wash, shampoo, down to the perfume you wear. I crave your scent. Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes shot open, freely, willingly. I’d do anything for this man. I lessened my grip on his head and ran my fingers through the wet strands of his hair.

“And even with a freshly-washed pussy, I can still smell your arousal.”

“You’re to blame for it, though. You do things to me, Lev. Make me feel things. Things I didn’t think I could or would ever want to. You…you’ve turned me into a dirty whore in a matter of days.”

His eyes flared and grew dark. His mouth moved, and once more he was teasing my thighs with his kisses. I relaxed foolishly and felt his teeth nip my skin right by my knee. I jerked back. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it got my attention.

“You’re not a whore,” he barked as I stared down into his golden-brown eyes.

“Sorry,” I murmured, then added, “Please continue.” I waved my hand.

He smirked and shook his head before placing a soft kiss on the area he had bitten, soothing it. “You make me hungry. I’m so damn drawn to you it’s not funny. I’ve never wanted to taste a woman as much as I want to taste you.”

He lifted my right leg and draped it over his shoulder and, once more, his cheek clenched as he stared at my center. His hands on my ass pulled me closer to his mouth.

“Lev?”

“Yes, Bella,” he breathed.

“Can I be your dirty little princess, then? I kind of like it,” I confessed.

“Silly girl, you already are. Have been since you kissed me that first night at Cameron’s. Now, if you don’t mind, you’ve kept me from what I want long enough. I need you.”

I sighed and leaned back against the shower wall. He let out a loud groan before kissing the top of my pussy. My breathing was so erratic. I closed my eyes and then felt the heat of his tongue on me. His name came out in a long, drawn out breath.

He took my swollen clit into his mouth and sucked. Alternating between light flicks of his tongue and gentle sucking kisses, he licked my pussy. My knees trembled, and I writhed around in sweet agony as he continued to explore every part of me. He pulled back but didn’t look up. I panted.

“Sweeter than I dreamed possible.”

I groaned as he used his thumbs to open me, blowing a stream of cool air over my swollen lips. “It’s like an inferno in there, and I love it. It drives me crazy, the taste of you on my tongue.”

Plunging back in, he growled, and I braced myself. He went rogue and soon his tongue was exploring all around my pussy and even my ass. I gasped at the sensation, unsure but trusting. My back arched as pleasure coursed through my entire body.