Chapter 55

***Kenya.***

Levi hesitated, his expression meditative. I wondered why I needed to know. Not like I cared.

*But you do.*

I heard inside my heart. I dispelled the voice.

"Remember when I said we didn't have servants for over a decade." His tone was playful, a laugh accentuating his words. But I could feel the tension of his shoulders, beneath my fingers.

"So I used to help mum run to Mr Chen's drug store, when we first got into Hell's kitchen. Once her period starts, I run there and Mr Chen wraps all she needs for me. No charges. We barely had much to eat, in those first few months. Everyone was nice to us. Inviting us for dinners and stuff." Levi smiled, staring at me. His eyes softened.

I weakened in my heart "I am sorry that you had to go through that." I muttered, my hands coming to cup his face.

Levi locked gazes with me. Something passing between us. But it was fleeting, yet, I think we both felt it. Choosing to dispel the unnerving feeling, which I couldn't decipher, I focused on him as he picked his glass of dessert.

"Remember that night we first had dinner and I wanted to eat you for dessert?" He paused, watching the effect of his words play on my face.

My smile was timid, as my fingers picked off invincible specks on his shoulders.

"This is what I wanted to do that night."

I watched as Levi kissed me, slowly, deeply. His lips played with mine. His tongue teased mine. I reciprocated, pulling him closer, wounding my legs around him. Levi pressed himself into me, his hand gripping me tight.

***Levi***.

My breath hitched sharply, as my arousal pressed into her opened thighs. A moan escaped her as she felt the painful pressure of my arousal, nudging her. She squirmed under the pressure. Her center already slick.

Lying her gently, until she was flat on the table, I slowly bunched up her dress. She complied as I raised her legs to the table's surface, pulling up the hem of her dress so slow. My fingers deliberately trailing along the parts of her skin, left bare by my actions. A kiss or two was equally dropped, to replace the feel of my fingers.

Reaching her center, I inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of her, pantless. I heard her chuckle. Her center already slick, welcoming. And I could smell her arousal coming out strong, teasing.

A pleasant mix of tangy and fruity scents, sailed up my nostrils. My gaze, appreciative. I had earlier suspected her pantless, with the shadow that had settled there, earlier. I was thrilled at my confirmed suspicions.

"I am going to do wicked things to you tonight, Kenya. Especially as you have been a good girlCooking. Making us dessert." Soft kisses punctuated inside her thighs, as I saved her sweet, slickness for last. I smiled wickedly, seeing her eagerness.

"And am going to enjoy every moment of doing all that to you." I added, as I spooned some cold chocolate at the entrance of her center. Kenya jerked at the unexpected coldness. She stilled, making to shift. But my gentle fingers stayed her, reassuring her. At the same time, I lowered my lips to her and placed a small kiss onto her center. Kenya inhaled a sharp breath.

"Levi" Kenya moaned, shakily.

Since that night after the party she had avoided my presence, preferring to stay away from me. My thoughts running wild for her, whenever I sensed her near. But this night wasn't going to be all for her. A penance. A plea.

"Levi" Kenya cried, as the first lick from my skillful tongue, accompanied my kiss. I lapped her pearl, loudly. Licking my way through, until she juiced into my mouth. I licked the entire delectable dessert; all smudgy, soft, sticky and dripping, in her pussy. Her entire being, prone to my whispers. Her body, reacting to my familiar licks and kisses. My tongue on her pearl, sucking her.

Rocking her hips, Kenya allowed my tongue to thrust into her, sucking and stroking her. Circles, strokes, teasing, until she was limp. Her entire body rigid, before she broke into a complete fever.

"Levi!" Kenya cried out, as her body shattered beneath my ministrations. Her hold, crashed.

As soon as I heard her cry of release, I lifted myself to my full height, my extended cock, hard and rigid. Taking down my zipper, I allowed my cock free, the pain from my own arousal, tearing through me. Days of going without Kenya, evident in the way my hands trembled, as my fingers stroked my cock. The precum, already dripping from my fingers.

"See what you do to me, BabyAm dripping for you." My sultry voice echoed through the haze of need that stretched through us.

Positioning myself at the entrance of her wet center, I eased myself home. Her body, tight, slick, dripping with her sweet, savory cum, stretching for me. Kenya let a soft cry, as my cock stretched her whole. I was gentle. Not pushing, not aggressive. My deliberate, slow invasion, allowing her body take me whole, Until I was buried to the hilt in her. I stood over her, my hands gripping her thighs, as I was embedded in her, her pussy, pulsing. Her body, trembling. The scent of her desire filling my nostrils. The taste of her and the chocolate, sating me, soaking my senses.

Barely able to contain myself, wanting to see her body glow under the soft light, I ripped her dress. She gasped at the painful tug, her body bare before me. A delectable chocolate hue, just like the one she had served me. Her breasts, full, glorious before me, I reached for one nipple and bit into it. Stroking the other nipple, pinching it and having Kenya writhing in minutes. Her naked body squirmed for me. Her puckered nipples, calling my name. Her hips, rocking.