Page 11 of The Caress

Nobody has ever come close to making me feel thisdesired.

I try to concentrate on how I'm feeling. My hips feel full and heavy, my breasts are on fire, and my clit practically throbs. I need to come. Not want; Ineedit, like I need air.

"Beg me to make you come," he says into my ear. "I like the way you beg, darling."

Fuck. I can feel it now that I'm getting near. Keir’s touch on my clit is almost enough to make me explode.

"Please..." I beg. "Please, Keir."

"Please tell me what?"

I press back against him, attempting to increase the angle of my hips. But he refuses to budge. He simply maintains the same beat, his fingers sticky from my wetness.

"Please, Keir... make me come," I plead.

He moves his fingers quickly, softly shifting our bodies. He just moves his fingers a few degrees but I swear, it’s as though he’s suddenly striking me with lightening. My hips buck wildly. I come quickly and without warning, my hips twitching, my mouth opening, and a roar bursting from my chest. My orgasm causes my entire body to quiver uncontrollably. Keir simply keeps moving his fingers until I reach down and lay my palm over his, shaking my hand and stopping his movement.

I open my eyes and kiss him right away. Open mouth, a little tongue, and heavy breathing.

Keir turns his attention to me, reaching out to touch my knee. He spreads my knee for a little while, his free hand gripping my opposite hip. My pussy is still fully exposed, and he lightly brushes his palm across my bottom lips.

I shiver, my excitement growing.

"Oh, sweetheart," he groans. He glances up at me, our gazes colliding. "What I'm going to do to you..."

Keir moves, scrambling off the bed. He begins to take off his button up shirt, ripping it off his arms and baring his chest and abs.

He’s amazing looking, chiseled as though from granite. He hooks his thumbs in his black slacks and pushes them down, kicking them off. For a split second, he stands naked in front of me, his cock protruding. He’s an awesome figure. His expression is intense, his stare is predatory.

It gives me chills. I'm ready for his hands all over my body. Ready to gasp and writhe in anticipation of the pleasure he offers me. I can’t wait.

Sitting up, I shudder and grab for him. I draw him down by wrapping my fingers around the solid slab of muscle around his hips. He shoves me onto my back and our legs become entangled.

My air rushes out of my lungs. As he chews his lip, Keir's eyes rake over my face.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He says it as though he is mystified before closing in on me and threading his fingers in my hair. “God damn it, Ella.”

As he kisses the left corner of my lips, he thrusts against me once. I writhe against his body, gently groaning.

He shifts his upper body weight to his arms, offloading it from mine. I tighten my grip on his waist, biting my lower lip as I glide my fingers down between us. He sucks in a gasp as I approach the tip of his cock, stretching my palm out to delicately touch it.

"God, Ella," he says quietly. He bites his lower lip as he pushes against my fingers. "Do you see just how hard you make me? Hmm? My cock is throbbing for your touch, darling." He leans heavily on one arm, reaching up to cup my jaw tightly. "I'll stretch you out with my big cock. I’m going to fuck you until your pussy creams for me."

My breathing becomes labored. I sense a trickle of yearning escaping from my entrance. I have no question, based on Keir's face, that he means every word he says.

I sigh, feeling impatient, and press my hips against his body. "Don’t tease me, baby."

Keir smirks and kisses me on the lips. "Sweetheart, have a little patience."

I raise my brow at him. I slide my hands back and forth between our bodies, touching his cock, which is scorching against even my warm flesh. He hisses and temporarily closes his eyes.

I wrap my little fist around his cock and jack it up and down his length. Growling, he takes my hands and pins them up over my head.

"It's supposed to be about you tonight," he grinds his teeth.

My eyebrows quirk. When I finally speak, I'm a bit out of breath. "This is all about me, Keir. I want to do what makes you happy."

Keir struggles to his feet. He makes a motion to me, his stare like a blazing mark across my nude body. "Sweetheart, come to me on your hands and knees."

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