‘You didn’t think so last night,’ I retort. Turning my head, I attempt to blow the hair away that’s covering my mouth.
‘Last night I asked you to—for both our pleasure. Today, I’m telling younot to. For mine.’
If I had a response, its stolen from my tongue as he suddenly slicks the head of his cock between my legs. My breath hitches and my body stills, filled with the anticipation in the moment.
‘And I own this body.’ He slides himself along my wet seam, bumping my swollen clit. I whimper or cry, I’m not sure which. ‘That sounded like an agreement,’ he purrs, his tone full of satisfaction, but with an edge of something that sounds like desperation. A desperation I understand.
The flickering of my orgasm is quick to rise again, my mind woolly, my skin hot and tight as I rock back against him, as though the desire to have him fill me is enough to make the sensation reality. But as is often the way with Keir, he anticipates my actions.
‘Greedy girl.’ His hot skin covers me as he kisses my cheek. Bites the soft skin of my neck. My wrists still in hand, we’re pressed skin to skin, his cock rubs and tantalises, just a fraction from where I need him to be.
‘Greedy because you make me.’
‘And I love to hear you beg,’ he agrees. ‘Come on, darlin’. Do it... for me. Tell me what you need.’ He pulls back, kissing his way down my spine, decorating my back and sides with licks and sucking bites. And as he reaches my hands, he sucks my fingers, bites the knuckles. Flicks his tongue between the flesh of the softV.
Before Keir, I would never have thought of these things as sexy, but as he tongues between my fingers, all I can see is his wicked gaze between my thighs. And as he sucks and bites, I can only revel in the possession of the moment.His possession of me.I don’t realise I’m speaking—chanting—until he pulls away, balancing the head of his cock right where I need him.
‘That’s it, trouble. I know it. I know you need me. I just need to hear how much.’
‘God, Keir.’ My whimper sounds desperately but I just don’t care. ‘I need you so much. I need you inside me more than I need air.’ And right now, it’s true. I can barely breathe for the anticipation of the feel of him.
‘I own you. Say it,’ he demands. I twist my head back to look at him. The sun streaming through the drapes casts his hard body in bronze. But this is no statue. His body was made to fit mine and for as long as I can have him, I will.
‘You own me,’ I whisper, my voice hoarse with longing and love.
‘And you ownme.’ His tone is so dark and so seductive, my heart beats hard, my insides along with it. ‘Say it,’ he whispers hoarsely. ‘Tell me I’m yours.’
‘You are—’ my voice catches, tears stinging my eyes ‘—you are mine.’
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My insides pound to the beat of my longing and love as he loosens his hold on my wrists. I twist my head to meet his mouth and he kisses me again and again, his lips a mixture of command and gentleness, our tongues entangled in a slow, passionate dance. ‘Mine forever.’
Keir’s eyes are dark as he pulls away, not trusting my body’s answers. One hand suddenly tight on my hips, the other holds his cock as he balances it between my lips.
‘Fuck.’ It’s not a curse but a prayer as he casts his eyes heavenwards. ‘You will be the ending of me.’ And with his final appeal, he slides himself inside. Everything falls away. There is nothing more. Not him. Not me. Just us. Just pleasure. Just the feel of him inside me. ‘And I will die a very happy man.’ With an undulation of his body and a grunt to counter my cry, he starts to move. His hands on my hips steady me and stop me from floating away, as he fucks me so solidly it’s like he’d touch my heart if he could.
‘I’ll spend my life worshiping you with my body.’
‘Yes!’ I cry out in my pleasure. I cry out his name.
‘I’ll endow you with my cock.’
‘Yes!’ My hands ball the sheets as his tempo changes, deep thrusts now shallow bursts.
‘Endow you with my worldly goods.’
As my orgasm is drawn from every inch of my skin, I arch my back, grinding into him, crying out. Everything blurs around the edges—the window in front of me, the wet sounds of our pleasure, our breathing—everything. Everything but the most intense, writhing kind of pleasure that detonates deep inside.
Behind me, he pulses once, twice. And the sound he makes? I’d bottle it if I could.
Limp and boneless, Keir slides his arms around me, his harsh breath blowing against my damp skin.
‘I’m so fucking happy.’ His words are part whisper, part groan as he pulls me into his body, somehow rolling us across the bed. Propped on his elbow, he brushes the tangles of hair from my face. ‘So fucking happy.’ And boy does he look it, staring down at me with this post orgasm grin
‘Orgasms.’ It’s all I can say, though I add a limp wave of my hand.
‘Aye, and plenty of them.’ My eyes closed, I feel him take my hand, pressing both to my heart. ‘For the rest of your life.’
