Nora's Tale: 6 - Levi's Silver Tongue free porn video

I found it positively maddening to ignore the sexual frustration building in me over the week. With Lauren taunting me about Levi, and Levi whispering delicious nothings about Lauren, it was a miracle that I got anything done.

“I thought you didn’t want to distract me from my schoolwork?” I turned to Levi, lounging in the chair next to mine on my roof deck.

“Distract you, Norrra?” he said, rolling the “r” in that familiar and still sexy way he always did. “I’m just trying to get you excited for tomorrow night.”

Due to a series of odd occurrences, I had agreed to go out with Levi on Friday night – specifically to the bar. At twenty-one, getting in wouldn’t be a problem for Levi, but as I was four years younger, my own admission was a different story. Despite Levi telling me not to worry about that detail, it was one I kept coming back to nervously.

Levi reached his hand over almost lazily and caressed my bare, tanning ass. “Am I really distracting you, darling?”

“Yes,” I hissed involuntarily under his touch, wet arousal forming between my thighs.

“I’m very sorry,” Levi said in his nonchalant manner, but made no effort to remove his hand. “Maybe I’m just a little sore that Lauren managed to get her fingers into your sweet little pussy before me.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the arousal that surfaced from his words. Levi’s fingers were still playing across the flesh of my cheeks. I glanced sideways at him, and noticed the textbook on his lap was sitting at an odd angle.

“You don’t look so sore to me,” I said, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

“Oh I am,” Levi assured me with an easy smile. “I’m aching to be inside you.”

I groaned and buried my face in my own textbook sitting at the head of my tanning chair.

I heard Levi chuckle. “At least I know I can give you a cock before she does.”

The fact that I wanted it right now was irrelevant. I had a molecular biology test tomorrow, and I couldn’t let Levi lure me away from my studies. And considering the fact that I had never even held a penis before, let alone taken one inside me, the process would probably take a lot longer than my schedule could handle.

“You are so annoying,” I muttered, shooting Levi an evil eye.

“Annoying?” he looked vaguely surprised by this. “And here I thought I was being charming.”

Oh, damn it, he was. Levi could charm the pants off someone if he wished to, but since I wasn’t wearing any – in fact, wasn’t wearing anything at all – I felt even more susceptible.

His fingers trailed down between my legs and I let out an involuntary moan as they brushed the warm, swollen lips of my pussy.

“Maybe even… seductive?” Levi whispered. He slipped a finger between my lips, coating it in the copious juices I was producing. “Ahh, looks like I was right.”

“Damn it, Levi,” I growled. “Just get it over with.”

His finger dipped deep into my heat, and I let out a sigh of satisfaction as it relieved some of my own ache. He whirled it around, making me squirm, before removing it entirely. I gasped in protest and looked up at him with disapproval.

Levi smiled sweetly back at me as he sucked on his finger, his green eyes flashing with mischief. “I don’t want to distract you, Norrra,” he said. “After all, you’re not wearing your kneesocks.”

I grunted in frustration and lay my head down on my book again. Levi and I had come up with a system to indicate when I was ready and willing to play with him. If my kneesocks were on, so was the game; otherwise, we were just two friends and neighbors keeping each other company while we studied.

I struggled with the idea of going down into my bedroom loft to put my socks on so we could finish what Levi had started. Finally, my logic managed to triumph over my lust, and I resigned myself not to move from my prone position on the tanning chair.

“Well now that you’ve had your finger inside me,” I said, looking back up at Levi, “you have nothing to complain about. And as for my kneesocks…” I smiled coyly. “I’ll be wearing them tomorrow night.”

And I did. When Friday night came around, I made sure black knee-highs were a part of my ensemble, paired with black heels and an Aztec-print mini-dress. My long, black hair, which I usually wore loose to tickle the small of my back, was swept up into a sleek ponytail.

The tightness of the dress accentuated my large, round ass and tiny waist, and the way my hair was pulled back from my face made my cheekbones appear more prominent. I was even wearing makeup – something I rarely ever did. With a black smoky eye and burgundy lips, I had to admit, I looked rather sultry.

Although I was five-foot-nothing with a baby face, I actually looked older than I was for once in my life.

“Damn, hon, you look smoking hot,” Mom said as I came down the stairs. “Where are you off to?”

I had already thought of an answer in advance, just as I had the first time I had had [AP1] plans with Levi.

“I’m meeting up with some friends and going to a party,” I told her. I knew Mom wouldn’t have a problem with this. As long as I acted responsibly, I was pretty much allowed to do whatever I wanted. But something told me I shouldn’t divulge my plan to get into an actual bar.

“Alright, Nora, have fun.” Mom kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll let Daddy know. It’s best he doesn’t see you like this, or he might not let you out.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

When I showed up at Levi’s house, I felt even more nervous than the first time I had stood there.

Levi barely spared a moment as he answered the door, pulling me in swiftly by the waist and kicking it closed.

“Good God, Norrra,” he purred, sweeping his eyes over as much of my body as he could see while holding me so tightly. “You look ravishing.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, a little hypnotized by the movement of his green eyes.

“You smell divine,” Levi added. I was wearing the perfume Lauren had made me: Nora’s Garden – containing notes of lavender, vanilla, orange, and pineapple. He had complimented me on it once before, but now it seemed to be working even stronger. Levi traced the outside of my lips, careful not to smudge my lipstick. “I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

“Well if we stay in tonight,” I said in what I thought was my sexiest, most convincing voice, “you won’t have to worry about smudges.” Truthfully, I was anxious about the plan for the night, and found the comfort of Levi’s home – not to mention his arms – much more inviting.

Levi smiled, apparently seeing through my façade. “I think you would look sexy if you were wearing a paper bag,” he said, his voice sounding like velvet. “Do you really want to waste all your preparation on me alone?”

For some reason, it was hard for me to reply with an instant “yes”. Instead, I held my tongue, gazing at Levi as he won me over.

“It would be such a shame to be the only one to appreciate your effort. And then to unwrap you so soon? No, I think you’re a vision that must be shared.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, giving in to the spell he wove with his tongue.

Levi bent his head and kissed me behind my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

“You’re nervous, I know,” he said in a soothing tone. “But you’re going to have so much fun tonight, you won’t want to come home.”

I smiled with amusement, and brushed my fingers against his package. “Are you sure about that?” I asked. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.” I allowed my tiny hand to rest entirely on his bulge for the first time, palm and fingers feeling even smaller compared to the length and girth they cupped.

I knew that would get Levi going; I could see it in his eyes. He cast an intimate smile down at me. “Who says you have to wait to come home to get it?”

“Oh, damn,” I gasped.

His smile grew even wider. “Now are you excited to go out?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“As long as I don’t have to bet yours,” Levi said, patting me gently on my rear.

“So what’s your plan, mastermind?” I asked with a giggle. “Did you get me a fake ID?”

“Not enough time,” Levi replied. He finally let go of me to pull out his phone. “But I think this might be even better.”

“What?” I asked in confusion, but Levi only shook his head and called us a cab.

That alone was a good idea. Although we didn’t live far from the strip of bars on the boardwalk, I would have risked the possibility of being seen by neighbors who might recognize me and rat me out had we decided to walk. There was also a chance I would be recognized in the bar itself, but that was much less likely and, as Levi had said, not worth worrying over. No one would care once I was in.

When we arrived, Levi helped me out of the cab, and I clung to his arm, both for reassurance and stability as we walked the short distance on the precarious cobblestones. Coming face-to-face with the doorman, I was surprised to note my nervous shaking seized immediately, as if my body was wary of giving away its secret, young age.

“Hi,” Levi said, flashing the man a friendly smile. “We’re with Ray.”

The doorman smiled back unexpectedly. “A Yank, huh?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, I am,” Levi confirmed. “You have a very perceptive ear, my friend.”

The man seemed flattered by this, shrugging the complement off modestly. “How do you know Ray?”

“Oh, we met a few days ago. He invited us to come see him play.” Levi’s arm around my waist tightened in indication, and he glanced briefly at me.

The doorman’s eyes slid over me quickly, and I had the sense to smile back in acknowledgment. To my relief, there was no suspicion evident in that look.

“Alright, go on in,” he said. As we stepped through the door, the man called out, “These two are with Ray.”

The girl at the table directly in front of us stamped our hands and waved us through.

I walked slowly by Levi’s side until we were a safe distance away, then I let out a breath.

“Holy shit!” I whispered. Levi laughed softly. “And no cover?”

“Nope,” Levi said, grinning. “The guest-list has its perks.” He sat me down in a booth across from the band, then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to get us a drink. How about a little merlot to match those lips of yours?”

I wasn’t much a fan of wine, and I told Levi so.

“We’re going to have to work on that,” he said with a wink, echoing the same statement he had once made regarding my inability to have back-to-back orgasms. He had won that first battle, and I wondered if he would win this one to. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll bring you a rosé, and if you don’t like it, I’ll get you something else.”

I nodded, and Levi patted my hand before he was off towards the bar.

In his absence, I found some time to take in my surroundings. The bar wasn’t very large in my inexpert opinion, but it was filled with an energy of excitement and easy-going fun. This was in part due to the band, which was filling the space with catchy, indie-reggae music, and only accentuated by the dancing crowd – numerous, but not too cramped. I realized that I had been tapping my foot for a while, and itching to get out there myself. I had no doubt that Levi would be willing to dance with me.

After scanning the wooden walls and rafters, and the tables fringed with the sort of wooden beads that hung in a hippie’s doorway, my attention was drawn back to the band. One of them must have been Ray, and I wondered who it could be.

“Ray is the guitarist,” Levi said, as if reading my mind. He had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and was now sliding in next to me, and placing a glass of clear pink wine before me. “He wants to meet you.”

“Me?” I said in surprise.

My attention, which had switched over to Levi at his arrival, fell back on the stage. I watched the easy movements of the guitarist – a black man with shortly-cropped hair and bare, muscular arms. Ray had the simple, carefree swagger that I had also noticed in Levi. It was something I had wanted to adopt in my own life, something I wanted a piece of.

“Yes, you,” Levi said, light humor coloring his voice. “I told him a bit about you when we met, and he asked me to bring you along sometime.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” I said. “But I don’t think you’re usually supposed to introduce a girl to another man on your first date.”

Levi laughed softly. “Is there anything about us that’s usual?” he asked. He took a sip from his glass and I realized that I had been sipping from mine too, and enjoying it.

“I guess not,” I said.

“Do you want to meet him?”

I watched Ray play for a moment in silence, his fingers dancing lazily over his fret board. Both Mom and Daddy played guitar, and I knew what those fingers were like – strong and coarse, with a fine sensitivity to applying pressure. The thought of them touching me made my cheeks burn.

“I do,” I said finally.

“Well that’s all that matters,” Levi said.

Could it really be as simple as that? I wanted something, therefore I could have it? Could that be why I liked Levi so much? We had no claim over each other, and yet shared a sense of intimacy I had never known. He wanted me to enjoy myself, whatever that entailed. Not once had he shown a lick of jealousy. Friendly competition, maybe, but never that bitter emotion I hated so much. The one that had caused me to drop any of my previous relationships with boys infected by it.

How did I luck out and find someone who also thought my way? Someone who was willing to take me under his wing and show me a whole world of excitement without tying me down? And how many others had the same mindset?

After another drink, Levi and I hit the dance floor. I was enjoying myself so much, and I wanted him to share in my excitement. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my body pressed to his as we moved to the easy beat. If Levi’s grin was any indication, he was having as good a time as I was.

As his hands began to sweep over my body, the energy of light fun was immediately intensified by a spark of passion. I pulled myself even closer, reveling in the feeling of his large hands finally settling on my ass. I brushed my hips up against the bulge forming in Levi’s pants, and smiled up at him, hoping he could see my need.

Levi bent his head and whispered in my ear, “Not yet, darling.” He pulled back just enough to look at my pouting face and he laughed. “The night is still young.”

For the remainder of the band’s set, I balanced on the edge of excitement, arousal, and frustration. I tried to regain that easy-going rhythm I had had, arms draped carelessly over Levi’s shoulders, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t escape the crackle of wanton energy between us. I embraced it instead, hoping that if I amplified it, Levi wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, and he would jump my bones already.

I had almost succeeded by the time the band announced their break. The music stopped for a moment, the drones of incomplete silence filling the air as the dancers dispersed. Levi and I were still locked together in a tight embrace, staring each other in the eye, daring one another to go further. I vaguely registered the quieter music the bar began to pump through their speakers, but I was fully aware of Levi’s lips parting ever so slowly, his eyes flicking down to my own lips.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Had I not been so intrigued by the low, buttery timbre of that voice, I would have just ignored it or, at the very least, been annoyed by the intrusion. But since Levi had concocted a few mysteries tonight, I couldn’t help but latch on to the first thing that might have provided some insight.

With only slight hesitation, and unsure of whose was greater, we turned towards the voice.

I wasn’t surprised to see Ray, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t excited to see him. He was just a little shorter than Levi – who was in fact very tall – but had a slightly larger build compared to my neighbor’s lean muscles. Standing beside the two of them made me feel tiny.

“You must be Nora,” he said, flashing a dazzling set of white teeth at me.

I quirked a smile. “How do you know I’m not some other chick Levi’s brought along?” I giggled, glancing teasingly at Levi. As always, he seemed content to watch, though his silence was a little unusual.

Ray seemed a little taken aback by my question, but amused nonetheless. “Because if anyone could live up to the flattering description Levi gave me, it’s you,” he said.

“I hope you didn’t tell him too much,” I said, looking back at Levi and feeling my cheeks flush.

He laughed softly. “I thought I would leave the particulars to you,” he murmured. Levi moved the hand that was resting on my hip down to my ass and gave it a brief tap. “Now, shall I leave you in the capable and very talented hands of Ray?”

I smiled back at him. “That would be fine.”

With a final nod at us, Levi retreated to a table in the corner where I knew he would be watching our exchange like a hawk.

Ray and I sat down at the bar. He ordered himself a beer and another glass of wine for me. I wondered if Levi had told him how old I was, but I didn’t think now was a great time to bring it up. I couldn’t quite tell how old he was, but I got the feeling he may have been just a little older than Levi.

“I hope you’ll excuse my interruption,” Ray said, smiling apologetically. “I saw you with Levi and thought ‘that must be her,’ so I thought I’d come over to say hi once my set ended. I was watching you two for a while, waiting for something to happen but…” He shrugged.

I smiled at the irony. “You don’t like watching, do you?”

Ray laughed. “Not at all. I’d rather be participating.” He took a sip from his beer then continued, “I’m a little impulsive too. I was thinking ‘if he doesn’t kiss her, I will!’”

I laughed shyly, imagining his warm, full lips on mine. “Levi would have loved that,” I breathed, smiling wryly. For the hundredth time, I wondered what the hell Levi was doing to me to make me think and feel all these knew things. Not only for him, but for other people as well.

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” Ray admitted. “Just about how much I would love it. That long-ass pony tail of yours is just begging to be pulled in a hot make out session, and if he wasn’t going to… ” He shrugged again, as if just catching himself from getting carried away.

I had to admit, the idea did seem hot to me. I twirled my hair around my finger, imagining Ray’s hand wrapping itself in it, pulling with varying levels of tension, and wondering if Levi would ever do such a thing. Knowing all I had to do to experience that was to lean forward and kiss Ray made my stomach flutter excitedly.

“So what exactly did he tell you about me?” I asked curiously, trying not to show how aroused I was by what he had said.

Ray laughed and shook his head. “I couldn’t even begin to do him justice. Just know that it was enough to make me want to meet his girlfriend.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling startled. “I’m not his girlfriend.” I glanced briefly at the dark corner where Levi was sitting. “We’re friends.”

It seemed as though my words had allowed an indulgent smile to slip to his lips. “Forgive my assumption,” Ray said. He ran his eyes down my body as if he needed a second appraisal after this new bit of information. “He spoke so highly of you, I figured you must have been together.”

I blushed, both from his look and his words. “I hope he didn’t oversell me,” I joked a little nervously.

“I was afraid he might have,” Ray confessed in a confidential whisper, leaning towards me a little. “But I think he nailed it.”

“He is rather gifted with words,” I said, smiling bashfully.

“Gifted or not,” Ray said, “you’re a pretty little thing either way.”

I giggled and brushed my fingers across the back of his hand holding his bottle. “Why, thank you,” I said.

“Now,” Ray said, smiling brightly and leaning in even closer. I found myself mirroring his movements, and leaning forward with him. “How much did he say about me?”

I laughed again, this time putting my whole hand on his forearm. “Nothing!” I said.

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

I nodded, still giggling. “I didn’t even know about you until we came through the door. I should thank you though.” I leaned in even closer and whispered, “I probably wouldn’t have gotten in if it weren’t for you.”

Ray looked surprised but intrigued by my confession. “And why is that?” he asked.

“My age,” I said quietly. I sat back a little and peered at him over the rim of my glass as I took a sip. He seemed even more amused, and ready to crack the case.

“Nineteen?” he whispered. I shook my head. “Twenty?” I shook my head again. He leaned forward, placing a warm, calloused hand on my knee. “Eighteen?” he mouthed, glancing around him.

“This coming Thursday,” I said with a grin.

“You bad little girl,” Ray said. He seemed absolutely delighted by my naughtiness. I giggled in reply. “Maybe I shouldn’t enable you,” he continued, giving me a sly look, “but I’d like to keep you on my list. You should come by for your birthday with a friend. We’re here every weekend.”

“That’s so sweet,” I said. “How could I repay you?”

I didn’t mean for it to sound sexual but, hell, everything sounded that way to me nowadays. I was very aware of his hand on my leg, and was wondering what exactly his plans were for it.

Ray smiled and held up a finger, as if he had an answer. He reached for a stack of napkins with one hand and dove into a pocket with his other, coming up with a pen. He quickly scrawled a number down and pushed the napkin towards me.

“You shouldn’t feel obliged,” Ray assured me, tilting his head slightly. “But I would love for you to go out with me sometime.”

I inspected the napkin, then folded it up. I held eye-contact with Ray while I slipped it into my bra. “I’ll think about it,” I teased, and gave him a wink.

“Are you sure Levi won’t think I’m stealing his girl?” Ray asked quietly in that smooth voice of his. “He seems really into you.”

I giggled at the absurdity of the idea. I leaned in closer than ever, Ray meeting me half-way, and whispered, “If Levi had it his way, he would watch me hook up with every man and woman in here.”

Ray’s eyes flew wide and he laughed uncertainly. “But that’s not your way?”

I gave a soft chuckle and shook my head. I could practically hear Ray’s unspoken thought in his sigh of relief: Good, because I don’t want to be watched.

His imagined response reminded me that we were indeed being watched right now. I knew Levi would press me for all the details later.

“I should warn you,” I said, after glancing in Levi’s direction again. “He has a way of extracting information from me.”

“Of course he does,” Ray laughed. “He could get anything he wanted with that silver tongue.” He checked the time on his cell and shook his head. “I don’t like to leave you like this, but we’re starting our second set soon.”

I waved him off, already infected by his and Levi’s good vibrations. “No worries.”

“Would you like me to walk you to Levi’s table?” Ray asked me.

I was flattered by this chivalrous offer, but declined. “He’ll come get me when he sees you leave.”

Ray nodded in acknowledgment, stood, and took my hand. I could feel his calloused fingertips on my skin, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Nora,” he said, grazing his lips against my knuckles. “I hope to see you again soon.”

I managed to mutter my own coquettish goodbye, but called him back before he got too far.

“Hey, Ray?” He turned back to look at me with an inquiring eyebrow. “What stopped you from kissing me earlier?”

Ray gave me a cheeky smile. “Your lipstick.”

I laughed, and with a wave, Ray was off to the stage once more. He smiled brilliantly at me from across the room as he hooked up his guitar, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

It wasn’t long before Levi came to get me. He put a hand on my back to announce his presence, and I immediately turned on my stool to face him.

“What the hell did you tell him?” I asked, still smiling.

Levi shrugged. “The truth.”

“The truth!” I laughed. “You could sell sand to the beach!”

“You, darling, are not sand,” Levi said, quirking an eyebrow. “Even if your job gets it lodged in odd places sometimes.”

I laughed again, feeling rather giddy. But underneath this bubbliness was that deep, rumbling desire that had been brewing in me all week. After my dance with Levi and my back-and-forth with Ray, it was at an all-time high.

Levi stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Sitting on the stool gave me an extra couple inches in height, and I enjoyed being only a head shorter than him.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked, looking down at me.

“No,” I said, my passion igniting suddenly. “I want you to get your hands on me and spoil me like you promised.” He had made me that promise last weekend, and I had been waiting all week for the chance to have him fulfill it.

“Oh?” He smiled mischievously at me, his hands running down my thighs. “And don’t I already have my hands on you?”

“You know what I mean,” I said in a heated whisper.

“I’m not sure I do,” Levi teased, his fingers trailing inwards. “Where do you want me?”

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. “I want you inside me,” I hissed.

Levi groaned. “Of course, darling.”

With very little hesitation now, Levi slid his fingers up to my hot, dripping pussy. He pushed my panties aside with one hand, and sunk two digits of the other inside my heat. I leaned my head against his chest and moaned quietly, feeling that eternal ache give way by the pressure against my walls.

“Do you want me to keep going, Norrra?” Levi purred.

“Is anyone watching?” I asked, afraid to look up.

“No. They’re all watching Ray.”

At the mention of his name, my pussy contracted around Levi’s fingers. He chuckled, and wiggled them up and down.

“I see you’re glad you met him. Would you like me to continue, darling?”

“Yes,” I breathed. I looked up at Levi, resting my chin against him. “But don’t get us caught. I’d like to come back here.”

In response, Levi wrapped his free arm around me in an amorous hug, shielding me from potential prying eyes. Then, very slowly, he began to pump his fingers inside me.

“Oooh,” I cooed, holding him tighter.

“Shh, Norrra,” Levi said, smirking down at me. “I know you’re a moaner, but you’ve got to hold back, darling.”

I nodded my head, and pressed my lips tightly together.

Levi kept up his easy rhythm, staying clear of my clit, but stroking my frontal wall with each outwards stroke. My arousal was building so agonizingly slow, but I was just thankful that it was being tended to at all, and in public too! Each brush of Levi’s fingers pushed me a little bit further, making the walls of my pussy ultra-sensitive to his gentle touch. I was hyperaware of every movement inside me, and as I approached my peak, I was grateful that Levi was being consistent. If he were to stop – or to change anything – I would have surely lost my mind.

But he didn’t. Levi coaxed my orgasm out of me, and it washed over my body like a warm, easy tide, flushing my skin. I hummed in content, squeezing my thighs around Levi’s hand as he continued, pushing the limit of my pleasure.

For the first time ever, when I came down, I was immediately ready for more.

I thought Levi could see it in my eyes as I looked up at him. He smiled at me, slowly removing his hand from between my legs and wiping my juices on my inner thighs.

“More?” he asked.

I grinned lustily. “Yes please.”

Levi straightened my dress, then helped me down from the barstool and brought me back to our booth in the corner. I wasn’t surprised to see that it was empty, since most of the patrons were on the dance floor.

I slid into the booth, rattling the wooden beads that hung from the edge with my legs. Levi followed, placing a warm hand on my thigh. My arousal spiked again in anticipation.

“Do I get to touch you now?” I asked eagerly.

Levi laughed softly. “Tonight, I promise,” he said. “But not yet.”

With a squeeze to my thigh, he began to slide under the table, and I laughed in surprise.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

He didn’t answer until he was all the way under, completely veiled from me by those ridiculous hanging beads.

“Give me your panties,” he said.

“What?” I gasped.

“Give me your panties,” he growled, “or I’ll rip them off.”

My stomach twisted with excitement. Part of me wanted him to tear them from my body, but my practical side obeyed him in order to preserve a perfectly good set of panties.

I reached up under my dress and shimmied them down my legs, past my knees, then let them drop to my feet under the table. I could feel Levi carefully removing them from my high heels.

I felt so exposed going commando in public, but it was extremely exhilarating. I already felt very bad knowing Levi was unseen between my legs, able to look directly at my juicy cunt, but I was about to feel a lot naughtier.

Levi pulled my legs roughly apart by the scruff of my kneesocks, and I gasped from the sudden movement. His hands moved with purpose up my legs, from ankle, to knee, pushing even more firmly against my thighs. Then I felt his tongue on the inside of my knee, and I held back a whimper.

It danced lazy circles on my skin, pausing every now and then for his lips to join in, kissing and sucking. Up my thigh he went, making me squirm, but he held me firmly against his mouth with my legs wide apart. As soon as his tongue dipped into the hollow of my groin, he moved to my other knee.

I sighed in pleasure as his wet mouth skittered across my skin, making my nerves erupt like fireworks. The gentle touch of his tongue coupled with the biting hold of his fingers on my thighs made my head spin with sensation.

When he reached my twin hollow, Levi brushed his lips over my bare pussy briefly, causing me to spasm. But his mouth moved on, back down my leg, and I growled in indignation.

I could faintly hear Levi chuckle before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of my lower thigh. I gripped the table tightly, trying my damnedest not to push him away. It was pure ecstasy and torture all at once. His teeth began to graze my flesh, nipping here and there, sometimes lightly, other times almost painfully. When he reached my pussy, he took my labia between his teeth and nibbled on it delicately before starting the whole routine over again on my other leg.

This time, when he had my other swollen lip between his teeth, I was overcome with the urge o pulled his head straight towards my hot, needy sex. But as long as his teeth held my sensitive flesh, I was at his mercy.

And then I felt it. Levi’s flattened tongue leisurely slid its way from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my engorged nub. I nearly howled in pleasure, and had to stuff my fingers in my mouth in order to stay quiet. Another slow, long lick, and I shoved my hands under the table and pulled his head towards me.

I could feel, rather than hear Levi laugh against my pussy, and the vibrations sent a shiver of raw pleasure through me. They were quickly followed up by a tenacious, pointed tongue on my clit, punching at it as if it deserved to be punished. Then it slipped deep inside me, thrashing with calculated purpose. This wasn’t the slow adventure of discovery that Levi’s tongue had taken that first time in his attic; this was an intense mission.

I was translating all the sounds I would normally make into movement under the table. I bucked my hips against Levi, suffocating him in my juices as I gripped his head tightly. My legs were shaking, but Levi restrained them, not letting anything get in his way of making me come – and hard.

His lips moved back up to my clit, and when he sucked it into his mouth, I felt that pre-orgasmic ache and I knew I was almost there. I pulled on Levi’s hair, letting him know the best I could that he was nailing it. Then his tongue began its tyrant against my clit once more, the suction allowing more surface area to be exposed and beaten, drawing even more and more blood into my engorged and throbbing nub.

I was soaring higher, higher, higher, and oh so ready to hit my peak. I was just getting ready to submit to it when a man walked up to my table.

“Hi there,” he said.

Pleasure erupted unexpectedly like a bomb inside of me as I made eye-contact with this stranger. My heart was bursting, my pussy pulsating, and still, Levi continued his assault, drawing my climax out longer than I even thought possible.

“Are you okay?” the man asked me.

I bit my lip and nodded, grinding my hips into Levi’s face, pulling his hair as if it was just a handle to a toy. My orgasm went on a little more softly, but I was still unable to open my mouth without letting out a cry of euphoria.

My body began to simmer down, my clit too sensitive, and I pushed Levi away. I cradled his head affectionately between my hands, and let out a gentle sigh. That’s when I realized the man was talking again.

“Pardon?” I said in a shaky voice. My ears were ringing, and I wondered if I’d even be able to hear him.

“I said you look stressed. Can I buy you a drink?”

I nearly laughed in his face. Instead, I let a tranquil, indulgent smile creep onto my lips.

“That’s sweet, but no thank you. I’m just waiting for a friend to come back, then we’re leaving.”

“Alright…” The man gave me a wary look before continuing on, eyeing the other potential single women in the bar.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Levi whispered from under the table.

I quickly shushed him, watching the man in case he decided to look back. I stroked Levi’s hair, brushing it back from his face until the man was out of range.

“He’s gone,” I whispered.

Levi slowly climbed out from under the table and sat beside me. His face was flushed, his hair a wild mess, and he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Or in this case, the cunt.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked smugly.

I tried to look reproachful, but I couldn’t help but reach up and smooth his hair back with a grateful smile.

“That was amazing,” I breathed. “And screw you for making me stay quiet by doing it here.”

Levi chuckled. “There will be more, darling,” he assured me. “When we’re at my place you can scream all you want.”

I smiled and pushed up with the intention of kissing him. I stopped short, however, remembering my lipstick. Instead, I produced my tongue, coaxed Levi’s mouth open, then carefully licked the inside of his lips, desperate to taste myself on him. He was smiling, knowing exactly what it was I wanted, and met my tongue with his to share my musky sweet flavor.

When I pulled away, Levi moaned as if in hunger. “You taste so good, Norrra, I could eat you all night.”

I giggled. “So I guess you enjoyed yourself too, huh?”

“Of course,” Levi said, grinning madly once more. “I wouldn’t have made it my specialty if I wasn’t so fond of it.”

“Maybe you could teach me some tricks with my tongue,” I suggested, sliding my hand over his stiff cock. “With your help, it could be my specialty too.”

“Not tonight,” Levi said, but his hand came over mine, pressing it harder against his crotch. Still smiling, he leaned towards me and whispered, “Tonight, you explore your first cock with your hands.”