I love making him feel good.
And I love that I love doing it.
There is no doubt and no hesitation.
Keanu has spent years worshiping and caring for me, and it’s time I reciprocated it in more ways than one.
I worship his penis. Licking, nibbling, and sucking on it until his hips are bucking and he’s writhing in need. I open my mouth and take him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck, watching him come undone with every swipe of my tongue.
“Sel, I’m going to come.” His eyes penetrate mine.
I keep sucking, deep throating him as I encourage him to keep going with my eyes. I’m not stopping now. I want him to come in my mouth.
“Agh, Sel.” His hips thrust faster, but I can tell he’s holding himself back, not wanting to do anything to hurt me. God, I freaking love him so much. He always puts my needs above his own. I could live a million lifetimes and never feel worthy of this man.
I slide my hand between his thighs, fondling his balls, and the instant my finger tentatively nudges against his puckered hole, he detonates in my mouth, shooting streams of hot, salty cum directly down my throat.
I keep my mouth latched onto his penis until I’ve sucked him dry, then I release him with a loud popping sound. He instantly lifts me up into his arms, cradling me against his solid chest. “Holy hell, Sel.”
“I think you liked that,” I say, smiling up at him.
“I fucking loved it.” He caresses my face. “Are you okay?” Worry radiates from his eyes.
“I’m perfect, K.” I kiss him softly. “I love doing that to you.”
He kisses me back, slow, long, and deep, and I sigh contentedly when he finally breaks our lip-lock. “Let’s talk to Denise this week.”
“I’ll message her now,” I say, reaching for my cell, because I’m as eager as he is to set it up. The sooner we air our concerns, the sooner we move forward, and I’m ready for Keanu to make love to me. I want him so badly I could scream.
* * *
Although we argue about it,Keanu comes with me to the shoot the following morning. We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile in public, but he’s adamant that he’s not hiding this weekend, and I don’t argue too much. Because I can’t bear to be apart from him for any length of time.
Yes, we really are one of those annoying couples, joined at the hip, blissfully happy in one another’s company.
The shoot goes well. It helps that my partner on this campaign is Stephen Dillon. An up-and-coming new face on the scene. A guy who happens to be openly gay, so there’s no sleazy talk, no flirtatiousness, and Keanu has no reason to be jealous.
If anyone has a right to jealousy, it’s me, because Stephen spends half his time drooling over my man. But he’s respectful, and he never crosses a line. Content to sneak sly looks at Keanu whenever he thinks we’re not looking.
I’m exhausted by the time the shoot ends, and when we get back to the penthouse that evening, I take a nap for a couple hours before we head out to dinner with Rach, Brad, and Kent.
After dinner, we meet up with some friends of Keanu’s and Kent’s at a local bar before moving on to a club.
“We can leave whenever you want,” Keanu says as soon as we are seated in a booth in the VIP area.
“I know, and I’m good. I’m enjoying myself.”
While I’ve attended clubs in the past two years, I’ve never been totally relaxed. Until now. Because Keanu makes me feel safe and protected, and I genuinely have no issue being here. I like this crew, and nothing could dampen my good mood.
I stick to water while Keanu slowly sips a beer. Rachel isn’t drinking either, but Brad and Kent have been downing the beers since we arrived. Brad’s a little tipsy, but Kent is definitely drunk, unashamedly groping the petite redhead who somehow found her way onto his lap.
“Let’s dance,” Rachel says, taking my hand.
Keanu opens his mouth, to object on my behalf, no doubt, but I beat him to it. “I’d love to.” His jaw hangs open, and I giggle. I kiss him quickly. “I won’t be long.”
Rachel leads me to the edge of the dance floor, in full view of our table, and we put on a little show for our guys. The rhythmic beats infiltrate my limbs, and I sway my hips in time to the music, getting lost in the movement of my body and the hypnotic melody of the song. Rach is a fantastic dancer, and her lack of inhibition encourages me to shake off the last vestiges of self-consciousness. I move my body freely, throwing my arms in the air and shaking my booty as the song changes and the tempo picks up pace.
“You are sexy as fuck,” Keanu rasps into my ear, coming up behind me.
