Nora's Tale: 6 - Levi's Silver Tongue - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 6 - Levi's Silver Tongue

... 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 ...