Page 62 of Keep Me Still
After she’s cleaned it, I drag the small red ball down her chin, between her breasts, and past her stomach, dipping it briefly into her belly button.
Just as I reach the small, closely trimmed landing strip at the juncture of her thighs, I stop. Layla rolls her hips in an attempt to get what she wants, but I don’t move. “Now neither of us will be able to so much asthinkabout a milkshake without remembering this,” I tell her.
“Landen,” she breathes, clutching the bed sheet beneath her.
“I need you open wider.”
She complies, pulling her knees apart until her folds open and her already swollen clit is exposed to me. I suck the cherry into my own mouth, getting it nice and wet. Watching her face for any sign that she might not be into this, I lower my hand and run the cherry against her moist flesh.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, tilting her head back so far I can’t see her eyes. I glance down and watch her pink flesh throb against the little red orb. Damn, I planned a lot more slow torture involving her shake, but I’m about to lose the grip I have on controlling this situation.
Pulling the stem from the cherry, I toss it aside and put the tiny fruit in my mouth again. I bend down and use my tongue to roll it between her folds.
“Landen!” Everything else that comes out of her mouth is incomprehensible. Her cries have my entire body overheating, and I need to be inside her so fucking bad. Her thighs clench on either side of my head, and I want to make her come on my tongue. Her juices are even sweeter than the cherry in my mouth. I tell her so.
Her answering cry sounds pained, and I have to relieve that pain. For both of us. Biting into the cherry and swallowing it, I look up at her eyes staring down at me. A white-hot flash of possessiveness spreads through me, and I grab her hips hard. Too hard.
“Your cherry will always be mine. You will always be mine, Layla.”
“I know, Landen. Y-yes, yours, always.” She’s panting, and it’s so fucking hot it steals my own breath. Despite the way she shivered earlier, her skin is covered in a thin sheen of glistening sweat. Finally I give in to the urge to suck each of her full breasts into my mouth, giving each one their turn. Biting her nipples just enough to sting. My cock tenses in time with her moans.
Suddenly she sits up so fast, she almost headbutts me with a force that probably would’ve knocked us both out. For a second I have no clue what she’s doing, until her hands reach the waistband of my boxer briefs and she starts tugging downward. I should stop her, maintain control, but my dick demands I let her do what she wants. Might as well get used to it. Probably what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life, giving Layla what she wants, when she wants, however she wants.
“Baby, we need to use a condom this time,” I mumble against the top of her head as she lowers herself along with my briefs. Her tongue lashes out against my bare chest and I flinch. Too much of that and it will be over before I get inside of her.
Lifting her from under her arms, I stand her upright. “You’re all sticky from milkshake. I think you need a shower.” I retrieve the condom from my wallet and turn back to her.
Confusion softens to pleasure on her face when I pick her up bride-over-the-threshold style, turning sideways to make it through the two narrow doorways until we’re in the bathroom. Lowering her gently to her feet, I glance in the mirror at our naked bodies. Part of me wants to press her against the sink, fuck her from behind, and watch her face in the mirror when she comes. But I saw the gleam in her eye when I mentioned the shower, and I’m betting we have a similar fantasy playing out in our heads.
I wink before tearing my mirrored gaze from her.Another time.We have time. All the time in the world. I don’t care what her last EKG says. Cranking the knob to the red, I pull Layla close as we wait for the water to heat. Might as well make good use of the time. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I press my erection against her smooth ass. One hand I leave splayed on her stomach, and the other I slip in between her legs.
My grip tightens as she widens her stance to let me in. “You’re so wet. So fucking wet, baby,” I say into her ear. I can’t resist stealing a bite of her sweetness as I press my mouth to her neck. My teeth sink in hard enough to mark her.
“For you. Only for you,” she murmurs, letting her head fall back onto my shoulder.
“Damn straight,” I growl, pressing my fingers alongside her swollen clit. Her hips start to rock and I press harder, faster, until she’s writhing in my arms. When she cries out, I sink my middle finger inside of her. Once, twice, leaving it in her the third time. Her walls clench my finger so tight my dick throbs with jealousy. “Fuck, Layla.”
“Yes, please.Fuckme.”
Holy mother.The tiny bathroom is filling with steam so I open the glass door and lift her inside. “You ready, baby?”
“Past ready,” she breathes as I tear open the condom and roll it over my dick.
Lifting her against the wall, my arms strain and flex, adjusting to the weight. For a second I’m worried this might not work since she’s so damn slippery. But then her warmth slides down, surrounds my cock, and I don’t even have arms anymore. Rocking into her hard and fast, my mind screams at me to slow the hell down so we can enjoy this.
I pound into her until she’s thudding against the shower wall, but her cries aren’t painful. They’re pure pleasure, and I want to make her come with everything I have. Her breasts lift and fall with each thrust, and it’s too much. I won’t be able to hold myself back for another second if we keep at it like this. I try to hold still, give myself a moment to slow things down, but she slides up and down my length of her own accord.
Who am I to deny the girl I love what she wants?
Lowering her to standing, I pull out and turn her in my arms. Sliding my cock over her ass, I apply the slightest pressure to a spot I know she probably won’t let me enter.
Not yet, anyways.
“Landen?” she asks, sounding panicked.
“Shh.” Chuckling like the evil villain that I am, I slide myself forward to the entrance that’s already open for me and plunge in.
“Oh!” she cries out, because this is the deepest I’ve ever been.
