Levi Ackerman, Unforgivable

12. Finally got the woman of your dreams...?

Her pov,

He looks up at me, holding me close.

His warm hands are on my upper back, he pulls me closer to him. He smiles softly and leans in for a kiss, just a short one. He's enjoying this moment, he knows that I am too. I can sense a bit of playful teasing in his smile.

"Ah, I love your warmth." He laughs slightly and presses me closer to him. 

His hands tighten around me as he presses his lips to mine. He holds me against him as if he doesn't want to let go, as if he wants to hold onto this moment forever. 

I get to kiss him. This moment is bliss.

His hands work their way up, sliding underneath my shirt. He's holding onto me even tighter now. He squeezes my sides, then caresses my belly.

How can someone so strong and be so gentle at the same time?

His eyes fall down to my chest, then he quickly look back up at me, as if he's asking for permission. 

My eyes soften as I reach under my shirt to gently put my hands over his, pulling them up right on top of my breasts.

I see in his eyes, that he feels how soft and smooth my body is, only for a second he carefully squeezes them. 

He looks up at me worried.

"Did it hurt?" He asks with concern in his voice.

"No, it feels good... Very nice." I whisper back, making his hands squeeze me again. Then I let go of his hands, so he can do it on his own.

"They are so soft..." He says with a childish look in his eyes and smile. He starts moving his hands all over, paying close attention to his fingertips as he discovers every single inch.

"Bet you don't even remember the last time you touched a woman." I tease him, pulling his lips on mine. I keep talking with our mouths close. "Do you even remember how they look?" I ask jokingly.

He pulls his hands away from me, I hiss at the loss of contact. His eyes seem to prove me right.

For a moment, his strong hands pause at the bottom of my shirt. He's thinking about whether he should lift it up, or to take it off entirely. 

He lifts it off me completely.

A short pause. The look on his face, how he looks at my bare chest, is like an earthquake of sensation, and it's sending me into a spin. 

He drops my shirt on the floor and his hands move up to my chest. They glide over my skin. his eyes never leaving his hand's movements.

After a while he pauses to look into my eyes, and I can see something in him; a kind of hunger.

He raises his hand to my neck, under my chin and the other stays on my chest. He pulls me closer to him. I can feel his breath on my neck, and his body heat all over me. 

I can feel his fingers rubbing up and down. And then, one of his hand slip off my body.

What's he doing?

His one hand travels down to my lower back, keeping me close to him while the other moves to my stomach.

His fingers move to my abdomen and begin moving in small circles. It tickles a little and forces me to arch my body back slightly, but it also feels nice. It feels like he's exploring my body.

I wonder if he knows how much I'm enjoying this.

His hand moves to my side, running up and down, pressing against my hip, then moving to my thighs.