Page 15 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
“Keith,” I groaned, digging my nails into his thighs to fight the onslaught of pleasure that wanted to roll through me. It was far too soon. I wanted more.
“So damn wet. This cunt is soaking my dick so well, baby, can’t you feel it? My dick is shaking in your pussy, and you want me to be okay?”
I bowed forward even more, his hands skirting up my back, his rough nails moving down my spine, and the next thing I could feel was his shift as he sat up, grabbed my hair and moved it aside, only to brush his tongue over my neck. His teeth sank in next and I cried out, the bit of pain so needed and I lost it.
I coated his dick with everything I had, shaking in his arms. His lips trailed up and down my spine as I slowed my roll.
But before I could utter another sound, he flipped us over, threw my legs up in the air, and pounded into me. Never before had I had anyone like this, and I was here for it.
“Keith, keep doing that!”
“Like feeling my dick being buried in you. Like when I pound into you, is that right?”
“Yes!”
His hand wrapped around my throat, and I stared up at him, my jaw dropping slightly.
“You’re going to make me come, and like the good girl, you’re going to take it. I’m also going to make you come again.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, making him grin.
He pushed into me again, and I lost it, shaking once more with the force of my orgasm. His own loud groan filled the room as he thrust into me, before holding himself there.
I never understood the saying of feeling their release, but I did his. Rope after rope coated my inside and shit, I was in heaven over that one. Far more than I should be given how this time and last there was no protection and I was horrible at taking a pill.
Great, I was going to have to talk to him, but something about the way he was currently lying on me said he wouldn’t want to use a condom any more than I did.
“Do you need me to get off of you?” he whispered in my air and I shook my head.
“Nope, not for a moment. And not until that damn snake goes soft.”
He chuckled against my neck, his lips brushing the spot, and I closed my eyes.
“Brittani?”
“Yeah?
“When I do pull out and roll off, and then hold you, you’re not allowed to leave my arms until I say so.”
“Damn Keith, you really are bossy. Do you do this with everyone?” I peeked an eye open and something flickered in his eyes. “You don’t allow anyone here, do you?”
“No, you’re the first woman I’ve brought home. And you’re by far the first woman I’ve ever cuddled with.”
I swallowed hard, feeling that confession in my bones. This was bigger than I had ever thought and it was time we had a serious talk. Because things like this meant far more than could be imagined.
“Can you open the curtains so the moonlight can come in?”
“Of course.” He rolled out of bed and opened them for me, before climbing back in. He lay on his side, his hand cupping my jaw and I did the only thing I could think of, I pressed my lips against him, letting him know with that what everything meant to me, before I curled up to him, wrapping my arm around his waist and closing my eyes.
Chapter 9
Keith
Istirred, the smell of coffee filling my nose and my brow wrinkled. I didn’t make coffee and I sure as hell don’t have a set timer. I peeked an eye open and nearly groaned.
There, before the dawning light, stood a naked woman, sipping on coffee, her gaze outside. She sighed, a smile on her lips.
“There’s a mug next to you,” she said, without turning around. I sat up, wiping my eyes and took the mug.
