Chapter 84

***Levi.***

Shackling her to the bar, I loomed over her and positioned myself at her entrance.

I slipped on my pleasure tweezers and began to press Kenya's nipples again, pushing myself to the hilt inside her. Taking her from behind. God she was tight! I had never done this with her before and I must say, the pleasure shot through me, like tiny jolts of electricity.

I thrusted in and out, the angle of her hips spread for me, my undoing. I grunted as I continued to thrust inside her. My body fired up. My cock persistent. She cried, her legs threatening to buckle. But I didn't let her. I gripped her waist tight. Plunging into her. The ferocity in my, motivated by my need to consume her whole. To possess her, until nothing left in her but my breath. My entire essence.

Pressing and pulling myself into her, until her pussy clenched and expanded for me.

Her warm, wet sheath, opened for me. I pulled out, the sound of my cock slipping out, giving a pop. And I leaned my tongue into her, drinking her cum. She continued to leak, delectable nectar. Her clit being massaged by the little vibrator. Stimulating her to release more cum for me. Her pussy pliant. Receiving my tongue without any inhibition.

I wasn't sure she could take more. I felt her core quicken in my tongue, which briefly replaced the vibrator, as I sucked her.

"LeviPleasePlease" She cried. Her moans, sing songs to my ears.

My cock wanted more of her, so I returned to position. And in no time, she was rocking to the rhythm of my cock inside her again.

Faster and faster, I moved. Slow and in circles. Any pace I set and she rocked her hips to me. She was speaking French now. Her incoherent words, amusing to me. But I didn't stop. My ministrations continued.

And it seemed she innocuously tilted her hips at an angle that pushed me to her sugar spot. I increased the pressure of the vibrator, making it more intense.

Taking down her shackles, I flipped her to her back. Pushing my cock inside her, as she had her legs, raised on the table. I pressed the vibrator some more and she frantically shifted her head in ecstasy. Her body squirmed beneath as I sucked her nipples and simultaneously thrusted into her, in relentless strokes.

My own release neared. My pleasure reaching its peak, as I felt another wave of her climax.

"Kenya, look at me" I said her name like a plea. Like a desperate soul, nearing its end. Wishing for the redemption from eternal condemnation.

My eyes held hers and what I saw broke me. A gripping pressure, constricted my chest. Twisted me from inside. An implosion that I found destroying all the barricades I had secured around my being for years.

This wasn't Lola or Jewel. This wasn't any of the other women. This was the only woman that had ever made me feel this wanted. This desired. Genuine lust, passion coursed through me, whenever we had sex. The look in her eyes, as our bodies merged, was pure adoration. One I always yearned for.

I'd die for her. Give up my life for her.

And I stilled as realization set in. But my dark thoughts instantly replaced the feeling, as my cum flooded her. My basal needs filled me. Engulfed me, until I was nothing but a slave to the waves of the hunger that rocked the both of us.

Her delicious cum coated me. My guttural cry, buried in her lips as I drank her in a searing kiss. Trying to dispel the unease that had crawled into me, moments ago.

Kenya shook beneath me, as wave after wave of her own release rippled through her. Our breaths, heavy. Mingling as one. Her eyes still blindfolded. Yet, she trusted me completely. Even though she knew my true nature.

I mused, as I breathlessly, watched her. Amazes by her level of confidence in me. Me, a tormented soul.

A few seconds later, we were in bed.

I had carried her all the way upstairs. Her exhaustion had been deep, when I had finally set her free. Barely able to stand on her own legs.

We had even soaked in the enormous tub, before we climbed into bed. No sex accompanied the bath. Just me, innocently washing our bodies, so that she could have a peaceful sleep.

Lying in bed, her body nestled inside me, I watched her. She evenly breathed as she slept. Her soft breath fanning my bare chest.

My mind travelled back to when she had confessed her love for me. And I wondered what had rung in her head that night. Because an alien voice suddenly rang in mine. A voice I was struggling to banish. It was sinking it's vicious teeth into me. Pulling me into a worm hole that I was afraid to fall into. Because I was aware of one thing.

If I fell, I was never coming back up. I would sink forever. Drown in Kenya.

There was no world after her for me. No world before her. There was just Kenya. There was always just Kenya.

She was that little dancer I had envisioned twenty years ago at the museum. The little dancer I had wished upon.

Twenty years ago at the museum, I had dreamed her. And today she was here, in my arms. My little mistress. My little wife. The woman I think that was bold enough to accommodate all that I was. All that I had ever been.

I had waited a life time for this woman. My entire existence had been an emptiness. An incomplete life, void of a pulsating rhythm. Now that I had found her, why the hesitance on my part? It was time for me to allow her lead. It was time for me to discard my fears and follow her rhythm.

I was defeated.