Page 72 of The Betrayal
My eyes swarm with tears as they roll down my cheeks and I am so overwhelmed that everything inside of me aches with feelings I have never felt before. My heart is ready to explode in my chest and it’s all because of this man that is knelt beside my bath, his hands buried in my water, and he doesn’t even care.
I pull his lips down to mine, kissing him with all I have and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me from the tub and carrying me into the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He finally looks at me, really looks at me. His eyes full of every emotion I have just felt as he slips between my legs, his hands linked in mine as he pins them above my head. His mouth drags across my jaw and down the column of my neck and my body reacts to him in a way that only he knows.
“Keaton,” I whisper, fighting against his grip.
“Yes baby?”
“I need you,” and he releases me as I grab the hem of his tee and drag it over his head. His fingers are wrapped back round my wrists, pinning them above my head but with only one hand now as the other roams over my body, worshipping me with his mouth and I am lost in this moment with him. We said we wouldn’t do this again. But this is who we were. We couldn’t help it. It was a chemical thing. A reaction maybe. A need and want all rolled into a beautiful addiction that only when I was with him did the need subside to nothing but a simmer deep inside of me.
His fingers rub in slow circles over my clit, fingers dipping and sinking into me before slipping out and focusing on my clit.
“More, I need more,” I whine, and I know I sound needy but I don’t care. My hips lift, as his fingers glide between my lips and slip into me once more, working me up before he drags my arousal back over my clit.
“I will give you everything baby, I promise,” he kisses against my skin, his tongue licking out the fire that is spreading across my body.
His lips pull my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking before gliding his hot mouth across my chest and onto my other nipple and giving it the same attention. I am writhing beneath him, his fingers buried deep inside of me, and I am too lost in the moment to think about anything else other than me and him. How perfect we were, but also how dangerous this game we were playing was.
“Keaton,” I whisper, slipping my hands out of his loosened grip as I place my hands either side of his face, pulling him up to me.
“Yes Blossom,” he whispers back, but I silence him by pulling his mouth onto mine, kissing him deep as our tongue entwine, his fingers still working me up, arousal pooling between my legs but he doesn’t stop even though I am more than ready for him.
“I never want to know what it’s like to not have you.”
“You never will,” softness wraps around his deep voice and before he can say anything else, I drag him back towards me. I don’t want to speak, I want to be lost with him forever. We were made for each other. He was everything I have ever wanted or needed. He was like the air I breathed. He came naturally to me but to not have him near me, to not be able to have him, scared me. My lungs burned at just the thought, and suddenly I feel like I am starved of oxygen. Fingers linked round the back of his head, I hold him in place just where I want him as he slips his fingers out of me and I hear his zipper go. My whole body tenses in anticipation and I need to feel full, I need to feel loved and worshipped by this man. The man who has giving me so much over the last year. He pulls away, looking down between our bodies and I push up onto my elbows, legs bent and wide as he lines himself up, green eyes devour me whole before they’re back between where our bodies meet and slowly, so so slowly, he rolls his hips forward and slides into me until I am full of him. My mouth a gape as I relish in this feeling that has overwhelmed me wholly.
“Ari,” he moans as he begins to move, slowly pulling out of me and pushing back into me hard. His pounds are punishing, and I know if he continues like this, neither of us will last long.
“You feel so good.” My head tips back, fingers tightening on the sheet beneath me.
“You drive me wild, everything about you Ari, the way you were made for me, us fitting perfectly together,” he growls. A hand skims down my body, fingers circling my clit to match the rhythm of Keaton and I can feel my orgasm teetering. My pussy tightening around him, clenching. “Fuck,” he drawls out, head falling back for just a moment before he stills.
Pulling out of me, he falls to his knees, hitting the carpeted floor and his large hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and rolls me onto my side. Resting on one elbow, my hand is still on my clit as I look down at him, wide green eyes hungry for more and I moan, wetness pooling and I am ready to explode. He edges forward, mouth hovering over my pussy before his tongue spreads through me, greedily circling my clit, matching the way my fingers are moving.
“Oh god,” my head tips back, his finger teases at my opening as he licks and eats me like I am his last meal and he has been starved.
“How close are you baby?” Lifting his lips for just a moment, his fingers pulse deep inside of me, a third teasing at my opening which I am silently pleading for.
“Close,” I whisper, fingers still dancing before his tongue joins in.
Slipping his soaked fingers from me, he pushes them into my mouth and I suck them clean.
“See how good you taste baby, see why I can’t get enough,” he groans, now standing and I watch as his cock bobs between his legs.
Snatching my fingers away, his large hands press onto my thighs, spreading them wider and pushing them down into the mattress.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he smirks, looking down at me before spitting onto my clit. Not that I need anymore wetness but there was something so hot about it and I feel arousal trickle from me. Clenching my pussy, moans pass through my lips as he mixes us together. “Did you like that baby?” he asks, looking down at me like his prey and I nod, his fingers back inside of me, curling up and rubbing the heavy ache that is consuming me.
He does it again and I watch as he rubs it into me with his spare hand and he smirks when he feels me tighten around his fingers.
“My dirty girl,” he groans, his fingers fucking me, and I honestly don’t know how much more I can take of this.
I grind my pussy down onto his fingers, meeting his every thrust as I ride his fingers, hips bucking, and I am so needy for him.
My nipples are hard as I roll them between my fingers and he spits again, and I am fucking soaked. My cheeks flame red, my chest rising and falling as he rubs over my clit, fingers fucking my pussy and I am close to oblivion, my whole body trembles and just when I think I can’t take anymore, his cock slips inside of me just as he pulls his fingers out and I lose it. Choked sobs leave me, his hands pinning my legs down as he rides me how he wants, my pussy clenching as the heat rolls through me, the deep ache that was once so prominent now slowly fading into nothing but calmness.
“Fuck, baby, you take me so well. I am going to—” he groans as he fucks me hard, and I have no idea how, but another orgasm explodes through me, taking everything I have and ripping it off me so I lay bare beneath him, showing him every ounce of my soul as he comes. Filling me, his moans fill the room and my whole body sings in tune with him as he gives me everything, fixing me back together after breaking me apart.
“That was…” I whisper as he lays on top of me.