Page 75 of Free to Run
“About the fifteenth or sixteenth time, baby. I have a lot of territory to cover.” His eyebrow quirks, and I laugh.
“Now I know I’m not dreaming. You never laugh in my dreams.”
My laughter subsides. “Keene,” I whisper as my mouth lowers to place my lips over his heart.
“And that never happened,” he chokes out. “Come here, baby.”
I slide up so our bodies align and our lips are even. Our breath mingles. Our heartbeats, so frantic, slow until they’re in tandem. The soul I felt shatter inside of me years ago when he walked away begins to piece itself back together as Keene rolls me to my back. Slowly, his fingertips trail down my leg, over muscle and bone, over tendon and skin. When he hits my knee, I bend my leg. He smiles but doesn’t kiss me again.
His fingers trail all the way down to my toes, then back up. His fingers map my leg outside and then in. By the time he reaches the apex of my thigh, my panties are soaked and I’m shaking with want, just from him touching my leg with his calloused fingertips.
“So strong. So beautiful,” he murmurs. Finding the button of my shorts, he quickly undoes it, then pulls the zipper down. I raise my hips to shimmy them down, but he surprises me when he doesn’t dive between my legs and feast. Instead, he finds my tattoo on the arch of my foot with his lips. My back arches and my hips lift from the bed in reaction.
Running his eyes up my body, he whispers, “Every inch of you will know my lips, Alison. Every inch will burn before you feel my cock slide inside of you. This night will be seared in your mind forever.” As his lips move over my ankle, he mutters, “It already is in mine. I’ve lived it a thousand times in my dreams.”
I clench my thighs together. Raising my hands to my breasts, I whisper, “Keene, I don’t know if I can take much more.”
He laughs roughly. “Oh, you’ll take it all, baby. Every. Single. Inch. And you’ll be begging for it.”
I moan as I push my breasts together—something, anything to alleviate the ache he’s building layer by layer.
Quick as a cat, his body covers me as his mouth plunders my mouth voraciously. I’m as helpless to his taste now as I was the night we met. It’s more potent than any alcohol, more decadent than Corinna’s richest cake. It’s Keene.
And then I feel the ridge of his hardness through his shorts, rubbing up against me, and I know I’m not going to last. “Keene…” My voice is high-pitched, warning him I’m already there.
“It’s calling out to you, baby. Fall into it.” When he bites down on my lower lip, I spiral off into ageless space. Gripping his shoulders tightly, I leave half circles with the marks of my nails. I don’t even realize I call out his name as I shatter or that I beg for more.
But he does.
After I come down from the first crest, Keene has my bra off. I feel like I can finally breathe. I nuzzle my face into his shoulder before I take a small bite.
He lets out a feral growl. “Baby, I’m holding on by a thread, and I want to give you more.”
Sliding my hand down the back of his opened pants, I hear him pant before he regains control of himself. “Give me more. I’m going to be giving it back at the same time.”
“Is that so?” Keene says as his mouth drops to my nipple. He tongues it slowly before latching onto it with his teeth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Switching to the other one, he torments it the same way. When he lets it go and begins making his way down the front of my body, I lose my grip on his. Using his advantage, he pins my wrists to the bed while running his lips across my abdomen, which ripples from the sensation.
When he reaches my barely visible curls, he releases one hand to drag a finger from my clit, down my slit and back up.
“I’ve never seen anything in my life as beautiful as you.” Keene’s voice is filled with awe and something else. It sounds like regret over our lost time.
“We’re here now.” I regret the time I contributed to it as well, with my stubbornness and refusal to listen.
“I’m not quite certain I believe it,” he admits. Separating my folds with his finger and thumb, I feel the cool air rush over my clit, making me quiver. His face displays his fascination. Slowly, torturously, he blows gently across it again. I squeeze myself tight, trying to keep myself from having another orgasm.
“I need a taste,” Keene says, right before his mouth lowers to suck at my clit. One finger slides inside, followed by a second, into my slick channel. His other hand releases mine to hold my stomach as I try to arch into his mouth. Oh, the pressure. The delicious pressure building up inside of me.
“I need you, please. Not without you again.” I’m begging him to take me. Fill me. He looks at me from between the V of my legs as they shift restlessly on the sheet. He’s as relentless at eating me as he is with everything he does.
I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. But more than that, I want him inside of me. I want to tighten around his cock when I fly away. I want to ride into our oblivion with him.
He takes a final lick and releases me as he pushes up to his knees. He shoves his shorts and boxer briefs down, and there it is—his thick cock surrounded by dark hair. My hips lift in an ancient rhythm of anticipation. “Please. Now,” I growl.
“Protection, Alison,” he rasps.
“Pill.” I gasp as I feel him crawl back over me, his cock dragging over my leg. His precum leaks on my leg as I shift below him restlessly.
“Be sure, because once I take you with nothing, I’m never going back.” His voice holds both warning and promise.
