I’ve shared my concerns with Kent, but he told me not to worry.
That he has it under control.
Only, I know better.
We probably should have gone out with him tonight, but I don’t want to because I have an early start in the morning. So, we stay in with Rachel and Brad. We order takeout, chat for a while, and watch a movie. It’s nice. Normal. And I’m feeling way more relaxed now that we’re out of Boston.
“I like Rachel and Brad,” I tell Keanu as I crawl under the covers beside him a few hours later.
“They’re good people,” he agrees, opening his arms for me.
I snuggle into his side, pressing my lips to his warm, inviting chest. He moans, so I dot more kisses all over his chest, enjoying the way he responds to my touch. I make my way up his neck, peppering his smooth jawline with more kisses, teasing him by kissing the corners of his mouth.
“I need to kiss you, Sel,” he rasps, curling his large palm around the nape of my neck and drawing me close.
The instant our lips touch, fireworks explode, and I see stars behind my closed eyelids. I angle my head, deepening the kiss, and I’m clawing at him, needing to get even closer. He licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him, welcoming his tongue into my mouth.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my ass, and I whimper into his mouth, grinding on top of him as primal need swamps my body. I ache down below, my body demanding release, and I rock my hips against his, showing him what I need.
I love the sensations Keanu evokes in me. He barely touches me, and I’m a quivering mess. I love how naturally my body responds to him, and it’s how it should be when you love and desire someone as much as I do him. The normalcy of my responses encourages me, making me feel bolder, allowing me to take control of my sexuality.
“Sel.” He drags his lips from mine, palming both sides of my face. “We should slow down.”
“I don’t want to slow down.” I genuinely don’t. I’m so wet for my man, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I weld my lips to his again, and we get lost in one another.
In a flash, he flips me over, his lips never leaving mine as he covers me with his delectable body. Very gently, he eases down on top of me, softly jerking his hips into mine, and my eyes roll back in my head. I lift my legs, locking them around his waist, pulling him down firmly on top of me.
He stiffens, and his lips stop moving against mine as I grind against him, needing the friction, as my impending release climbs higher and higher. “Keanu, please.”
“Baby.” He nips at my earlobe, tugging it gently between his teeth, and I cry out in raw need.
He sits up, leaning back on his heels, as his hands roam my body.
“K.”
“Shush, baby. I got you,” he says, hooking his thumbs in the band of my sleep shorts.
I push off my elbows, locking eyes with him, as he pulls my shorts down my legs. “I need you inside me, K.”
He stops with his hands on the sides of my panties, staring deep into my eyes. “We need to talk to Denise first, babe. I already told you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
We were due to have a couple’s therapy session on Thursday, but I canceled it, because I could see Keanu was hurting from the previous weekend’s revelations and neither of us was in the right frame of mind to stir up another hornets’ nest. But now, I’m kicking myself that I didn’t go through with it.
BecauseI want him.
I want to feel him moving inside me.
Loving me with his mouth, his hands, and his penis.
But I can’t be pushy.
Because I know how important it is to him to do this the right way. I see how he’s torturing himself now, because he wants this as much as I do, and I know he hates saying no to me, but he doesn’t want to risk doing something that might trigger me.
And how can I ever be mad at him for that?
I can’t. No matter how badly I want him to make love to me now, it will have to wait. “Okay, babe.”
He climbs back up my body. “I love you so fucking much, Sel.”
