Page 33 of Keeper
Finally, I look up. And I want him. I want him more than I ever knew possible. I want his hands on me, his body pressed against mine. I want the weight of him on top of me as he morphs from my best friend to my lover.
My lover.
The heat in his eyes is a sexual promise and a command rolled into one. So I do what my body demands of me.
I drop my hands.
The dress slithers down to my hips, revealing my completely bare breasts and exposing so much more than my skin.
Fire explodes in his eyes. With strong, fierce strides, he eats up the floor in a second and I’m in his firm grasp in two. His lips collide with mine as one arm wraps tightly around my waist, grappling for my arse. The other slides along on my chest, stroking, rubbing, holding me in place while he drags his tongue down my neck, suckling a spot on my collarbone.
He twirls us, strong and fast into the nearby wall, pressing into me, his erection finding purchase between my thighs as I slide one leg up around his hip. My shriek is loud when he bends to suck my nipple ring into his mouth. He laps and laves the jewelry with his tongue, clanking the cold metal on his teeth. The bud is like a pressure line straight between my legs, my knickers dampening with need.
When my moans become cries, he moves his lips up to my neck, his hand skating up my bare thigh in a tight, claiming grip. When he pulls back to look into my eyes, his are blazing with lust. Then he steals my breath by fusing our mouths together again. It’s a kiss that demands entry this time, not only connection. His tongue parts my lips as he imprints his against mine, massaging the flesh together in delicious erotic indecency.
A surge of warmth blooms between my thighs when his fingers snake inside my knickers. I pull away from his mouth and look down at his arm smashed between us. Like a crazed animal, I mewl as he sinks a long finger inside of me and then another. His exposed chest muscles contract and retract with each pump of his fingers. Over and over. Long, languid motions increasing in speed with each one of my laboured cries.
“Booker! I need…” I pause and gasp for breath as my hips gyrate into his touch. “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” he growls, his voice an aphrodisiac. “Come like I did the other night.”
My hooded eyes can barely focus on him. “What?”
“Did you hear me, Poppy? Did you hear me call your name as I jerked myself off thinking of you?”
I swallow and can’t bring myself to admit it out loud because I’m so embarrassed. But sickly, the mortification only turns me on even more. My head nods.
He half smiles, a naughty glint in his eyes I never knew existed inside of him. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” I pant, holding nothing back.
“Did you touch yourself?”
“No.”
He frowns, disappointed. “Why not? Didn’t you want to?”
My climax is building.
“Answer me, Poppy. Didn’t you want to touch yourself?”
“No!” I exclaim.
His eyes narrow with determination. “Why not?”
“Because I wanted you to do it!” I snap.
And my orgasm tips.
Booker bites his lower lip as I spasm around his fingers. Roughly, he yanks out of my folds and pinches my clit so hard, all air is wrenched from my body. I go completely silent. The pressure with the orgasm and the pressure on my clit rendering me unable to release even a gasp as pinpoints of light blast off behind my closed lids.Was that a double orgasm?
After shuddering for what feels like hours, he releases his grip on me and my legs buckle. He deftly sweeps me up into his arms and murmurs into my hair, “Fuck, Poppy. I’m so fucking hard right now.” His chest vibrates with a chuckle as my head lolls onto his shoulder.
The aftershocks of the climax are still sweeping through me as he walks me down the hall and lays me on his bed. My eyelids flutter open and I see him lean down to flick the lamp on. The yellow light casts warm shadows on his flexing pecs as he removes his shirt. His triceps bunching as he unbuckles his belt. His abs stacking on top of each other as he removes his jeans and boxers all in one shot.
My body squirms at the sight of him fully hard. So hard, I see pre-come seeping out the tip already. I thought I was spent. I thought that double orgasm or whatever it was might kill me on the spot. But seeing him there, naked, confident, and seeking entryinside of me… I’ve been awakened.
I want his cock to stretch the inside of me until I’m sore.
