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

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

... sigh. “Hold my balls,” he panted. “Roll them around in your hand.” I did as he said, my upper hand taking over my punishing rhythm as my lower hand cupped Levi’s sack. I squeezed and rolled with my pinky and thumb, all the while rubbing the underside of his scrotum with my middle finger, my strokes becoming progressively longer and longer. When I brushed up just short of his anus – against his perineum, I thought – Levi’s whole body jerked. “Right there, darling,” he pleaded. I did it again, and his muscles spammed. “Yes,” he hissed. My upper hand was still working furiously, and getting quite tired, but I was determined to finish strong. I squeezed Levi’s balls just a little more tightly and rubbed firmly against his perineum. Levi let out a guttural moan. “Norrrra,” he gasped, drawing out the “r” even longer than usual. “I’m coming!” I wasn’t sure how, but I already knew this. His cock grew thick in my hand, pulsing faster than ever. His balls contracted, and I tugged on them gently while his semen spewed forth. I managed to neutralize the first blast with my hand, which would surely have shot into the air had I not. I kept pumping him, milking him of four more streams of ejaculate. When the last one leaked over my fingers, my slowing rhythm seized completely, but I continued to hold his warm cock and balls gently in my hands, reluctant to finally let him go. “Oh, Norrra,” Levi sighed. He leaned forward cautiously, took my head between his large hands, and kissed the top ...

... of it. “You’re divine.” I was reminded of an e.e. cummings poem in which “he” said the same thing. I smiled up at Levi, elated with my accomplishment. I began to stroke him very tenderly, wanting to show my affection without making him over-sensitive. You’re mine, I thought, playfully finishing the poem in my head. “Ahh,” Levi sighed contently, his eyes half-lidded. “Now what to do about this mess?” I smiled coyly at him, then lifting his semi-hard cock, I licked the length of it from his balls to his tip. My mouth immediately began to water from the warm, salty taste, and I brought my tongue back in to share with the rest of my taste buds. “Oh no you don’t,” Levi said firmly, pushing me away by the shoulders. I could feel his cock growing harder in my hand again, calling my mouth back to it. “Why not?” I pouted. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him. “You taste good.” “Oh, shit Norrra,” Levi growled. He was even harder now, but still he kept me at bay. “If you get started on that now, we’ll end up being locked in here overnight.” I sighed in defeat. “Yes, sensei,” I teased. Apparently Levi had plans for me, and I was not to disrupt them with my own base desires. But I couldn’t help the impulse to provoke him a little. Keeping our eye-contact, I sunk my fingers into my mouth one by one, licking clean the copious amounts of come that coated them. Once they were clean, I began to swipe the rest of his semen from his rod. Levi growled again, but said nothing, allowing me to ...