“I’m, I’m going to . . .” My mouth drops open, and just as I tip over the edge, he shuts the vibrator off and replaces it with his tongue and starts lapping.
It sends me over the edge, and I’m coming violently over his tongue, my hands threading into his hair, my legs clenching around him as my entire body shakes with pleasure.
“Fuck . . . me,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, wave after wave, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure until nothing is left inside me.
My muscles relax, and Keller spreads my legs wide, his tongue licking my pussy, around my pussy, and around my thighs until he places a soft kiss right between my legs.
He lifts up as I remain motionless on the bed.
I open my eyes, my chest still heaving, and I look up at him. He has a satisfied look on his face, and an unsatisfied bulge in his pants.
“Put your dick in my mouth,” I say. “I’ll take care of it.”
“We don’t have time for that,” he says as he moves to the bathroom, I’m sure to try to calm himself down.
I don’t know how he can do that—get worked up, horny as hell, then just walk away without relief. I would combust. Not him. He’s done it so many times. It’s almost as if he loves torturing himself. While I’m over here, ready to cry if I don’t come.
His discipline is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Also, how he can go from playful sex god to serious in seconds is something I’ll never understand. Runa will walk in here soon, and I won’t be able to hide the fact that he just pleasured me to completion.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up and push my hair out of my face just as the door to my room opens, and Runa slips in. Her eyes narrow on me, and I try to give her my best smile, but her lips purse to the side as she folds her arms at her chest.
Pretty sure she heard me.
“Good, you’re here,” Keller says, coming into the room, no erection in sight. How the hell did he do that? “Runa, I’ll assume you’ll take it from here. She has five minutes.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll be ready.”
Without a parting kiss, Keller is out the door.
That man is something else.
Runa’s eyes fall to the mattress, and she says, “You could at least hide your devices before I come in here.”
I glance down at the mattress where the bright purple clit stimulator is in full view.
With a nervous laugh, I pick it up, only to slip it into my nightstand. “How did that, uh, get out here?”
Runa just sighs and takes me by the hand, pulling me toward the bathroom.
Needing to break the silence because that was awkward, I ask, “How are you able to be up this early, work out, and still have the energy to deal with me?”
“Well.” Runa directs me to the toilet, where I take a seat and do my business. “I don’t stay up all hours of the night with a man.”
Good point.
After I wipe and flush, I move toward the sink where I wash my hands. “It’s not all hours of the night,” I mumble. “Just a few.”
“Just a few at night . . . and in the morning.” My cheeks heat. “Ah, and from the handprint on your bottom, I can assume we engaged in some spanking last night?”
A smile pulls at my lips, and I brush my hair from my face. “Why, Runa, you never comment on my marks.”
“That one is hard not to comment on.” Growing serious, she asks, “Were you an equal participant?”
I roll my eyes and grip her shoulders so she’s looking me square in the face. “For the last time, any mark you see on my body was encouraged by me. I like it rough, Runa.”
If only there’d been time for Keller to nibble up my legs this morning . . . God, I love his teeth.
