Page 82 of Keep Me Never
She lets out a soft cry, and I suck it into my mouth, fucking her with my hand, slow but deep, sucking her hard until she starts to shake.
I slow the pace a little, not because I’m trying to tease her, but because I want tolearnher. Every sound, every twitch, every place that makes her breath catch in her throat.
She tries so hard to stay still, but I can see her unraveling, feel her legs trembling around me.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes shut tight. “God, yes—please?—”
“No,” I say, voice low but firm. “Not yet.”
She whimpers, hips lifting, chasing my fingers as I pull back.
I move up, hovering over her again. I kiss her like she’s air and I haven’t breathed in hours, fierce and consuming and just shy of reckless.
“You don’t get to come until I tell you to,” I say, against her lips. “Not until youfeelwhat it’s like when someone does it right.”
She cries out when I slide back down and start over, this time using every bit of her I can manage with my control so close to snapping.
I suck on her throat, twist her nipple, and press down on her clit, my fingers still pressed inside. I bite her nipple, pinch her clit, and I curl my fingers inside her.
I groan, low and heady, and she’s fucking wrecked now.
Every inch shaking,convulsing, lips parted, whines filling the air, stomach sucked in and toes curled.
“Now,” I whisper. “Now, baby. Let go for me.”
And she does.
She falls apart like she was made to, her moan so loud, so fucking erotic I have to lift my hand to muffle it, and she licks my skin. Sucking on my fingers as she quakes beneath me, eyes falling shut.
She’s breathless, boneless, wrecked under me.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, press my forehead there while she comes down, still trembling. And when I crawl back up, she’s blinking at me like I did something holy.
Her hand lifts, shaky, reaching for my belt.
I catch her wrist midair.
“No,” I say, soft but deadly serious. I lean in, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her temple. “You don’t get me tonight. Tonight’s yours.”
She swallows hard. Her fingers curl around my arm. “But I want to?—”
“I know.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “That’s what makes it even better.”
She blinks up at me, glassy-eyed, flushed, her mouth trembling in the aftermath.
And I smile.
It’s a little cocky considering, but it’s also real.
A smile that means she just fucked me up worse than I’ve ever been, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
I take her in my arms, tucking her to my chest and within minutes, literally maybe two, she falls asleep, and I’m almost shocked by the sense of pride that swells within me.
It’s not even necessarily about the moment she’s trusted me with. Well, maybe a little, but it’s more than that. It’s all of it. All ofthis.
Reaching out, I slide the pad of my pinkie along her temple, moving her hair from her face. She burrows closer, sighing into me, and I hold her tighter, my gaze flicking over her beautiful features.
