We’re an inferno of two people who are desperate not to question this and just keep moving our hands, continuing our punishing kisses.
Even in the brief pause as we gasp for air with our panting breaths and our eyes meet for a second, we still both silently agree that this isn’t going to stop. We confirm it with our hands wandering and my fingers eagerly working down his shirt to get the damn buttons undone.
His palms on my ass are firm and frustrating because I want them there, and up, and down, everywhere.
Our mouths can’t part, and our movements are fierce. We’re so out of control that we begin to circle and stumble to a direction unknown. Without breaking our hungry kiss, he slides his open shirt down his arms, littering the floor. We continue to spin until the sound of a thud and furniture hitting behind my knees causes us to stop.
Suddenly, I feel a cool surface against my back after I’m hoisted up in one move and set on the side table by the front door. Did we really not make it further into his house before we combusted?
We paw at one another, and my lips feel swollen, but I don’t stop. I can’t. A hand yanks my necklace, and the beads scatter across the floor, the sound of pearls bouncing not deterring us. I don’t even know whose fault it is because every part of us is exploring in haste.
Keats murmurs a sound against my skin, and his teeth scrape along my neck as his lips draw a line down. A sizzling tingle spreads through me in a tidal wave causing my nipples to turn to hard nubs. My dress is bunched at my middle, and I purr when I feel the flick of a garter strap against my thigh due to Keats’s finger, and the growl in my ear admits his crime.
We’re in luck that my underwear isn’t attached to the garter belt, otherwise we would have to slow down to pop every latch. Instead, I can instantly drag my legs up his thighs until they wrap around his waist to press our bodies tightly.
His hot breath does something to me. My skin prickles and an unknown realm that’s exciting in a different way than I was expecting hits me, tightening in my core but blossoming everywhere else. It’s making me impatient.
Our heavy breathing fills my ears, and I like Keats this way. Quiet because his mouth is trailing a circle around my cleavage due to the straps of my dress and bra hanginghalfway down my arm. There are only a few inches between us, but I close the space by yanking on his belt, bringing him closer.
My breasts are not abandoned as he kisses over the lace, grazing one nipple with his lips while he slides the bottom of my dress up and caresses my thighs.
Then it happens.
At last, our eyes connect with acknowledgment that we’re crossing lines, and the only answer we give is silence. Instead, we don’t blink as the back of his fingertips tease me as they feather up my thighs.
I whimper, and his cunning smirk begins to form. Swallowing, I feel my clit pulsing and my hips buck up, wanting his touch. Keats has no qualms about walking his fingers up slowly, causing agony for me, keeping my eyes a prisoner in the process. The moment his finger hooks under the waistband of my thong, he smirks because he’s the devil.
And I want him everywhere and inside of me.
“I knew it.” He begins to pull the fabric down roughly, stepping back to slide the fabric off my legs, the heels and stockings still on my feet. But the other item is tossed to the side.
“I don’t care about your theories, just don’t stop.”
His hand snakes around to the back of my head to bring my forehead to his. It’s gruff and not delicate, and I love it. “Open your legs wide, Esme.” His tone is sharp and demanding.
Obeying, I wait with zero patience for him to give me the slightest relief.
Keats swipes his finger along my pussy and instantly I moan, and he hisses. “You’re a naughty girl. For someone who hates me, you seem eager for my cock.”
“Shut the fuck up, Keats,” I rasp.
I tug at his pants, and when they lower enough, I shove my hand between us to cup his hard boxer-brief-covered cock. My head falls back because I discover that he’s just as big as his ego, and I can’t complain about that.
“I’m going to enjoy making you speechless with my cock inside you.”
He quickly searches for something and then spots his suit coat on a nearby hook, with one hand he dips into the pocket to pull out his wallet and grabs a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. I need him to hurry up.
It happens so fast, but I feel Keats inching inside of me, deeper, then some more.
We moan in sync, adjusting to the new sensation. Our bodies are connected, and our lips dance before they slam together for a kiss. His thrusts begin to pick up, and I rest my hands on his shoulders, clawing my nails into him. I’m holding on for dear life because he hits me deep on every pump, exactly where I like it.
The table is shaking, and my ankles cross behind his thighs to keep us snug. Both bra straps falling to my elbows without any of our effort brings new opportunity for sensations to overload inside of me. Keats wastes no time and dips his mouth down and harshly bites the bottom of my throat near my collarbone. A long moan escapes me because the tip of his pointed tongue swirls down to my covered nipple causing an overbearing sensation.
He's making me wild. Uninhibited and frantic. Keats grunts when I tighten my pussy around his length, and my slick heat keeps him tightly enveloped inside of me.
“I found a redeemable quality about you,” he breathes out as he fucks me mercilessly.
The only way I can answer is with a pleasured whine because he moves to my other nipple and his teeth nibble,then he opens his mouth to speak. “Your pussy feels fantastic around my cock.”
