Page 38 of Ceremony of Lust

He pulls back slightly, his eyes firmly on my core as he slips a finger under the edge of my panties. He peels back the center, revealing me almost entirely, and then dives back in for more. One swipe of his tongue scorches me, two ignites me, and three makes me explode. He continues to hungrily feast on me, even as my body squirms and shakes. He keeps me steady. In his very capable hands, I’m safe to let myself fall over the edge and into the darkness of ecstasy.

He backs away, grips the sides of my underwear, and drags them down until they fall to the floor. He kisses his way up my inner thigh and back to the center of my body. He nips at the sensitive flesh and then licks away the sting. He continues to tease me this way until he adds a finger, slowly working it into me.

“Oh, God.” I gasp, arching my back high.

“Are you okay?” he stops and asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out as I relax against the odd sensation of his finger inside me.

“This will help,” he assures me.

He slowly moves his finger in and out, taking the time to make sure I’m okay with the slightest movement.

If his tongue felt incredible, then the combination of his tongue and finger is other-worldly. My entire body feels as if it’s been lit on fire and Zev is the only person who can extinguish the flames consuming me.

I tense and release my grip on the duvet to grasp the top of his head. I pull at the thick strands as he relentlessly teases me, bringing me to the edge over and over, refusing to let me fall. His own groans vibrate through my body.

“Oh, God,” I whisper as I give in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “Zev, please. Please, please, please.”

He adds a second finger and thrusts it sharply inside me. I cry out as my eyes roll back, and I topple headlong into ecstasy.

He pulls back, and through my hazy vision, I see him hastily unbutton his shirt, which he tosses aside and then unbuckles his belt. He shoves his pants down his thighs, and I notice the massive bulge in his black boxer briefs.

Oh, hell. I am doomed.

“Yael,” he says coarsely, drawing my eyes up to meet his. “Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” I say, but even I don’t believe myself.

He pulls out his length and strokes it. How on earth…?

“I’ll go as slow as possible, but it’ll hurt at first. I’m sorry about that.”

I nod and screw my eyes shut, waiting. When nothing happens, I open them. Zev is still standing over me, watching me as he strokes himself.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Last chance, Yael.”

“Just do it.” My jaw tightens, and my eyes close.

The bed dips from his weight, and I can feel the heat of his body as he hovers over me.

“Open your eyes and keep them on me.”

My vision is full of him. Dark hair, dark eyes, a sprinkling of dark strands across his chest. Like his clothes and his cars, he is dark, but there’s light in him, too. I can see it in the tender way he looks at me as his hands skim the length of my body, softly caressing me. My body melts at his touch, and when I catch sight of him gripping his shaft to line it up with the center of my body, I realize he was relaxing me.

He notches himself against me but makes no move to penetrate the invisible barrier protecting my virginity. Instead, he leans over me and kisses me hard. He consumes me, stealing the breath from my lungs, but most importantly, distracting me. As he pushes himself inch by inch inside me, he swallows my whimpers and cries.

“Are you okay?” he asks as we break apart.

My breath comes out in short, shallow bursts as I focus on adjusting to this new sense of discomfort. Will it always feel this way?

He settles his weight on top of me but makes no attempt to move. His fingers trace patterns along my arms and tickle my sides.

“Okay,” I breathe out.

One of his large hands floats down my side and over the curve of my hip to my thigh. He holds my leg against him as he moves, pulling out slightly before thrusting back inside.