After that, need and desire took control, so he stopped thinking through everything that should be done. They kissed for a long time, slowly making their way over to the bed.
Keith was already fully aroused, uncomfortably hard in his pants. He’d slid his hands down her back as they kissed and was feeling the soft, full curves of her bottom through the thin, stretchy material of her pants.
Then she pulled away. “Wait a minute. Sorry. Sorry.”
He blinked, stunned and slightly winded by the abrupt interruption. “What? You changed your mind?”
“No.” She giggled. “You should see your face. I promise I’m not changing my mind. I just realized I need to pee before we do this. Sorry to be so unsexy about it.”
Keith laughed, amused and deeply relieved by her reason for pulling away. “I don’t mind at all. It’s probably a good idea.”
“You can be taking some of your clothes off while I’m in there,” she said with an irresistible tilt of her head. “That will make it easier for later on.”
That seemed like a perfectly practical plan, so Keith pulled off his jeans, shirt, and socks while she disappeared into the bathroom. She was only gone for a few minutes, and when she returned, she’d taken her clothes off too and had put on a pretty lavender gown with lace straps.
He gulped as she approached. “You know I’m just going to be taking that off, right?”
“I know. But I thought it would be easier than trying to get off leggings. No way to take those off in a sexy way.” Her eyes ran up and down his body. He wore nothing but gray boxer briefs. “I had no idea you’d look so good in just your underwear.”
“You should see me when I take them off.” He said that only to make her laugh, and it worked. She giggled helplessly as she reached out for him.
He kissed her deeply, swinging her down onto the bed afterward and then climbing on top of her.
She smelled like the almond-vanilla lotion she always used, and she filled his senses. She was soft and eager beneath him as they kissed. He stroked her body, drowning in the feel of her. And he was as good as his word since in only a few minutes, he was pulling the gown off over her head.
He stared down at her, his erection throbbing so intensely that for a moment he was afraid he might lose it. Her breasts were full and heavy. Her hips were deeply curved. Every part of her was soft and touchable and deliciously feminine.
“Say something,” she whispered after a few moments.
He almost choked. “You’re so gorgeous, Serena. So beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss one of her breasts.
She arched up, so he took the nipple more deeply into his mouth, sucking it hard and then teasing it with his tongue.
She gasped and clutched at the sheets beneath her, obviously enjoying his touch. He worked on her breasts for a long time, making a few trips up toward her mouth and down toward her belly until she was biting back whimpers and squirming helplessly beneath him.
When she started begging him to make her come, he moved farther down her body until his head was poised between her legs. He swiped her open with his tongue, and she cried out sharply in response.
Evidently remembering she needed to be quiet, she moved a pillow over so she could smother her sounds in it as he took her to the edge of orgasm with his lips and tongue.
When he could feel her body shaking with how close she was, he repositioned so he could slide two fingers inside her and pump them. The change extended her climb toward climax. Her hips moved shamelessly, trying to ride his hand. She smothered her sobs in the pillow as he worked her over.
Then he sucked hard on her clit and she came apart completely, convulsing with the orgasm that wracked her body.
He knew she was coming hard. Her inner muscles were clamping down so tightly around his fingers that he couldn’t even move them. She’d soaked his hand with her arousal, and her cries of pleasure had gotten hoarse, which he could hear even stifled by the pillow.
Her orgasm lasted a long time, and he extended it as much as he could with his fingers. When the spasms finally lessened, she was limp and wheezing and flushed all over.
Her relaxed, sated body and warm, content smile was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Wow,” she rasped. “That was... Wow.”
He chuckled, painfully aroused now but also incredibly happy. “It was pretty wow for me too.”
She reached for him, pulling him down into a hug. It lasted long enough for her to recover from her climax. Then she pushed him over onto his back and raised herself above him. She was smiling down on him as she pulled off his underwear, dropping them over the side of the bed.
Her hungry gaze was probably similar to what his had been earlier. She looked like she wanted to swallow him whole.
“Definitely better without the underwear,” she said. “Do you have a condom? If you don’t, I have—”
“I’ve got one. In my pants pocket.” Cursing himself for not putting it in a more convenient place, he was about to get up to grab his pants from the floor when she beat him to it.
She found the packet in his pocket and returned to climb on top of him.
He opened the wrapper and rolled on the condom, and then she was poised above him, He was dazed and awed and so turned on he was afraid he might lose it as together they fit his erection inside her and she lowered herself onto him.
He loved this position. Loved the sight of her above him. Her hair swinging. Her breasts bouncing as she started to ride him.
He pumped his hips up into her, and it didn’t take long for them to synchronize. Pleasure and satisfaction and need and hunger filled him as they moved their bodies together.
Since his eyes never left her, he could see when she was nearing climax again. Her bouncing accelerated. Her cheeks got even redder. Her little moans and whimpers turned into soft sobs.
He’d been holding on to her bottom, but he moved one of his hands forward until he could find and rub her clit.
She arched backward and let out a long, low moan as she came all over him. He kept rubbing her off until she came again. She wasn’t even riding him now. Just arched above him, holding on to his thighs behind her as her channel spasmed all around him.
He heard himself saying, “That’s right. So good. Come again for me. You’re doing so good. So good. I think you can come one more time for me. Give me all you’ve got.” Her body was like an instrument, responding effortlessly to his playing.
He could have watched and felt her coming forever as far as he was concerned, but she finally seemed to have enough. She pulled his hand away and leaned down to kiss him, and his erection slipped out of her with the change in position.
She felt soft and boneless and replete, so he rolled them over so he was on top. He was almost at the end of his control, but he wanted her to recover before they did anything else.
After a minute, she said, “Now it’s your turn. Take me in any way you want, Keith. I want you to feel as good as I do right now.”
“I already do.” He was telling her the truth. He’d never felt better than he did at this moment. But his arousal was pulsing throughout his whole body, and he wasn’t about to object to her offer.
He bent up one of her knees and spread her thighs so she was fully open for him. Then he checked the condom before penetrating her again, this time from above. He braced himself on one straightened arm as he started to thrust.