Page 45 of WITSEC
“You do that so well,” he praised with one last thrust into my mouth before reaching down and picking me up.
He lifted me completely off the ground and I locked my legs around his waist. I gasped as he leaned my back against the cool shower wall. He took advantage of my open mouth and slammed his over my lips, his tongue plunging past them to dance with mine. Holding me up with one arm, he slid his other hand between us as he devoured my mouth. I moaned when he found my clit and began rubbing slow firm circles over it.
“When you act like this,” he said against my lips as he moved his fingers to my core. “I feel like I can do all the dirty things I’ve only fantasized about doing to you.” He pushed two fingers inside me and began pumping them.
I gripped his shoulders with both hands and tilted my head back against the wall, grunting. “You know I don’t like it when you hold back.”
He let out a deep, sensual chuckle. “Don’t look at it as me holding back.” His thumb began rubbing my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Look at it as me enjoying the journey of you becoming ready to accept all of me.”
“I’ve told you before.” I hissed and my hips bucked at the sensation of my orgasm building. “I can take you, pretty boy.”
The side of his mouth lifted as he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting the perfect spot to detonate my release. “I know you can, baby girl.”
I screamed out as I pushed on his shoulders and squeezed my legs around his waist. My body warred with itself, wanting to get away from him while also wanting to keep him close as I came undone.
I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his fingers from me and put them into his mouth. He made ammmsound. “I think I’m going to need a better taste than that.”
He lifted me away from the wall and continued to hold me with one arm as he shut off the shower. When he climbed out with me, he didn’t bother grabbing a towel as he carried me into the bedroom and laid me across the foot of the bed. Dripping wet, he climbed on top of me and flipped us so smoothly, it showed off his years of martial-arts training. Grabbing me by my waist, he pulled me up his body. “I want you to sit on my face.”
I crawled up him and set my knees on either side of his head and began to lower myself down. We had done this position once before, but that time I’d had the headboard to help me hover over him. This time, with where we were lying on the bed, I did not.
I lowered myself just enough to bring myself to his mouth. His tongue swiped out, licking through the pool of wetness my release had made. He slipped that tongue inside me before moving it between the folds of my pussy to my clit. It felt so good, my thighs began to shake as I fought the desire to sit and grind on his face.
As if sensing my need, Keelan’s hands tried to pull me down by my hips. “I told you to sit,” he said from between my legs.
Had this been at any other time and had I been in a more patient mood, I would have resisted out of fear. But because I was in ato hell with itmood, I gave him what he asked for. I sat. He began sucking and licking my clit as if rewarding me for doing as I’d been told.
I decided it was best to let go at that point and just give in to my body and its desires completely. I leaned forward to set my hands on the bed and began moving my hips in sync with his tongue.
Cheese and rice. The noises that came out of me should have been embarrassing. But I didn’t have it in me to care.
As I felt myself reaching release, I moved a hand to the top of Keelan’s head and fisted his soft blond hair. I came so hard, my vision went spotty. My entire body shook and became limp as Keelan flipped us once again.
Lying on my back, panting, I watched as he licked the corner of his mouth and wiped his wet chin with the back of his hand. “I can’t decide if I want to fuck you or have you ride my mouth again.”
All I could do was groan and throw my arm over my eyes.
He huffed a laugh. “You make the sexiest noises when you grind that little clit against my tongue.” The bed shook beneath me—he was moving around. Then I heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening, followed by the distinct sound of a foil packet being ripped open.
I had just caught my breath when he grabbed me by the backs of my knees and dragged me across the bed until my butt reached the edge. I threw my arm off my eyes to see that he was standing on the floor. He placed my ankles on his shoulders before he pushed his cock inside of me.
I was so sensitive from coming twice already. “Fuck, Keelan!”
He chuckled. “That’s what I plan on doing.” He pumped his cock inside me a few times before he moved his hands to thebacks of my knees and pushed my thighs to my chest. He held them there as he watched his cock go in and out of me slowly. The groan of pleasure he let out at what he saw made me clench around him. His thrusts picked up the pace until he was pounding into me.
I was still so sensitive that the pleasure was almost too much to bear. “Please!” I begged, but I didn’t know if it was for him to stop or to keep going. When I was on the cusp of coming, tears began to leak from the corners of my eyes. “Keelan!”
Because he was holding me down, all I could do was fist the blankets beneath me as I was completely wracked by another orgasm. I lost hearing for a short time. I lost sight, too. Well, I closed my eyes, but my point was that I was so consumed with feeling what he’d unleashed on me that I almost missed his climax.
His thrusts started to sputter until he slammed into me one last time, grunting. He wobbled a little and let out a curse as he let go of one of my legs to catch himself on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He laughed in between pants. “You’re the only woman who has ever made me go weak in the knees.”
I laughed as I wiped away the streaks of tears next to my eyes.
He went still. “Those are good tears, right?”
