Page 17 of Keep Me

Sitting back, I licked my lips to get more of a taste of her and admired her glistening pussy. Lying on her back, she wasn’t watching me, and I had the sudden urge to see if I could make her do those sexy, breathy moans again.

Using two fingers to trace her slit, I slowly slid them all the way up to her clit. She shivered under my touch, and I smiled. It wasn’t quite the reaction I was going for.

I tried the move one more time, and her heels dug into the bed and her toes curled this time. She liked it, but I liked making her scream more.

Resting my palm on her mound and my thumb against her clit, I pressed down gently.

“Oh, oh,” she cried out. I hadn’t even moved my thumb yet and she was quivering.

Slowly, I flicked my thumb across her clit, watching her tortured reaction as I did it.

“Th-that feels so good,” she choked out. I was closer to the screaming, but still not quite there. Working my thumb faster, I kissed her upper thigh, dragging my lips closer to her center. My breath fanned across her as my thumb kept its pace. Her hips bucked, and she cried out my name. Finally, I got the scream I wanted.

She was so close to climaxing; her hips bucking. I didn’t want her to come like that, so I thought I’d change things up.

I backed away, leaving her to chase the memory of my hand.

She slumped into the bed and huffed. “What happened?” she asked through half-lidded eyes.

I answered by pushing a single digit inside her.

Warm and tight. I tried not to come in my pants, feeling her like this. Britt clenched around my finger and gripped the sheets as her back arched off the bed.

I had never left the United States, but I could say with utmost certainty that there was no better view in the world than this. Except maybe my dick inside her. Yeah, that might rival it.

As I moved my hand, Britt melted into my touch, completely under my control. She was so tight that when I added another finger, I took my time, letting her get used to it.

Biting back my own moan, my cock twitched, yearning to be inside her.

“Matty, I’m—”

I pulled my fingers out, and she sank into the mattress. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes a little wider and glared at me.

“I’m going to kill you,” she growled out.

Her cheeks were red, and her hair was a mess. It was hardly a threat I could take seriously. How would she pull off my murder when she was too horny to do anything but fuck me at this point.

“Are you just going to silently stare at me?”

Again, I didn’t answer. I wasn’t much of a talker in bed. I preferred to let my fingers, tongue, or dick to do the talking.

I stood from the bottom of the bed and clasped her throat. She grabbed my wrist and called out my name when I lifted her into a sitting position.

With her mouth parted, she looked at me as I let go of her neck. “Stay there. Do you understand?”

With wide blue eyes, she nodded before biting down on her bottom lip.

Focusing my attention back on her pussy, I pushed her lips apart so she was completely open to me. Then I replaced my hand with hers.

“Keep yourself open just like this,” I said. Her eyes stayed wide, but she obliged.

Fuck me.

I said before that my fingers inside her was the best view in the world, but this was everything. Britt’s dress was draped over the bed on either side of her while her pink manicured nails bared her center to me.

I wanted to taste her again, and I wanted to do it right now.

Without another word, I leaned forward and kissed her clit, causing her to cry out in either surprise or relief. I didn’t bother asking which. I just kept French kissing her center, flicking my tongue across the most sensitive parts and repeating the motions that got the biggest reaction.

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