Page 61 of Ceremony of Lust

My hands reach up to cover the white cotton covering my breasts, but Zev pulls them away. He reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and tugs it down my arms. “This will be burned,” he says with a crooked, mischievous smile. He tosses the offensive garment aside and presses his palm to the front of the matching panties. “So will these.”

His hand slides toward my hip, where he grasps the edge and yanks until my underwear is nothing more than scraps in his hand.

“Turn around,” he commands, twirling his finger. “Hands on the wall. And remember, don’t be afraid to just let go.”

34

Zev

I came homewith good news, prepared to tell Yael we can finally close on our new house, but she turned the tables and surprised me. My news can wait because we have spent too many nights apart, sometimes physically and sometimes emotionally. I need to reclaim her and remind her that she's always mine even though I’ve been gone. What’s more, she seems to beg for that reminder the moment she sinks to her knees and sucks my cock dry. We both know—and to whom—we belong.

And this bullshit with the white cotton bra and panties? That shit will never happen again. Tomorrow, every single offensive garment will be tossed or burned, whether she likes it or not.

But right now, I’m focused on one task. Teaching Yael about pleasure, about giving in to every lustful urge and desire with confidence. I snake one hand around her waist and pull her back, so her ass sticks out slightly.

“You want to be like me, sweetheart?” I murmur as I dot her spine with soft kisses. “I know your body so well. I know what it needs, and I can anticipate your every desire.”

My hands glide down the gentle slope of her back, and I take in the sight of her completely naked, committing every line of her soft curves to memory. She’s blossomed into such a beautiful woman since we’ve been married, and I don’t often appreciate what I have. It’s a mistake I won’t make again.

I reach up, gather her long, dark hair in my fist, and tug. Her face lifts slightly, and I lean forward to brush my lips against the shell of her ear.

“If you’re uncomfortable or in pain, just tell me to stop, and I will,” I tell her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I release her hair and grasp her arms, tugging them back gently. With the scraps of her panties, I gently bind her wrists, making her helpless.

“You have to learn what I want and give it to me. Do you know what I want right now?” I kneel behind her, spreading her ass with my hands. “To suck the sweetness from your pussy.”

The first taste of her on my tongue makes me groan; the second taste makes me realize I’m ravenously hungry, but I deny myself the pleasure to continue her education. What has she learned about me? About my needs?

“Give me what I want,” I rasp out.

“I-I thought I did,” she stammers through her heavy breaths. “I thought…”

I laugh, the sound low and deep in my throat. “Think.”

Her lips purse, her eyes close, and her breaths start to even out as she contemplates my demand. Then her pink tongue darts out and licks her lips. “Untie me,” she whispers.

My fingers untie the makeshift binds, and she turns slowly in the space. Her eyes are on me, drinking me in, filling with lust and desire. Her mouth opens, and she bites down on her lower lip as her fingers start to trace lines along my chest. My head falls back, and my eyes close.Yes. This simple act, touching, is what I love. Maybe she knows me better than I thought. She circles me like a cat, her fingers dancing and teasing along my skin. She peppers it with soft kisses before eventually returning to her original spot in front of me, hands on the wall, back arched beautifully, and then she shoots me a look over her shoulder, her eyes dark and smoldering.

Only this woman can disarm me, making me feel both weak and powerful.

Slowly, she lowers herself, widening her stance, baring herself for me.Yes. This is exactly what I want, and she wants it too.

I need to be inside her. I take hold of my cock, pressing it into her velvety folds. I tease her slit with the head before notching it against her entrance.

“Let me in, let me in,” I growl, pushing slowly inside her. She grits her teeth and groans as I sink into her inch by inch. My hands grasp her waist, pulling her ass back against me. This new angle allows me to go deeper, and we moan together.

Sometimes, being connected to Yael like this is the only way I can tell her how I feel. She makes me insane with lust and need; I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. And when I’m away from her, it’s almost unbearable to endure the separation. I anticipate our reunions.

Her fingers wiggle and flex, reaching out, searching for something to grasp as I rock against her over and over, pushing her against the wall. She has to be uncomfortable, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.

“Zev,” she breathes out.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“To come.”