His face is buried in me, and I feel his hot breath dance over the small holes in the lace and against my burning skin. “They match. Your pretty purple panties match your lacy bra. Did you do that for me, Elise?”
I bite my lip, not sure if I should tell the truth, but when he traces a finger along the fabric at my hip, I gasp, unable to hold back from him any longer. “Yes, for you.”
“Mmm, naughty girl,” he moans, pulling the hem of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to his gaze. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me. This tight, little pink pussy wants my throbbing cock, doesn’t it?”
I don’t answer this time because I can’t, but I lift my hips toward Keith’s mouth, and he takes my invitation, licking a long line up to my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it hard. I cry out, balling the comforter in my fists as I buck my hips, desperate for him to do it again. “Please.”
My wavering plea triggers him even more, and he yanks my panties off, immediately diving back in. Switching targets, he strokes his tongue over my outer lips, tasting my softness before using both hands to spread me wide.
With a jolt, his tongue pierces into me, and he finds a rhythm, fucking me with quick, stabbing licks as he moves a thumb up to tease my clit in small circles that drive me wild.
My body is thrashing back and forth on the soft bed, my head whipping from side to side as I rise higher and higher, but I need more. It’s so damn good, but I’m greedy and I want more.
“More . . . Keith . . . please.”
Keith hums, the vibration shooting sparks through my pussy, but he complies, pressing one thick finger into my pussy and licking at my clit lazily. He strokes his finger in and out, looking up into my eyes, his voice deep, water over gravel. “This what you need, Elise? Want me to fill your pussy with my fingers and suck your hard little clit?”
I reach for his head, trying to direct him where I need as I give in to begging. “Fuck. Yes, Keith.”
Finally, he gives me what I desperately need, slipping in another finger to fill me and pumping them in and out, curling up to my front wall to hit that spot that makes me see stars. He takes my clit in his mouth, sucking hard and flicking the tip of his tongue across it so fast it feels like butterfly wings.
I curl up, my shoulders lifting off the mattress as every muscle in my body goes tight with how good it feels. I linger on the edge, feeling trapped in bliss before Keith hums and I’m rocketed over the edge, screaming out as I come. I shudder and shake helplessly, chanting his name and reaching for him, not sure if it’s to make him stay between my legs or to make him move. Everything feels so good, but it’s too much, overwhelming me with pleasure.
Everything unhinges, and I collapse back on the comforter, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes at the intensity. Keith kisses up my belly, dropping one wet kiss to each breast before kissing me hard, his fingers still softly thrusting deep inside me. I whimper, cupping his face as he pulls back, confidence and sex appeal radiating from every pore of his body.
“That was fucking delicious,” he says softly, his fingers slowing. “Taste.”
He takes his fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to my mouth. I don’t even think. I just suck his fingers, licking and nibbling on the calloused pads.
Keith watches my mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. “Fuck, Elise. I want you to do that to my cock. Suck me down just like that, but if you do, I’m gonna come down your pretty throat. And I don’t want that right now. I want to come deep in your pussy. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
I nod, writhing under him, but he wants more. “Tell me.”
I moan, reluctantly taking his fingers out of my mouth to give him my plea. “Fuck me, Keith. God, please, fuck me. No mercy, no questions. Fuck me hard. Use me. Make me yours.”
He stands, yanking me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and throwing my legs up high on his shoulders. Grabbing his waistband, Keith pulls his sweats over and down his cock, which springs out hard and already oozing precum like jewels from his tip. Just like I imagined, he’s huge and gorgeous, thick veins running along the shaft that I know are going to light my nerves on icy delicious fire.
He grabs his cock in his hand, reaching beside him to the bedside table for a condom. I’m sad when he’s covered, the beauty of him encased where I can’t marvel at it. I want to foolishly plead for him to take it off, to take me raw, but then he teases my opening with his head and I completely forget. I don’t need to see him. I need to feel him deep inside me.