I don’t want to think about anything in the outside world. He can be my escape today.
“What is this?” He doesn’t sound disappointed at all.
My fingers wrap around the edges of his t-shirt that’s been on me since after I changed again. I didn’t bother changing into Hailey’s clothes because I would rather have Keats’s scent all over me. Lifting the shirt, he gets the clue right away, and his eyes direct straight to my chest.
“We never actually get fully naked around one another, and I don’t particularly want to talk right now,” I inform him.
His devilish grin causes an ache around my clit. I unbuckle his belt, and the click of the clasp breaking free is a sound I enjoy. It means we are closer to our destination.
Right now, I want to land between his legs with my mouth on him.
“What do you have in mind, Esme?” Keats clucks his tongue.
I kiss his chest then place popcorn kisses down and going lower. “Something I haven’t yet done with you,” I taunt.
One tug and his cock is free from clothing. I wrap my hand around the base, and with my eyes striking up to his, I ensure he watches when my tongue darts out and swirlsaround the head. Instantly, his cock twitches, but I don’t give myself much chance to feel that against my lips as my mouth lowers down to sheathe him into my mouth.
“How have you waited to do this? And how have I not insisted to test your skills.” He moans.
Popping my mouth off, I flick the tip of my tongue over his cock. “You can spank me for that later.”
“Or I can punish you now.” Keats moves his hands to my hair and quickly wraps everything around his hand with a little force, pulling me into the friction of his hand. He leads me to what he wants. “Take it as deep as you can. And then I will make sure you can take it even deeper after that.”
Taking a deep breath, I do my best to take every inch of him inside my mouth, but Keats isn’t small by any means. I already feel my gag reflex kicking in, and I swallow to tighten around his length and pump up. Keats presses me back down, true to his word.
He and I know one another’s limits. That’s the one thing that has always been our instant connection. We both like it a little rough and dirty, but I have trust that if I wanted it to stop that he instantly would. But right now? I want this. My mouth is watering, and my entire body is eager for him.
I suck and moan. Even when he is so deep that I feel tears forming in my eyes, I still love every second of this.
“You are excellent at taking my cock, Esme.” His breath is heavy, and his enjoyment seeps through every word. “But I think we are two creatures who would prefer to come with your pussy full of my cock.”
I nod and mumble as his cock is in my mouth, but he just expressed what he wants which is why I suck once more and slowly leave his cock.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my body is on fire and wants to be touched. When I climb up Keats’sbody, squaring his hips between my thighs, I’m grateful when his thumb begins to circle around my nub. Aligning him to my opening, I clamp down on him, drawing out both our moans.
Riding him a few times, he has other plans. He sits up, ensuring he stays inside me. My hands plant on his shoulders and his arms wind around my middle. If I let go then I’ll just fall back onto the floor.
“Keep going,” he whispers.
His mouth brushes hungrily along the slope of my neck, and I tense around his cock as my pussy and the sensitive tickle around my taut nipples connect. It raises sensitivity to the max. He twists a nipple between the pads of his fingers, while my hips rock every time I push down further to bring him as deep as possible.
Keats growls as he kisses up my neck before our mouths fuse for a long kiss. One that must bring out the side of him that’s direct and in control. Proven by the fact he grips my hips and rolls us so I’m on my back.
“No way are you going to lead us. Those thighs of yours stay wide while I fill you up.”
The blaze in his eyes brings out another whimper from me, and my body presses up because I need him close. The flames from the fire outside were less intense than inside with him.
We ignite together.
I’m not sure what tornado we create, but we both end up completely spent on top of his mattress. Two bodies tangled together.
“Now we sleep,” he pants.
“Yes. You do need your beauty rest.” How I manage to joke when I’m near breathless, I’m not sure.
Keats pulls me close until my head rests against his chest. “Nah, the only beautiful thing is in my bed, and imagine that, I want her wrapped around my body.”
Even red and warm, I blush. “Go to bed.”
