I glance up at her, my heart thundering in my chest. I’ve resisted her for so long. Warred with myself. Fought everything inside of me. Because the truth is, I am scared. This woman terrifies me. She leaves me raw. So fucking vulnerable.
But she’s mine. I need her.
The fire that lights up all my dark corners.
“You’re so beautiful.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, loving how just that simple move makes her shudder. “Put your bad arm on my shoulder, baby. I don’t want you to use it to steady yourself. But this going to feel really good and you’re going to want to grip my hair or the counter while you’re fucking my face and we’re not going to reinjure your arm tonight.”
“You seem very confident that this is going to feel that good.”
I grin like a cocky motherfucker. “I am. There are many things I’m really good at, darlin’, but eating pussy might be one of my talents.”
She huffs out a loud, annoyed breath. Just as I knew she would. “You’re such a douche. Pointing out your previous work experience may be super cool during a job interview, but not when you’re about to be with a new lover.”
Stroking her inner thighs, I tell her a truth I’ve scarcely allowed myself to believe. “Jealous already? Lucky for you that shit turns me on. But don’t fret, darlin’. You’re not just my new lover, you’re my only lover. The only woman I want. Ever.”
“You’re such an arrogant—Oh my god,” she cries out as I lick her slit from her opening all the way up to her mound where I place a wet open-mouthed kiss.
“You were saying?” I smirk into her.
“Do that again,” she pants, her back already arching.
I chuckle, blowing on her sensitive skin. She’s so responsive to everything I do. My dick is granite in my pants with the thought of it. Circling her clit with my tongue, I pull it into my mouth before gently sucking on it, loving the hell out of the way her hips buck and her head falls back and her lips part.
So stunning, my girl. And every bit as delicious as I knew she would be.
“Keith,” she gasps as I pull back, blowing on her again.
“I could eat you for hours, baby, and never tire of making you come. My Pandora. My beautiful, delicious Pandora.” My tongue glides up into her hot channel, flicking back and forth and thrusting in as deep as I can go. Her frantic hand shoots up from my shoulder, grasping my hair and then she whimpers, both in pleasure and pain.
I pull back with an admonishing glare.
“Sorry. I’ll be good. Just don’t stop.”
I kiss her clit again as she relaxes her hand. “If I had known eating you out would make you this agreeable, I’d have done it a month ago.”
She laughs, her eyes dancing with lust and… happiness? Adoration? I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s magic. It’s unleashing something primal in me. It makes me want to pound my chest like a caveman for being the one who put it there.
I want to keep this look on her face always.
My finger slides inside her, curving, angling up as I stroke in and out of her. Watching her as I do. I was robbed of this the first time in the car. Seeing how she looks when I touch her. The way I make her feel. Her cheeks are flushed, and her nipples are hard points under the material of her dress. Her dark eyes are nearly black, her lust-drunk yearning lowering her lids to half-mast and making her look sexy as all hell.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m going to drive home with the taste of you on my lips. But when I get you home… I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back,” she moans as I zero in on her clit with my tongue, my finger still pumping in and out, my pace increasing as I go. I add another one and she cries out, her inner walls clamping down. “Oh my god. Keith. I… I… I’m going to come.”
“Yes, baby. Come. I’m dying to see you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She detonates, a loud half-scream, half-moan fleeing her lips. I have no doubt everyone at this party can hear her.
Her pussy convulses around my fingers as she rocks hard against my hand and harder against my face. Satisfaction slams into me with the force of a runaway train as I watch her explode with ecstasy, steadying her with my other hand so she doesn’t fall off the counter. Or worse, hurt her arm again.
Finally, she sags, falling forward, her body collapsing onto mine to the point where I have to catch her, cradling her chest against mine. She opens her eyes, right into mine, a smile across her face just as a giggle bursts forth. “Hi.”
“Hi beautiful,” I whisper.
“That was fun.”
I laugh, rubbing my nose against hers. “I’m glad. Can I take you home now?”
“Yes. But I think I need a minute before I can walk. My legs are jelly. Is it like this with everyone?”
“You’re never going to find out, so why ask?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “You don’t own my pussy, Keith. And since this is only our second interlude, I think it’s a bit too soon for such bold statements.” The brat is smirking at me. She thinks she’s got me with that one.
“Strange because I was about to text my lawyer to draft up ownership documents. You should receive them in about ten to fourteen business days.”
“Awesome. Plenty of time to go exploring and see if another can do me better.”
I smack the inside of her thigh before leaning in and licking the sting away. She yelps and I grin into her flesh, nipping at it before trailing up and lapping her entire swollen and glistening pussy that is still fully on display for me. She gasps, hissing out a noise, and I follow that move up by licking her neck and then her lips. “I licked you so now you’re mine. That’s how this works.”
“How very fourth grade of you. We can discuss this further once I regain control of my faculties and manage to stand on my own strength.”
I grin dopily. “I can carry you.”
“Noooo,” she emphasizes, those pretty sated eyes of hers going wide. “But I do wish we were already home. I don’t want the time in between.”
I kiss her lips, knowing what she means. We said we were in this together, and yet something about us still feels unsettled. Fleeting, perhaps. Like we know how something this good can’t possibly last because it never has before.
Love has not been kind.
For either of us.
Love has been pain. It’s been devastating. It’s been torment and disappointment. It’s been everything that is wrong with love. And when you experience the worst love has to offer, you do everything in your power to stay away from it. You avoid it all costs. Spend years not looking it in the eye or taking it to your bed or into your home. You lock yourself away and make sure your shutters are closed and your barriers are impenetrable.
Until one day, someone comes out of nowhere and blindsides you.
Then all that protection you thought you so deceptively and cleverly had in place disintegrates.
“Tonight is ours, darlin’. Ain’t no one coming to steal it from us.”
“And what about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow we leave for tour. And before I go on stage, I’m going to kiss you for luck. You’ll watch the show from the wings, and when that’s all done, I’m going to kiss you again. I’ll sit you on my lap and hug you with my sweaty body while you swat at me because I’m mussin’ your pretty all up. When we go out celebrating, you’ll be on my arm and when we go back to the hotel after all that’s done, you’ll be in my bed.”