I quickly shimmy out of my clothes, then lift up and slide my panties off my bottom and kick them on the floor. His own clothes follow a moment later.
“Open your legs, Meg, let me see you.”
“You first.” I point to his boxers.
He doesn’t even hesitate. He just rolls them down. Then his hand is gripping his thick erection. Please don’t let me be drooling on myself.
“Open. Your. Legs.”
I slide my thighs apart, the leather cool on my skin.
He licks his lips again, stepping forward, then lowering to his knees, so he’s kneeling between my splayed thighs. Still, his hand is stroking his hard cock. “Touch yourself.”
His voice is low and full of sexy gravel. This side of Keegan, this side of him that only I ever see, stern and commanding in the bedroom, is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
At the first brush of my fingertips to my clit, I jerk and moan. I am soaked. Embarrassingly so. Still, I begin a slow circle over the hood.
His hand slides up his dick and then down. “Are you getting close? Your breathing is tightening,” he says.
“Yes.” I can’t tear my eyes away from his hand and that long, perfectly veined dick of his.
He shakes his head. “Stop. Hands up above your head. I want you to come on my face or my cock. Nothing else.”
My breath catches.
“I want your cock. Now.”
“Hands up,” he orders.
I move my hands obediently above my head, gripping the back of the sofa. I’m so turned on, my entire body is vibrating and I’m pretty sure all it will take is for him to blow on my clit and I will detonate.
“I’ll eat that pussy later, Glasses. Right now I’ve got to get inside you.”
“Yes,” I say. I open my thighs wider, dropping his pelvis into the right position.
He notches himself at my entrance, and then slides all the way inside me. He angles my hips just so, knowing exactly how to thrust to hit my g-spot, exactly how to touch my clit, exactly the rhythm I need to get there.
My orgasm hits hard and fast and seems to last forever.
As I shudder around him, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls me closer, so I’m part sitting on the edge of the sofa, arms braced around his shoulders and neck. I wrap my thighs around his waist, thankful and shocked that they’re not totally boneless.
“Fuck,” He says, as he pushes into me. We’re closer this way. He slides deeper, almost bruising in the most delicious way. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I can’t think, can’t speak. I just rake my teeth over the shell of his ear, mindless to pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me, pulling more and more pleasure from me.
Without warning, he twists, pulling me fully off the couch and laying me on the plush carpeted floor. His hand finds my wrist, and he drags it between us. “Come for me again, Meg.”
“I don’t think I can,” I say, but my fingers are already finding the overly-sensitive nub. My fingertips brush against his dick as he slowly pulls out, then pushes back in. I barely contain a hiss as his teeth find my neck, scraping the side of my throat.
“You can,” he says, his fingers finding my breast, tweaking the tip. “I want to feel you shatter on me again.”
I flick my fingers over my clit as he pinches my nipple and thrusts into me. God, it feels amazing. Planting my heels, I arch, meeting his thrusts, andoh.
Ohhhh, that’s it.
His pace quickens, and his fingers trail up to my neck, wrapping around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze or push. He just holds me there, pinning me gently as he stares down at me, his gaze locked with mine. And God, he’s beautiful. His hair is tangled, and his mouth has a gleam of wetness from kissing me. His shoulders bunch and flex as he moves inside me, and as my fingers circle just right, he thrusts faster, rubbing my g-spot. “Come with me, Meg.”
And, on command, my whole body comes apart. As every fiber of my being explodes into a kaleidoscope of color and pleasure and feeling, my thighs tremble, tensing in almost-pain as I tumble over the edge. He pushes into me once, twice, and then his body tenses, my pleasure igniting his as we freefall together.
