Page 76 of The Keeper and I

He kissed her thigh. “You alright?”

She nodded, still trying to form words.

He crawled over her again, kissing her on her chest, neck, and cheek before finding her lips. She tasted herself on him and moaned.

“I’m gonna make you come again,” he said between kisses. “This time with my fingers. That alright?”

“Yes.” Her pussy clenched at the thought. “Oh, God, yes.”

He shifted so that he was beside her, and his hand snaked over her body until it reached her wet heat. He ran the pad of his middle finger over her throbbing clit, and she gasped but did not pull away. She bucked up instead, longing for more of him.

“Laci,” he said hoarsely as he toyed with her. “Have you ever had anything inside you before?”

“J-just my fingers,” she told him. “But not much. I can’t get the right angle to make it feel good, so I usually just use my vibrator on my clit.”

She heard a rumble from his chest. “Vibrator, you say?”

“We can try it another time,” she said. “Tonight, I want you.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said. “Relax for me. We’ll start with one finger.”

She nodded. He sank his middle finger into her. Her head fell back, and she moaned. When he crooked his finger toward himself, her breath hitched and a jolt of desire ran through her body.

“There?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned back.

He continued with a slow, deliberate rhythm, stroking her G-spot as his thumb worked her clit. Her lower belly stirred like molten lava. Yet still, she wanted more.

“I’m gonna add another finger, is that alright?” he asked.

It was like he was reading her mind. She nodded again.

When he slid his index finger in, she felt the stretch she often heard or read about that accompanied the first time. It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as everyone made it seem. In fact, the exquisitely slow pace he used to drag his fingers in and out had her chewing her bottom lip. Her hands gripped fistfuls of the sheets to keep her hips from rolling despite how desperate she was to ride his hand until she finished.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked.

“I…” Her words melted into a hoarse little whine when he applied more pressure. “Oh,fuck, Jordan, right there.”

“Yeah? Making you feel good, baby?”

She nodded with a whimper.

“Can I go a little faster?”

“Please,” she sighed.

He pumped his fingers, setting a steady pace that had her heels digging into the mattress. That pressure built in her belly again. Her walls clamped around his fingers. The faster he went, the more they fluttered. White hot lust coursed through her. She couldn’t hold her body back anymore, and her hips bucked into his hand.

“That’s it,” he said softly. “Doing so good, angel. We’ll stay like this until you come.”

She was close. Agonizingly close. True to his word, he maintained his even rhythm and pressure, hitting exactly the right spot with the consistency of a machine. She toppled over the edge with a lurch and choked on a cry of his name while holding tightly to his arm.

As she caught her breath, she felt his beard against her cheek. Her heart was pounding so hard that it rang in her ears, so she didn’t hear the words he murmured into her skin. But she felt the praise in them. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them. His face came into view. The moment he met her gaze, he bent to kiss her. Slow and soft.

“We can stop here,” he whispered when they parted. “Are you tired?”

“You haven’t quite worn me out yet, Jordan Frawley,” she teased. “I want all of you.”