Page 45 of The Sweetest Devotion

“I liked it!” I called out.

“Good.”

Keith planted kisses down my stomach until he reached his goal. The moment his tongue touched my clit I moaned loudly and uncontrollably.

“Keith!” I whimpered.

He stopped, peeking up at me. “What’s my name?”

“Keith,” I answered him.

“Remember that,” he ordered.

He returned to me, to kissing, to nibbling, to tasting me without abandon. My fingers fisted his comforter as I arched my back and became undone.

For all the things he couldn’t do to my mouth with his, he kissed me intensely, passionately, deeply between my thighs. My eyes crossed and my mouth remained open, and my soul slipped through.

A wave of molten pleasure overtook me and I rode it out as a peaceful bliss brought me back to shore.

“How do you like it?”

I opened my eyes and angled my head, catching Keith licking his lips and watching me.

“Missionary,” I said.

He studied me for a beat more before going and kissing my inner thigh. “Turn over.”

He got up to collect a condom and I sat up on my haunches. I liked it on my back, but perhaps it was better this way, from behind, less intimate. Less close.

“Don’t pull my hair,” I warned as he came back to the bed and climbed on with me.

He tore open the condom and rolled it on. There was something about the look on his face I didn’t like. As if he would do exactly that when caught up in the moment. I narrowed my eyes and got on all fours, staring ahead at his plush gray headboard.

In another moment he seized my waist and gradually entered me. He didn’t stop until he was all the way inside of me.

“Shit.” I closed my eyes and fisted the comforter. I’d forgotten how big he was. How consuming.

The first stroke sent me forward until I was face down into a pillow. There was no time to adjust and prepare for the second.

Keith wasn’t using his hands, but his wonderful hips to control and dominate me. And it felt so fucking good.He was hitting all the right spots. Branding me with his sex and leaving me unglued at the seams.

He was very big. Too much. So overwhelming. I had never felt this level of pleasure. This level of delicious pressure.

I tapped out.

“I can’t! I can’t!” I whined into the pillow.

Keith gripped my hips possessively. “You can.”

His deep thrusts had me clinging to my sanity as I cursed his name loudly.

I couldn’t take any more as my body let loose an orgasm that sent me seeing stars until total blackness drenched over me.

The echoes of birds chirping startled me awake some time later. I was alone in the bed, but a chill on my skin and a glance over my shoulder found the patio door open. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted into the house and I knew where Keith was.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but I felt well rested. I needed to get up and dressed, or I’d do the stupid thing like stay over.

Beside Keith’s bed, on the nightstand, was a copy of a brand-new book. New, I could tell by the receipt he was using as a bookmark. The spine held the title,Night Changes. The cover was an image of a young-looking Black couple in an embrace.

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