“You didn’t ask for that. I know that.”
With that, he takes my face in his hands, dips his head and kisses me. His tongue pushes inside my mouth.
It’s a possessive kiss, as if he’s branding me his. In this moment, I am his—his to control. Giving myself over, I melt against his chest, tilting my head back and giving him better access. Tonight he owns me.
He tugs me toward the bed and positions me facing it so I’m standing between him and the edge of the mattress. The back of his index finger traces down my bare spine, exposed in the backless dress. “You have the sexiest back I’ve ever seen.”
I turn my head, my chin to my shoulder. “Don’t stop now.”
Keno doesn’t waste a second. I feel his light touch at the back of my neck, pulling the ties that hold the halter top together. It doesn’t take much for the skimpy dress to slide over my skin and pool at my strappy heels. I’ve got nothing on underneath.
Keno sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ.”
I wrap my arms around myself and look over my shoulder.
His palms settle on my hips, and I drag in a breath. He strokes slowly from my hips to my ribs, and then his big hands close over my breasts, squeezing their fullness and pinching my nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
I moan and arch, rubbing my ass against the hard erection I feel straining against his jeans.
I’m completely naked, and he’s fully clothed, and there’s something so erotic about that. I arch against him like a cat in heat.
His mouth travels along my shoulder and neck, then nips my ear right before he whispers. “Lie down.”
I do as he says, reclining on the warm corduroy fabric of the midnight blue patchwork quilt. It feels like velvet against my skin.
Keno works the strap of one of my heels, pulling it free, then does the same with the other. He takes one delicate foot in his palms, squeezing and massaging, and I moan, my head going back at his tender ministrations.
I roll to a hip, pressing my thighs together and hiding myself from him.
He doesn’t like that.
“Show me that pussy, baby.”
I part my legs just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse.
It does its job.
His hands work his belt buckle and zipper, and his erection pops into his waiting hand.
My eyes are glued to it. He’s well-endowed and right now, it’s standing erect. He wraps his palm around it and strokes from root to tip, giving the end a twist.
I can’t help extending my arm toward him.
“You look so sexy all stretched out for me, pretty girl.”
Keno strips out of the rest quickly, and I watch, enjoying every inch of the hard, glorious body he reveals. He must work out by the looks of his arms and chest. He’s got gorgeous ink on his skin, and later, I want to look at all of it and trace every line, but right now I just need his skin pressed to mine.
He puts a knee to the mattress, grabs both my ankles, and yanks me to the edge. I slide down the comforter with a yelp. Hetakes my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, his other palm stroking my head and pulling it closer to his waiting cock.
“Suck me,” he commands.
I take his cock in my hands lovingly and stroke him, brushing my thumb over the glistening drops of pre-cum on the head.
His hand cups the back of my neck, nudging me forward. I dip my head and lick him. He tastes salty, and I hear the inhalation of breath he sucks in at my touch.
“Fuck yes, baby.”
I take him down to the root, the crown of his dick hitting the back of my throat until I can’t breathe. He withdraws, and then I feel that tug at my nape, urging me forward again. We take up a rhythm until both of his hands fist in my hair, and he fucks my mouth faster and faster.