“I think we’ve already crossed that threshold.” I giggle. “Hence the little boy sleeping in his bedroom.”
Keegan chuckles. “That was four years ago, JB.”
I laugh at the shortened nickname he started using after I told him I was scared his parents would think I’m a bad person.
“We’re getting to know each other all over again, and if you want to take things slow, I’m okay with that.”
When I nod, our lips brush against each other. My hands roam across his shoulders and down his biceps and forearms. “Do you work out?”
“Every morning at five a.m.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
My hands find the front of Keegan, and I lift his shirt, exposing a couple of his abs and a happy trail that leads to The Promised Land. The last four years have been damn good to Keegan. He sits up so he can pull his shirt off and I find some new ink along his chest. I kiss his pectoral muscles, and he groans. “I like your new ink.” I plant a soft kiss to each of his perfectly rounded nipples.
Keegan smirks, not making a move. He really is leaving how far we go up to me. Wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, I lie back down, taking him with me. His hands fall on either side of my head against my pillow, and I pull him to me for a hard kiss. My center grinds against him. “I want you,” I beg. “All of you.”
“You’re just horny,” he jokes, sliding one hand down my side and landing on my hip.
I can’t argue with him, because he’s right, I am horny. It’s been too damn long. My hips buck against his erection again and he says, “I’ll take care of you.”
Starting at my neck, he kisses his way down—only stopping to remove each article of clothing I have on—ending at the apex of my thighs. Once he has me completely naked, he starts back from the top again, this time taking his time, sucking on my pert nipples, licking the center of my belly button, and finally kissing the hood of my pussy. He spreads my legs and then lips apart and does exactly what he said he would do—he takes care of me. With every stroke and lick, he works me up until I’m trembling with pleasure. As my lips part and his name gets called, his hand covers my mouth. Even through my orgasm, I can feel him laughing against me.
When the aftershocks from my orgasm simmer down, Keegan climbs up my body, and without even bothering to wipe myself from his lips, he crashes his lips down on mine, his tongue delving into my mouth and swirling around. The taste of me on him is an aphrodisiac, and I find myself reaching down and palming his dick through his pants. Then I’m unbuttoning and unzipping and yanking them, along with his boxers, down his muscular thighs. Keegan helps me by lifting slightly so I can get them past his knees, and then he kicks them off completely.
I stroke his dick, root to tip, while we continue to kiss, our tongues moving frantically against each other. My thumb glides along his silky crown and I can feel his pre-cum dripping out. I use it to help jack him off. I want him inside me, but I’m not ready yet. Keegan was right. We might’ve been together before, but this is all new, and knowing we now have the possibility of lasting has me wanting to take things slowly, make sure what we’re creating is strong and sturdy and will last through any storm.
I squeeze his shaft, pumping slow yet hard, and his dick swells. He releases a heady groan and then his dick pulsates. He comes, the hot seed landing on both of our stomachs. I stroke him a few more times, until he softens under my touch, and then I release him.
His arms collapse, his elbows hitting my pillow and his face nuzzling my hair. “That was without a doubt the best thing I’ve felt in years. I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like when I’m back inside you again.”
“I promise you won’t have to imagine for long,” I say through a giggle.
Keegan lifts his head and eyes me seriously. “I’ll continue to imagine for however long it takes for you to be ready.”
After we both use the bathroom to clean up, I get dressed in a long-sleeved pajama shirt and shorts, and Keegan puts back on his boxers and jeans, leaving his shirt off. We find our way back to my bed, and I turn the TV on, leaving it on the first channel I find, just to fill the silence. Keegan wraps his arms around me tight, kissing the top of my forehead and running his fingers through my hair. I don’t think either of us is ready for him to go home yet.