My cries echoed around the room, drowning out everything else. I wanted to kiss him, taste him, share in the pleasure he’d given me.
With his fingers still inside my swollen channel, he moved up my body and smashed his lips to mine. There was desperation in the way he kissed. It was raw and messy, hard and soft, demanding and tender.
He eased his fingers out, wrenching a moan of protest from my soul.
“Don’t stop.” I clamped my legs around his waist, pressing my feet into his lower back, urging him to take me.
“I’m not.” The blunt tip of his cock hit off my clit, and another set of fluttering spasms wracked my body. “I love watching you come. I want to see it again and again.”
I ran the tip of my tongue over his lips, and whether he liked it or not, the wait was over. “Condom? Please tell me you have a condom.”
“A Boy Scout is always prepared.”
“If you’re a Boy Scout, I’m Mother Theresa.”
He gave a slight laugh, then rolled his warm body off me, scooped up his jeans, and fished through the back pockets. With a smile, he produced a small purple square.
“Looks like you were expecting to get lucky.”
“Hopeful.”
He ripped the packet open and sheathed himself.
“Get over here.” I reached out with my toes and curled them around his thighs, pulling him between my legs.
“There you go being bossy again,” he said.
“I know what I want, and I want you.”
“What if I said I want to wait a while longer?”
“I’d say you were a liar.”
“I’d say you were right.” Laughing, he curled his hands beneath my knees and pulled me forward until the head of his cock lined up with my entrance.
As if trying to entice him in, my inner muscles contracted and rippled. I needed him to take me now, but he didn’t. Instead, he slowly worked the broad head of his cock in a few inches before stopping.
A few beats later, he pulled out before re-entering, going a little further, stretching a little wider. He pushed deeper, and we both cried out, but he kept his thrusts painfully slow and controlled.
I dug my heels into his ass, imploring him to hurry up, to take me the way I needed, but he ignored my soundless plea and continued to take his sweet damn time with slow, steady, and restrained thrusts.
I’d had enough of his teasing. It was like he was testing me. Seeing how far he could push me before I lost control. Later, when we’d taken the edge off, we could make leisurely love all night, but now wasn’t the time.
If he wasn’t going to do anything to give me another orgasm, I’d take care of it myself. Reaching between us, I swept my fingers over my still sensitive and swollen clit.
“Fuck, Tessa.”
I grinned wickedly, tilted my hips, and circled my fingers around and around. “Exactly my thoughts, fuck Tessa.”
Keegan sucked in a breath. His hooded eyes watched me as if mesmerized by the hypnotic movements of my fingers.
His muscles tensed and corded, and he clamped his hands around my hips. He was as ready as I was. On a groan, he pushed deep, his thick cock filling me to the hilt. When he began to move, I met every one of his hungry, needy thrusts.
My breath became labored and wave after delicious wave bathed my sweat-slicked skin.
Pressure gathered inside of me seeking a way out. My back arched and my hips bucked. My channel tightened around his thickness, and my inner walls pulsed and gripped him.
I didn’t hide my enjoyment and allowed the sounds of my second, more powerful orgasm to spill from my lips. So much overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure showered over me.
His once measured thrusts became wild and unrestrained.
The need to come contorted his face. Groans and curses fell from his lips as he drove into me like a man possessed. He threw his head back and gave a soul-shattering groan. And with one final brutal thrust, he released my hips and flopped on top of me, kissing me as if he needed my breath to live.
After a few seconds of stillness, he eased himself up and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.
My heart thundered, and my body fought to get its equilibrium back. Never had the first time with someone been like that. Fun and lighthearted, and toe-curlingly sexy. It was everything I’d needed and more. A few more days of sex like that? Yes, please.
Keegan rejoined me in the bedroom and grabbed his clothes. Something wasn’t right. His eyes were cold and distant. Concerned, I sat up and reached for my discarded underwear. “What’s the hurry? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s perfect. Great.” The tone in his words and his jerky movements told me everything was anything but perfect or great.
“There’s still lots to do.”
“I’ll finish the rooms tomorrow,” I said with a languorous stretch. “Right now, I want to go to our room and continue what we started here, and I’ll let you tease me as much as you want.”
“Plenty of time for that later.” He scooped up my clothes and set them on the bed. “Better get dressed. If we’re going to keep going all night, we need some grub for fuel.”
“All night? Think you can keep up?”
“Without a doubt.”
Even though he’d used all the right words, and smiled at the right times, it was like he couldn’t wait to get out of the room and away from me.
Confused and more than a little disheartened, I put on my clothes. By the time I’d dressed, Keegan had disappeared.
And once again, I’d let a sexy Irishman make a
