Page 175 of The Keeper

He whimpered, leaning his forehead to mine. “How?”

“However you want.”

“Is that all?”

“No.”

“What else do you want?”

“You.” I laced my fingers behind his neck. “I want you.”

“How do you want me, love?”

His mouth barely touched mine. Just a faint brush of his lips. All I had to do was pull him a fraction of an inch closer. And he’d let me. I knew he would because his body, as firm and muscular as it was, would surrender to me without question.

“I want you like this, out here,” I answered. “Please don’t deny me.”

“Does my dirty princess want to be fucked and apologized to on the terrace?” he growled.

“Yes, please.”

Our mouths collided in a searing, burning, desperate kiss. I grabbed his shoulders, sinking my fingers into the jacket. He fisted his hand in my hair, moving my head sharply to the right, taking my mouth fully.

His clothed erection nestled perfectly into my three-week-sex-starved pussy. (I know, I know. Poor me.) If I rocked my hips just a little, I could create some friction and satisfy one small need.

So I did. And each time I did, he kissed me deeper and harder until he tore his mouth away with a grunt.

“I’m not coming in my pants this time. I’m coming inside of you.”

I hummed with approval, my head lolling back against the wall. He let my legs slide away until my feet were firmly on the ground.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

When he knelt in front of me I made a noise I don’t think I’ve ever made before. Something between a groan and a mewl. I loved seeing him kneel. Loved it.

“Are you going to apologize to me on your knees?” I purred.

The salacious glance I received in response got me so wet I regretted wearing underwear. He licked his lip again and hiked up my dress.

“This,” he murmured, running a finger along the slit, “got me hard the moment I saw you.”

He eased off my panties, pulling them down, lifting my right foot and then my left so I could step out of them. With a grin, he stuffed them in his pocket.

I trembled, feeling his hands caress up my thighs, parting my legs. Using his thumbs, he opened my folds, exposing my unabashed desire for him. On a moan, he pressed his nose into my skin, inhaling my scent.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, massaging my clit in slow circles. One finger drifted inside me, curling to touch the sensitive textured spot that made me see stars. He stopped to drape my leg over his shoulder, giving him full access.

“Forgive me,” I heard him say as he started to suckle and lick my clit, swirling his tongue at my entrance and dipping it inside me.

I laced my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He growled in appreciation, devouring me in earnest. My legs shook so hard I clutched onto his shoulders for balance. His tongue alternated in long licks and short flickers. His fingers worked me into a frenzy, rubbing me and teasing me. The combined sensations made my breathing quiver.

“Xavier,” I panted, rocking my hips, bringing myself closer to the edge. “It feels so good. Xavier.”

My orgasm melted me from the inside out. I squirmed and gasped and shuddered. He continued swirling his tongue gently as my climax ebbed and flowed on his mouth. When my body finally went soft and pliant, he leaned back and looked up at me.

The visual of him on his knees, his mouth sucking my desire off his fingers, and his eyes bright and wild made me whimper. After carefully removing my leg from his shoulder, he stood, held my face in his hands and kissed me. A full, lush, passionate kiss. If his mouth gave me the sins I craved between my legs, it’s giving me the promises I yearn for on my lips.

“Tell me,” he demanded when our mouths parted.

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