Page 31 of What We Keep
“What?” I protested.
His eyes held mine as he slipped his hand on the hem of my tank top. “Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”
I couldn’t move fast enough and almost slowed the process because he was trying to help, and we got tangled. Too many seconds later, he flung my tank top to the floor.
I let out a sigh when he stepped a little closer, and our bare skin met. My nipples were puckered tight, achy for him. He slid one of his hands down my side, his thumb brushing over the side of my breast. My pussy clenched as I gasped, arching into him.
He cupped both breasts, his eyes on mine the whole time as he teased his thumbs over my nipples. I bit my lip, trying to contain the urge to beg.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated in a low rasp.
I felt his words down to my very toes. My toes curled, gasping. I was so overcome with sensation and need, I couldn’t even say what I wanted because I wanted everything.
As he teased my nipples, he gave me a lingering kiss. Our mouths were open, our tongues tangling, and he drew away, nipping my bottom lip, drawing it out slightly before letting it pop.
More hot, open-mouthed kisses pressed against my neck, trailing down in a lazy blaze of fire. Who knew my collarbone was an erogenous zone? I didn’t until his lips teased over it, followed by hot kisses down between my breasts.
My hips rocked into his arousal, and I was crying out, begging. Finally, his lips closed over a nipple, and I almost came from the burst of sensation, the wet suction sizzling like electricity. I felt rushed and needy.
I curled my legs around his hips and hooked my feet around his calves, rocking against him, chasing my release, until he lifted his head. “Elsa, sweetheart, slow down. I want this to be good for you.”
I stared at him. I didn’t even know what to say, so I sucked in air. His palm smoothed over the curve of my belly. He stepped back slightly as he cupped his hand over my mound, his fingertips pressing against the wet cotton between my thighs.
“One thing at a time,” he murmured.
I took a breath, trying to contain the sensation. I was teetering on the edge of a climax already.
“We can make it even better if we take it slow.”
“Oh my God!” I finally burst out. “You’re going to kill me.”
He stepped back with a low chuckle, and I felt bereft, crying out, my breath heaving in protest.
“Just a second…” He slid my hips a little closer to the edge of the counter, curling his fingers over the stretchy cotton of my shorts. He lifted me as he slid them over my hips and down my legs, and I kicked them free. I literally felt his eyes on my sex when he looked down.
My knees had fallen open again, and my pussy was throbbing. I could feel the slick moisture there.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured as he teased his fingers into my wet folds.
A few seconds later, he lifted his fingers to his mouth, his eyes on me as he sucked my arousal off. My breath came in sharp pants. My mouth fell open when he dipped his fingers down into me, sinking two inside.
My hips rocked instantly. I was beyond shame, beyond anything other than just wanting this so badly. He pumped his fingers a few times before leaning down and bringing his mouth to my sex.
My hands scrambled to hold the counter. He pumped his fingers in and out, fucking me with them as he circled his tongue around my clit. I was lost as I chased my release. I didn’t even know how fast it happened, but it hit me abruptly when he gave the slightest suction over my clit.
The sensation burst through me, his name practically a prayer on my lips. He buried his fingers once more as I trembled. He slowly straightened, and his eyes locked with mine again. It was almost overwhelming how direct he was with eye contact, and I couldn’t look away.
I needed more. I needed him inside me. Now.
He stepped back. For a moment, I was confused, and then I realized he was getting a condom as he strode into the bathroom. A burning hot moment later, he tore it open and smoothed it on, protecting us both.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded, my legs still splayed open as he curled his hand around his length, notching his thick cock at my entrance. “Last chance,” he said.
“More,” I gasped.
Haven filled me in increments until he was seated deeply, and I could hardly breathe, almost climaxing again from the full, delicious stretch of having all of him inside me. He slid his hand around, nudging my hips forward with his palm on my bottom. The friction was incredible. With my legs dangling, my clit was pressing against him right where we were joined.
