Page 77 of The Keeper and I
He grinned, then kissed her again, hot and heavy.
“Have you got any lube?” he asked.
“Nightstand, top drawer,” she answered, so he reached for it.
Wet as she was, she appreciated that he thought of lube, as well, given his size.
“Birth control and protection?” he went on.
“I’ve got an IUD, and no previous partners, so I’m good,” she said. “You?”
“My latest tests have come back clear. But I can still wear a condom if that would make you more comfortable.”
She shook her head. “I want to feel you.”
He nodded and popped open the bottle of lube. Even though he’d given her two mind-blowing orgasms, her cheeks warmed as she watched him rub himself with a liberal amount of it to cover the length of him. Her blush deepened when he let out a sigh of relief. He caught her eye.
“Are you enjoying watching me touch myself?” he asked.
“It’s really hot,” she said with a sly grin. “Wouldn’t you like to watch me sometime?”
“You’ve got no idea how much I’d enjoy that,” he groaned. “But, for now, lie back down.”
She hadn’t realized she’d come up onto her elbows, but she didn’t want to take her eyes off him even for a moment. That gorgeous, sweet man was going to be her first. She didn’t want it to be a blur. She wanted to commit everything to memory including the look on his face as he crawled back over her once more.
“Laci,” he said, and her eyes found his. “Take a deep breath for me.”
She inhaled as much as her lungs could take.
“And let it out—slowly,” he went on.
She obeyed, letting the air out through her mouth in an easy stream. With it, she released any remaining doubts, anxiety, or fear. It was Jordan after all. Her fortress of a man, behind whom she was totally safe. No harm would come to her in his arms. Her keeper.
She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. His forehead came to rest against hers, and their eyes fell closed.
“Deep breath in, angel,” he instructed, and she did, letting the sound of his voice engulf her. “And back out.”
She exhaled.
“Spread your legs a bit wider for me—that’s it.”
He pushed into her.
Her mouth fell open, and she gasped as he filled her up inch by careful inch. The stretch was ten times as intense as the feeling of his fingers. His dick was so much thicker, but it didn’t hurt. She swore she had never felt more satisfied.
Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she adjusted to him.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he said, his voice low. “Feel so good, angel.”
She clenched at his praise. Her arms, as if of their own accord, wrapped around him to bring him closer and deeper into her. She could feel him everywhere. Inside and out. In her blood, in her heart, down into her very bones. He was there. And he belonged.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please, move. Jordan, please.”
He slowly rocked his hips, using shallow strokes to get her used to the motion. She keened beneath him, her back arching up off the mattress, and he picked up speed with his thrusts.
Her cries increased in volume and pitch as their bodies rolled together, their rhythm as constant and true as the tide.
Sensitive as she was from the first two orgasms, Laci climbed toward her next peak with surprising speed. How was every thrust so perfect? How did he know exactly the right thing to say? How did he feel as if he were made for her? Her nails bit into the skin of his back as her legs trembled. His name tumbled from her lips again and again as he drove it home, and she unraveled.