Laughter bubbled up. “Of course not.”
With excruciating, incredible slowness, he drew her stockings down her legs, first one and then the other. The fine silk of them shimmered against her skin. Then he moved on to the garter belt, his hands steady on her hips.
He left her underwear where they were, and Iris’s body protested this decision with an agonizing throb. Instead, he rose to his feet and touched her through her coffee-colored bra, making her nipples peak even more against the fabric. There was a look of utter concentration on his face, and that little eyebrow furrow she loved so much was back.
When she couldn’t stand another second of him teasing her through the stiff lace, she turned around, rotating in his arms, and presented him with the array of hooks at her back.
“Thank you,” Keith murmured, kissing her neck. “I know the guy’s supposed to be able to unhook this from the front, but I haven’t had any practice. It’s nice to see what I’m doing.”
He unfastened her bra, and Iris tugged it down in front, getting it off her as quickly as possible. She didn’t know how much more of this slow boil she could take.
Keith embraced her from behind, his hands on her now-bare breasts, and Iris had to stop herself from crying out.
Yes, she’d touched herself before, but it had never felt like this. And she’d been more ... goal-oriented, never really taking the time for a lot of warm-up.
The foreplay wasn’t what she’d been missing, though, not really. It was just Keith, plain and simple. Even if she’d taken hours with herself, even if she’d slept with someone else, it would never have felt like this.
“Please,” she said, aware of the whimper in her voice. “Please, I need more. I can’t wait any longer.”
His breath was unsteady against her neck. “Me neither.”
She spun back to him and, with a sad lack of ceremony, pushed his boxers down.
She’d never seen a naked man before, not in the flesh. She’d watched a little porn, years ago, mostly out of curiosity, but she had secretly thought cocks looked a little weird. She’d never even really used those visuals to fill in the gaps in her own fantasies. They hadn’t done much for her.
Keith, on the other hand, did alotfor her. She loved looking at him like this. And never mind looking, she wanted to feel him, to feel his responsiveness to her, to take him into her body.
And she could.
That felt like an amazing discovery, like she was the first person in the world to have ever thought of locking their bodies together this way. She felt flushed with excitement and novelty andneed.
She reached for her own underwear, but Keith made a noise in the back of his throat and lunged forward to do it himself. He sank back down to his knees and tugged her panties down.
He touched the seam between her legs. The studious, intense expression on his face now looked almost reverent. His thumb slipped between the hot, sensitized folds of her sex, and then Iris really did cry out. She couldn’t help herself.
Keith instantly froze. “Did I hurt you?”
She had trouble stringing a sentence together. “No. Absolutely not. Good scream. Very, very good scream. Please keep doing what you were doing.”
He smiled and stroked her there again, gently parting her until she could feel his breath on her exposed clit. She was burning so hot that his breath felt almost cool.
Keith tilted his head back, looking up at her.
“I’ve done some reading,” he said, and right in the middle of her thinking he was so much more adorable than anyone she could have ever imagined, he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit.
Sensation rocked through her, making her legs wobble. It felt like she was trying to stand still during an earthquake.
“I’ll fall.” She settled one hand in his dark blond hair. “I’m shaking.”
His only answer was to put his hands around her legs to hold her up. She took it as permission to widen her stance and push against his mouth, and he rewarded that decision by licking even further inside her.
Her climax hit with a wild intensity, rolling through her in a way that almost terrified her. It felt like it might go on forever. Her hips kept moving in a kind of helpless stuttering motion. Even once it was over, she felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.
She also felt like she wasn’t done. One orgasm had always been enough for her before, but not now. The pulsing need she’d felt hadn’t left, it had just briefly receded.
And she wanted more of Keith than just his mouth.
And more of him than just sex, too, even on the most physical level. Being exquisitely, unbelievably turned on was a distant second to just wanting to be with him and feel as much of him as she possibly could.
