Nora's Tale: 7 - I Take Levi in My Hands - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 7 - I Take Levi in My Hands

... cyclical movements calmed me into something of a trance. Levi was now shifting his weight between his feet, and I could just barely hear the muffled sounds of frustration that came from his lips. I knew that he had a great sense of self-control, and to see him so antsy from my stroking must have meant he was really, really ready for me to touch him. But Levi, being the gentleman he was, wouldn’t push me – he never had – and so he waited patiently for me to unveil his twitching cock. Lucky for him, seeing him all flustered made me want to give him what he wanted. Or rather, it pushed me to take what I wanted. I released his member – making Levi huff in apparent protest – before wiggling his jeans further down his legs. With a self-satisfied smile, I tucked a finger under the waistband of Levi’s boxers and batted my eyelashes up at him. “Can I take a peak?” I asked sweetly. Levi exhaled sharply. “Of course,” he said tolerantly. Still looking up into his face, I pulled my finger back, exposing his steaming hot cock to the ambient air. It was as if Levi and I were both holding our breath, and then slowly, I looked down inside his boxers, letting that breath out in a whoosh . Levi sighed in content, I supposed from the rush of hot air against his cock. The first thing I though was how big it looked. Of course, I had no way of knowing the proper proportions of a penis, and I couldn’t even see the whole thing since the base was hidden in the shadowy depths of his boxers. But as I ...

... pulled his final layer slowly down and away from his cock, it seemed like I would never get it free. Just as slowly, it was bowing to me, beckoning me forward to touch it. When it was fully exposed, the head was bouncing within an inch of my face. I looked up at Levi, biting my lip in anticipation. He smiled down at me, nodding slightly. “Go on, darling,” he whispered. “Take a good look.” I leaned back in my chair for a better view, trying to take in the veiny monster before me one detail at a time. It should be noted again that I’m a very small person – only five feet tall to Levi’s six-something. If Levi’s cock was indeed large, it looked even larger compared to my hands, defying gravity at a nearly forty-five degree angle upwards. I was amazed at how something so long – nearly the length of my forearm – could stand so straight all on its own. I wrapped my fingers gently around the base, unable to get them all the way around, but it allowed me to inspect it a little more closely. Strange how hard it is to look without touching – I wondered how Levi had managed for the past week with me. I loosened my grip and began to run my fingers up his shaft, feeling every bulging vein under the fingertips. I didn’t do this for very long, and Levi groaned when I released him once more, leaning in closer to inspect his undulated flesh with my eyes. The head was a reddish purple color, and it made me think of the wine Levi had been drinking earlier, or the shade of burgundy lipstick I was ...