Page 42 of The Caress

“You know what I want. I want to hear you tell me just what you want me to do to you, sweetness.”

Keir looks at me, his gaze falling to my breasts.

"I'm going to totally ruin you," he says quietly. "When I'm finished with you, darling, I'll leave nothing but burnt ruins."

I tremble because I know he's right. He removes his shirt, leaving me nearly stunned at his incredible state.

His stomach. Those are his biceps. His biceps are...

This guy is in amazing shape. It must take him hours and hours of practice every day to acquire such perfection. Muscle is ridged wherever I look.

"How do you keep your figure so trim?" As I enquire, my eyes widen.

As he unbuttons his black jeans, he glances at me. He kisses my neck while stroking my body with his lips.

"Wait till you see my cock," he quietly murmurs.

He kisses me while still wearing his pants. My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest. As he repositions me on the bed, a gasp leaves my lips, his hot kisses going down my neck and over my chest.

My breath comes to a halt in my chest as he licks his way down to my breast, yanking on one of my spaghetti straps and exposing my nipple. He smashes his venomous mouth into my breast, causing me to scream in agony as he sucks on it in long pulls.

The ache between my legs worsens and travels to my hips.

As he slides the second strap down, he releases go of my breast and wraps the slip around my waist. I'm nude under his hungry gaze, my hard nipples sticking openly between us.

His quick intake of breath is a siren’s song to me. The sound of pure longing... I've never heard anything so enticing.

"You are so damn gorgeous," he cries, extending his fingers to shape the fullness of my breast. "Do you realize what you're doing to me, sweetheart?"

As I flush, my face and chest turn rosy. "I'm hoping you'll demonstrate..."

In response to my reaction, Keir quietly groans, stroking my lips. His lips brush against me, and his kiss is passionate, demanding, and desperate.

I move my fingers down his arm and touch his neck with my own hand. He moves his glance down my body as he draws back. I flush anew as a result of his frank scrutiny. It's tough to sit motionless when you're absorbed by his gaze like this.

He runs his hands down my sides, sensing the fullness of my hips, the beauty of his light skin against my dark figure. I gasp as he kisses me again, this time firmly and passionately. I feel nothing but pure, unrestrained passion.

It's amazing how much Keir makes me feel like I need him. Only him. He’s the only one that can make me feel this beautiful and this desired.

I barely see him remove the silky slip until I'm down to my last garment, a little pair of sheer lace leggings. He nibbles his bottom lip, as if he's expecting something. I'm intrigued by his expression, expecting something unexpected to happen.

My excitement grows as a little, moist circle forms on the apex of my thighs on my panties.

Keir looks me in the eyes as he starts touching the wet triangle of fabric.

"Oh," I mumble, my voice choking. "Oh my goodness, that feels...

I let my eyes flutter shut as his skillful fingers began rubbing near my aching clit. Not touching it, but rubbing all around it. I force my eyes open to discover him looking at me, absorbing every feeling I express, and experimenting to find out what makes me the happiest.

His fingers continued to prod me through the damp fabric of my jeans. Even this much friction is incredible.

He kisses me, his tongue and lips as skilled as his fingers. I'm excited with excitement for him and what's to come. Everything else is secondary to how those fingers and tongue make me feel. I look up at him as he opens my thighs wide.

"Fuck!" he shouts, gliding his hands down my inner thighs. "You have the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen, Ella."

He thumbs my slit oh so carefully, watching my expression. I close my eyes for a second and try to show him how incredibly turned on I am.

When I open my eyes again, Keir is looking at me with a smile on his face.

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