after a few kisses, I’d be impatient to get on with it. Not now. Not with Keeley. “I don’t want to rush this, sunshine. I didn’t savor you last time and I’ve regretted it like hell.”
She nips at my lobe with a dainty bite, then whispers in my ear. “I don’t regret anything. In fact, I think it happened for a reason. It brought us here.”
Good point. Damn, this woman is smart.
I need to keep up, make sure that, after all the waiting for tonight, it’s worthwhile, give her something she’ll never forget.
After a passionate crush of my lips on hers, I kiss a path to her chin, over her collarbones, down her sternum. Her breasts beckon. No, they’re not just tits. Keeley’s are special, at least to me. I nuzzle the side of one, dragging my tongue up the so-soft skin while my thumb teases the hard tip. The little sounds in the back of her throat urge me on. Her body has a language all its own. The way she’s flushing and arching speaks volumes.
I wrap my lips around her nipple, suckling, laving. Even her skin is slightly downy and sweet. I bring her closer, move in for seconds, lose myself in everything that makes her special.
She glides one hand over my short hair and tries to pull me in tighter. She pants. She sighs. She writhes.
I move to the other breast. I don’t even want to open my eyes and deal with any reality except Keeley right now. So I suck harder on her nipple while I press my fingers around the other, giving it a squeeze. Satisfaction jolts me when she cries out my name.
Risking a glance up her pale body, I watch in fascination as she tosses her head back, throat arched, lips parted. God, she’s so beautiful. So…what’s the word? Unabashed.
Keeley isn’t afraid of anything, least of all what she feels.
My father would call me a loser and a pussy for even imagining she matters as anything but a fuckhole, but he can eat shit. This woman excites me. Inspires me.
Completes me.
Clutching her waist, I travel farther down her body, my hips sliding out of the cradle of hers. As my knees hit the floor, I drag her to the edge of the mattress. Her legs part even more as she plants her feet on either side of my head.
She braces on her elbows and stares down her body at me. “You don’t have to—”
“I want every part of you I can get my hands—and mouth—on. Pleasure seems like a small gift after all you’ve given me. But I can give you so much of it, sunshine. Let me.”
As I kiss the inside of her thigh, she melts back to the mattress with an aroused sigh. “Please.”
Keeley doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rake my tongue through her slit. She’s wet, plump. Ready. So fucking sweet. I swipe at her hard button and focus there, suckling, teasing, mixing the touch point and pressure. It doesn’t take long before she’s curling her toes around the edge of the bed, grasping for the fitted sheet, and panting out in passion. I love watching her unwind and give herself over to me, even as her body tenses in anticipation of the climax I’ll give her.
I slide a pair of fingers inside her, almost groaning when her flesh closes around them and clamps down tightly. Once I thrust inside this hot heaven, I won’t last long…but she’s going to get a thrill first. And I can always give her oral seconds, right? Yeah. I’m digging that idea.
Her body jerks, bringing me back to the now. She’s flushing. She’s close. And she’s a stunning sight to behold.
“That’s it. Give it to me, sunshine,” I murmur as I stroke my thumb over her clit, only to replace it with my tongue again.
Her knees fall even farther apart, and Keeley opens herself utterly to me. She keens out her surrender as her hips buck in need.
Almost there…
I give her one last nudge with my tongue, then suck her clit deep—and she’s gone. Screaming in a long, hoarse cry, she seems to soar up in pleasure and sail in weightless ecstasy before she shudders her way back to earth and into my arms.
Keeley in climax has to be one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.
“Maxon,” she sighs in satisfaction, then holds out her arms to me.
I’m Johnny-on-the-spot, vaulting up the bed to scoop her into my embrace, taking her deeper into the soft cocoon of sheets with me. I can’t wait to get my hands on her again, especially when I look into her eyes. They’re dazed and dilated. Her cheeks are red, her breathing rapid. And that crooked smile of hers is epic.
“Hi, sunshine.” I can’t help but grin at her. “Happy?”
I hope so because I know that’s what she wants out of life.
“Yeah.” Her smile widens. “You’re awfully proud of yourself.”
I glance off as if I really have to think about this. But she’s right. “I’m thinking I just gave you some of the best minutes of your sex life.”
“It’s always about you…” She laughs with a roll of her eyes.
I pause. “No. That was all about you. That statement was just my asshole way of making sure you really liked it.”
Her smile morphs into a laugh. “You know I did. I’m pretty sure your neighbors know it, too.”
“Fuck them.” I settle over her and stroke her hair away from her damp forehead. I love the spill of loose red curls across my sheet. I’m glad my bed will smell like her again. I’m thrilled that I’ll have a memory of her here with me I can play over and over.
Before we make more together.
“I’d be happy to reciprocate, you know.” She brushes her fingers across my jaw, caresses my shoulder.
I’m excited about the idea of Keeley on her knees in front of me, moaning as she takes my cock between her sweet, bowed lips, into the sweltering heat of her mouth, while I wrap my fingers in her hair and let her have at me. Just imagining it, more blood jets south.
I’m not going to lie. Of course I want that. But right now I want to feel her beneath me, against me, around me way more.
“That sounds great.” I reach for the condom. “Later.”
Her breath catches. “All right. Can I ask for a favor?”
This ought to be interesting. Keeley never fails to surprise me.
“Shoot.” I’m poised to rip the foil wrapper, depending on what she says.
She nods at the little square. “Can you hurry that along?”
“Impatient for me, are you?”
Her eyes soften as she seems to open the windows to her soul wide for me. “I’m impatient to be with you. I want you to feel as good as you made me feel.”
God, the woman just keeps giving to me with her big heart. How am I worthy of her for even a second?
“I have no doubt it will be my pleasure, sunshine.” I tear into the condom, roll it down my length, then align my erection against her opening.
Keeley is already welcoming me, curling her arms and legs around me, tilting her head as I nudge forward and plunge inside her, taking both her sex and her mouth at once.
I groan into her. Now I understand the difference between mere pleasure and connection. I feel the contrast between sex and love. I’m drowning in something that feels so much like devotion.
Fuck, I really do love this woman.
We’re rocking together, breathing together, surging through pleasure together. I break the kiss. I have to look into her eyes, see if Keeley is feeling the way I am. She’s right there with me, lids heavy, lips parted, skin rosy. To a man who didn’t know her, they might see the quirky, carefree, emotionally in-tune woman. If he wasn’t looking carefully, he’d fail to see the sensual grace just under her surface that blooms when given attention and passion. When she trusts.