Page 86 of The Keeper and I

He gave them to her, taking the full weight of her breasts in each palm and kneading them softly, at first, but with each motion, he added a bit of pressure while rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers.

She gasped and arched her back. His lips found her throat again, and he flicked his tongue on the spot by her jaw that drove her wild, earning him a whimper. Her head tilted to the side to grant him further access, and he took advantage. He slid his tongue all the way back down to her shoulder and sank his teeth in.

She hissed, but a moan followed. He didn’t bite hard just enough to surprise her and leave a spot of redness behind, which he soothed with his tongue. When she eased back down, he tweaked her nipples. Again and again while she drew in sharp breaths.

“Jordan, please,” she whined. “Please, more.”

He ran his hands over the round curve of her belly, toying with the elastic of her shorts.

“Want these off, do you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Please…”

“Lift your hips, angel.”

She did, and he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties before pulling them down her legs. She settled back against him with a sigh.

“Spread those legs for me,” he grunted.

She hardly had time before he took hold of her thighs and yanked them apart. He caressed the soft skin of her legs and let his thumbs brush by her center, making her squirm.

“When I touch this pussy, is it gonna be wet for me?” he growled into her ear.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Good girl.”

He ran his index finger up her slit. She was soaked.

“All that just from playing with your tits? So sensitive, angel.”

Her hips rocked toward his hand. He decided to cut her some slack and give her relief. After all, he didn’t want to edge her. His goal was the opposite. So with one hand, he parted her folds to expose her further, and with the other, his first two fingers floated right over to her clit and pressed down, drawing a groan from her throat. He started with slow, gentle circles.

“I’m gonna make you come,” he told her gruffly. “As many times as you can take, aye? Until the only thing in that pretty head is how fucking good your man makes you feel.”

She took her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. Judging by the flush of her cheeks and chest, she was well on her way to orgasm number one. He hooked his ankles over hers, to pin her legs in place. When he sped up with his fingers, her hands snapped down to his thighs. Her head fell back against his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

He smirked, pride warming his chest from the inside. He loved getting her to swear. It wasn’t that she avoided it, but she used strong language sparingly, so he knew he was making her feel good when one slipped from her mouth. His own desire stirred at the breathy whine of it, but he pushed it down. This wasn’t about him.

“Jordan,” she mewled. “I’m gonna—oh, fuck, yes!”

She stiffened, her grip on his legs tightening, and she groaned his name. When her hips moved again, they jerked. Her chest heaved as he coaxed her back down from the high.

“That’s it,” he said, and kissed her cheek.

Eyelids fluttering, she turned her head and claimed his lips. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, and she laced her fingers through his hair to give it a cheeky tug. He grinned against her mouth.

“Eager for more already?” he teased.

“You said as much as I can take,” she reminded him.

“Aye, so I did.”

He sank his middle and ring fingers inside her, curling up directly into her G-spot. Her grip on his hair tightened once more as she let out a sinful moan. His thumb found her clit, and he stroked it again, setting a cadence with his hand that had her panting in seconds. Each rub of her clit matched the thrust of his fingers. When her voice raised an octave, he knew he’d found the right rhythm.

“Oh, yes, Jordan, just like that,” she called.