Chapter 38 #2
Blowing out a breath, I do as he says. Move my focus to feeling every brush of his lips or skin. Soon enough, I’m able to lose myself in him again, just like he said. In the pleasure of being loved by this man.
His fingers leave my body not much later, being quickly replaced by the head of his cock. I clench on instinct as it nudges against my hole, but thankfully, he’s not put off by my body’s natural reaction. Instead, he starts kneading my ass cheeks in his palms in an effort to loosen me up.
“Just relax for me, babe. Trust me,” he whispers, pressing his hips forward slightly. The crown of his cock slides in past the tight ring of muscles, and I already feel so full of him, I don’t have any clue how I’ll possibly take the rest of him.
Still, I force myself to relax. Focus on the way his palm shuttles over my cock and his mouth trails a heated path over my skin.
“That’s it, Pen. Just like that.” He peppers kisses along my jaw, moving to my lips before taking them between his teeth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I almost laugh at that, because if the past few months are any indication, I’m the furthest thing from perfect. But goddamnit, if he doesn’t make me wanna at least be the perfect person for him. Become everything he could ever want and need.
Rather than arguing with him, I reach up and bring his lips to mine in a searing kiss. His tongue fucks my mouth, sliding and flicking against mine as he tunnels deeper. The second he bottoms out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, I break away from his mouth and let out a soft gasp.
“Are you okay?” he asks, instantly pausing his movements. “Am I hurting you?”
It hurts all right. Not in the way I expected, it just burns like a motherfucker and I feel like his cock is a second away from ripping me in half.
But no way in hell am I about to bitch out.
This beautiful, amazing, strong man does this for me.
Takes me inside him, trusts me with his body and his heart.
Two things I’d go to the ends of the Earth to claim as mine forever.
So I want this. I want him. All of him.
And he deserves all of me too.
Letting out a deep breath, I grit my teeth and shake my head about a thousand times. “You have to start moving. Please.”
My voice is strained, and I can tell from the look in his eyes, he’s completely against the idea, but he listens, pulling out and gives a slow thrust of his hips.
His lips caress mine, the softest, sweetest touch that has me melting beneath him. “You feel amazing, Pen. Are you doing okay? Can I keep going?”
I nod a few times, breathing through my nose. Every nerve ending in my body has been lit on fire by him. His body, his presence, his love. All I can do is lie here. Lost. Reveling in the heat.
I moan when his thrusts become harder, more measured. The pain finally starts merging, mixing with pleasure, and my hands grip the pillow behind my head for some sort of hold on my sanity. “Keep going. Harder. Take what you want from me.”
My legs wrap around his thighs, hooking my feet around his ass to pull him into me again to accentuate my point. We both groan in unison at the sensation of him pressed so deep inside me.
“Just want you, Pen. Every piece of you.”
His hips start to move in long, slow rolls, taking his time while he drives me insane with need. It doesn’t take long for him to start picking up more speed, my body becoming more pliable beneath him. Melting into a puddle of love-sick, lust-drunk goo.
The stretch my body gives him as he starts pistoning his hips relentlessly is unreal, snapping them into me like a man hell-bent on breaking me in two. I love it, though. I love every forceful thrust and tortured groan he gives me, and soon enough, I’m lost in pleasure. Lost in him.
And that’s before he pegs my prostate with the head of his cock. When he hits that little button, all bets are off, and I’m about to tell him we’re swapping the roles of top and bottom in this relationship.
“Fuck, baby,” I say on a rough breath. “Don’t ever stop.”
He chuckles slightly, straightening before grabbing my hips and yanking me to him. The new angle I’m taking his length at sends a shiver rushing through me, and I moan again. I can barely think or breathe, only capable of allowing the pleasure he’s giving me to take over my entire being.
I feel him everywhere. From my fingertips to my goddamn toes.
“You’ve never looked sexier in your fucking life,” he murmurs. “So wrecked for me.”
I’m not just wrecked for him; I’m completely destroyed. Decimated. So far past gone, it’s laughable.
That used to scare me, giving someone so much of me.
Handing over the capability to completely ruin me.
But the thing about Keene is…I trust him enough not to use that power.
Instead, I know with my entire heart that he’ll safeguard it.
Protect and cherish it, because it’s something I’ve never given to anyone other than him.
Because he’s always loved me, flaws and all. Long before we ever could’ve imagined this turning into anything more than friendship.
Keene’s hand trails over my abs before wrapping his palm around my dick. He strokes in time with the rock of his hips, the dual sensation of his hand and cock the perfect, most blissful form of torment.
And I’m right there. So fucking close.
“Come on, Pen,” he growls, fist tightening around my shaft. “I want you there with me. I want you milking my dick with this tight ass.”
His thumb rubs the spot beneath the head of my cock as his dick swipes over my prostate, sending me over the edge in a wave of ecstasy I’ve never experienced before.
I explode, stars forming behind my eyes as he continues to jack my length until he’s milked every last drop of cum from my body. A full-body orgasm of epic proportions.
My release coats my stomach, and his fingers are slick with it when he releases my cock to grip both of my hips.
His tempo increases, becoming more and more sporadic as he loses himself right behind me.
The feeling of his cum filling me, marking and claiming me as his once and for all, is the greatest in the world. Unmatched by anything else.
Nothing compares to being loved by Keene Waters.
He slows his movements before coming to a stop, dropping over me with his forearms on either side of my head to stare into my eyes. There’s a hint of worry in his, the unspoken questions in them, obvious and loud. And more importantly, completely unnecessary for him to bother asking.
I don’t say a word, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck and bringing his lips to mine. My tongue slides into his mouth in search of his, and they move together in a sweet, lazy dance, like we have an infinite amount of time together to spend just like this.
If I have it my way, it’ll be the rest of my damn life.
“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth, like it’s a secret just for me.
But I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. I want the entire world to know I’m his the same way he’s mine. That he’s always been mine, even when I was too stupid or stubborn or blind to see it.
It’s always been us. Ever since the beginning.
“I love you,” I tell him, reeling him in for another kiss. “So much more than you’ll ever know.”