Page 103 of Keep Me

I heard his feet shuffle forward before his warm palm touched my arm, stroking my skin all the way to my neck. He gathered my hair and tucked it over my shoulder. Then his deft hand found my zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down.

As the fabric loosened across my skin, so did any inhibitions I had. I should’ve stuck to my morals, I should’ve kept him out of my bedroom.

As the fabric fell to the floor, Matty left a kiss on my shoulder.

I tensed, knowing there was only one way this was going to go. “Relax,” he said, placing another kiss at the same spot. “You said no sex, but you explicitly said we could kiss.”

I turned to look at him, then wagged my finger in his face. “You better not be trying to use a technicality on me. I said no sex. I meant it.” But really, if we were being honest here, I was already standing in my underwear, expecting something to happen. Wanting something.

He focused his attention on my finger, wrapped his hand around it, and pushed it away. “Don’t worry. As much as I want to eat your pussy until you scream, I won’t. It doesn’t count as a kiss.”

His words didn’t act as much of a reassurance as I thought they would. Maybe it was due to the twinkle in his eyes.

He glanced down at my purple lacy bra. “Have I ever told you how fantastic your tits are?”

“You’ve mentioned it a few times, yes.”

“Have I told you how much I want to lick your nipples until you come?”

I took in a sharp breath. “Matty.”

“Britt,” he mimicked. “Take everything off.” When I shot him a warning glance, he raised his hands. “I know. I know. No sex, but give me something to think about when I’m jerking myself off tonight. Please?”

I removed my bra, and Matty licked his lips. “I can’t wait until I’m allowed to touch those.” Then I dipped my thumbs into my lace panties at the sides, and Matty tutted, using his finger to make a circle. “Turn around, please.”

And just as I did it, he groaned. “Fucking perfect. Always.” When I wasn’t facing him, he said, “Pull it down.” Then I bent forward to take it off, and his hands rested on my ass as he moved forward so I could feel his erection against it.

“Get on the bed before I ignore everything I promised and fuck you senseless.”

My core tightened at the thought of Matty’s cock inside me. We still hadn’t gone all the way, and I was so desperate to know how it would feel.

I laid back on the bed, watching Matty as he stood at the end.

“Open your legs.”

I should have been self-conscious, but with Matty’s hungry glare on me, I felt powerful and wanted. I watched as his eyes traced over my center, and an ache I couldn’t control was building inside me.

“Mhmm.” His approval went straight to my core and I wondered if he could see how aroused this entire thing made me. Matty fully clothed, watching me as I writhed on the bed,begging him to touch me, but not allowing him to at the same time.

“Play with your tits,” he commanded, my hands smothering my chest as I flicked my nipples. My back arched as the need for relief at my center grew stronger.

Matty’s eyes flittered between my pussy and my tits, watching as I pleasured myself.

It wasn’t enough to get off. I needed more, and although I had a desperate need to close my legs and rub them together, I didn’t. I doubted Matty would allow it, so I pinched my nipples a little harder, flicking the pain away and imagining it was Matty’s tongue soothing me.

“What are you thinking about, wife?” he asked, towering over me as he watched from the end of the bed.

“You. I’m always thinking about you,” I admitted on a breathless whisper, too lost in how hot I felt with his gaze on me to care about how desperate I looked.

“Do you think about me when you’re alone in your room like this?”

“Mm-hm.” Words and thoughts were a little hard to formulate as I continued to play with my breasts.

“What am I doing?”

“Playing with my pussy,” I said breathlessly, my hips were gyrating as I thought about the last time he touched me like that.

“How am I playing with you?”

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