Chapter 74

Shirley

Keith wants me.

I heard it from his very lips, felt it rumble through every inch of me being. It’s not a conclusion I made based on a look he gave or from reading between his words. He actually said it.

And following his words, his teeth scrape against my neck, gently biting me. It makes me completely lose all sense, my mouth acting before my brain as I jerk and give a muffle cry.

“Yes,” the word falls out of my mouth, my approval feeling as though it could shake the earth beneath my feet. But it also has Keith growing more wild.

“Do you want me to fuck you here? Or the bed?” Keith asks next, sending sparks into my stomach.

Yes. Neither. Both. All answers fly into my head, but only one leaves my mouth.

“Bed.”

Keith peels his body from mine, and I instantly miss him. But then he’s picking me up, carrying me through the office.

My lips are on his neck now, burning him with kisses that make his steps stagger as he moves into my bedroom. He groans from deep in his throat, causing me to kiss the spot the sound rumbles from as he kicks my bedroom door closed.

But then we’re shifting downward. Keith lowers us so he can sit on the edge of the bed, still holding me as I sit in his lap. It’s not enough, though.

I shift, moving until I can straddle him and faces are aligned. Keith shows approval with another groan before our lips meet again.

His hungry kisses are enough to make me roll over him, moving against him just right. My actions have Keith gripping tightly on waist and thigh. So I keep rolling, needing our clothes gone.

I take the initiative, tearing off my shirt before I reach for the bottom of his. He kisses me again as the layers disappear, our heated skin touching where it’s now bare. But then Keith’s hand snakes up back to undo my bra.

As the material slips off my shoulders, Keith moves back so he can see it fall from my chest. I should feel chilled when I’m fully exposed, but instead his gaze makes me burn.

Keith hisses through his teeth, but then his mouth is on me - kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping at my breasts. I’m moaning uncontrollably as his tongue feels like heaven. I show him just how much I enjoy it as I roll over him again and again.

My movements only add to Keith’s need causing him to growl as he stands, holding me up as I kiss the side of his face. But then I fall away from him, feeling his arms release me as he throws me down to bed.

I’m panting as he stares down at me, his eyes drinking in every inch of my being. However, he slowly crawls onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

I whine, reaching for him. Only, Keith is already sliding away, kissing down my body before I feel his hand pass between my legs instead. The sensation makes me gasp.

Keith hums in response, his mouth at my stomach. His fingers go to my jeans, unbuttoning them before he begins to pull them down. They're thrown to the shadows of the room, leaving me in only my panties as he stops to gaze at me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as his hand slides up to cup my breast.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tickling down to the top of my underwear. “I need to taste you.”

I’m already nodding at his words, giving him permission. He takes it, slowly kissing down again until he reaches my sex. There, he brings his tongue forward, rubbing it right over my panties as he tastes my wetness.

I’m a mess. I may have even died as my back arches and I cry out. But Keith proves I’m alive as he makes my heart pound from his fingers pulling down my panties.

Then his mouth is back, parting me as he rolls his tongue right against my clit. I fear I may come undone right on the spot.

He lets out a groan as his arms wrap around my legs, keeping me close as he buries his tongue in me. He’s flicking, swirling, lapping - leaving me in a mess of whimpers. It’s enough to make my hands fly in his hair, my hips moving against him as I want it all.

“That’s right, princess,” Keith purrs. “Move just like that.”

Princess. There’s that nickname again.

It makes the pressure build, a coil ready to snap. I’m making noises I didn’t think I was even capable of as my hips chase Keith’s mouth. But then I’m crying out.

“Keith, please.”

He groans against me, sending a spark right to my sensitive area.

“Please,” I repeat. “Fuck me. Please.”

I’m pathetic, begging. But I want it. I want him as close as he can be, filling in all the gaps.

And Keith thankfully obliges.

He pulls away, making me pant and quiver as I watch him undo his belt, kick off his pants. And then finally, his briefs are gloriously falling away.

Holy shit.

I stare at Keith’s cock, my body filled with absolute hunger. He chuckles as he notices my stare, but then he’s moving back up my body as I pull at him.

His lips slam down back on mine, making me hand over another moan as I feel his length press into me. He’s close, but not close enough.

“Please,” I whimper again, reminding him of my need. “Please.”

That’s all Keith needs - more begging to cause him to move his hips, adjust the head of his length so it’s perfectly lined up with my sex. And then he inhales my exhale before his hips roll forward.

“Fuck,” Keith groans as I gasp, only able to take a few inches of him as I adjust. He’s big - so big that we’ll need a moment to get acquainted. But Goddess, I need him to fill this ache.

Keith pulls back, but when his hips go forward again, he gives me more of him. I whimper as I feel him fall deeper, gasp again as he repeats the action and only slides in more.

The next time he moves in, I’m practically convulsing with pleasure, moaning from deep in my throat as I feel all of him sink into me - every last inch.

And then Keith becomes unleashed.

He pulls his hips back just to slam them forward, pounding into me before he does it again - establishing a rhythm. It’s slower, but hard, deep. He hits me right where I need him.

“So good,” Keith breathes against my neck before he begins to kiss my skin. “You feel so good.”

So does he. I want to tell him. But he feels better than good - there may be no words to describe it. Perfect. Maybe perfect is the right one.

Because he does. Our bodies fit perfectly together as he continues to thrusting into me, driving me mad as I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to never stop. My hands are everywhere - in his hair, his perfect ass, scratching down his back.

And Keith’s mouth is everywhere too. Kissing and licking my neck before he moves to press his lips to mine. But then he’s at my chest, tongue flicking and swirling at my breasts.

I’m hot, basically on fire. Keith has every ounce of my blood scalding within my veins as he keeps thrusting into me, making me move to meet him as if I can get him closer.

How have I gone this long without knowing what he feels like?

That coil is winding up again, making me stiff until I feel it - the release. My back arches, raising off the bed like I could float as I loudly cry out. Keith kisses my forehead as I come undone, putty beneath him.

“Good girl,” Keith breathes into my ear as I’m still shaking. My arms fall away from him, falling to the bed as I come down from high - though I may never reach the ground again.

Keith’s hands find my own, his fingers intertwining with mine and putting my arms above my head as he squeezes our palms together. It’s so intimate, making me sigh as his nose brushes my own.

“Your eyes,” I say as he keeps moving into me. “They’re so beautiful. You are beautiful,”

Especially like this. He’s loose, free. Our bodies moving together is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

He buries his face in my neck then, grunting once more as his hair tickles my nose.

“I won’t last much longer,” he admits. But I don’t care. I want to see Keith reach his peak, release himself. However, I’m also distracted from the scent that fills my nose now.

It’s so strong as the strands of his hair are so close. I breathe him in, wishing I could drink the smell and feel the burn.

“This,” Keith breathes. “All I’ve wanted is this.”

Yes, Cicy and I say together. However, her voice is louder, taking control as I can feel pleasure reaching another high inside of me.

I’m done for, completely surrendering to Keith as he fills me, fills my head. And I feel myself slipping as I continue handing myself over.

I smell it then, one scent fading before another appears. My scent. It’s back and I can’t stop it from meeting their air as all I can focus on is this - having Keith completely.

My scent isn’t muted this time, though. My powers escape my control, making my true smell meet the air with a vengeance. And I know Keith notices it too as he lifts his head.

He’s smiling - both the grin and his eyes are lazy. But then he breathes, slow and purposeful - his gaze only becoming more drunk. He releases a laugh of relief, speaks against lips.

“There you are.”

Electricity sparks through me, sending me over the edge as I reach another orgasm. And Keith reaches his first, his thrusts becoming faster and hard as we moan together until he’s clumsy, tensing.

He empties himself into me, making sounds of ultimate pleasure as he places kisses to my lips. But I’m still buzzing, static racing through my veins.

That spark. That current.

It stays with me even as Keith slows, as he kisses me a few more times. He then collapses on top of me, allowing my arms to wrap around him so I can hold him close. However…I wonder if he can feel how my heart is racing wildly inside my chest.

That spark.

That current.

Mate. Keith is my mate.