Chapter 39 Underneath the stars II
~Sage~
The taste of champagne flooded my senses. His hand came up to cup my face, tilting my head for better access as he explored my mouth with devastating thoroughness. I melted into him, my fingers clutching the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even though there was barely any space between us already.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
"I have wanted you all night," Keith said roughly, his forehead pressed against mine. "Every time you took a bite of food and closed your eyes in pleasure, I imagined you making that face for me. Every time you laughed, I wanted to swallow the sound with my mouth. Watching you in that dress, knowing you were naked underneath, has been the sweetest torture I have ever experienced."
"Then stop torturing yourself," I whispered. "Stop torturing both of us."
Something in his eyes shifted, the controlled restraint giving way to raw hunger. In one fluid motion, he pushed me back against the pillows and covered my body with his own. His glorious weight pressed me into the blanket. It was so solid and warm and perfect.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured against my throat, his lips tracing a path down to my collarbone. "No idea how hard it has been to hold myself back."
"Then don't hold back," I whimpered, rocking my hips against him.
He growled and captured my mouth again, this kiss nothing like the gentle one before. This was consuming, demanding, and possessive. His tongue tangled with mine as his hands began to explore my body, sliding over my dress with clear intent.
He found the thin straps on my shoulders and pushed them down, baring my breasts. I gasped at the sudden exposure, but the sound turned into a moan as his mouth descended to my chest. His lips closed around one hardened nipple, and the sensation sent lightning shooting straight to my core.
"Oh…Keith," I breathed, my back arching off the blanket.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing bites that made me cry out. His hands gathered the hem of my dress, pushing it up around my waist until I was completely exposed to him.
He pulled back to look at me, and the raw desire in his eyes made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Gorgeous," he murmured. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Then his hand slid between my thighs, and I forgot how to think.
His fingers found my center with unerring accuracy, stroking through the slick heat that had been building all evening. The touch I had been craving for hours finally arrived, and it was even better than I had imagined. He knew exactly how to move, exactly how much pressure to apply, reading my body like a map he had memorized long ago.
"So wet," he groaned against my neck. "So ready for me."
I could only whimper in response, my hips lifting to meet his hand. He slipped one finger inside me, and I cried out at the stretch. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was a promise of what was to come.
"More," I begged. "Please, Keith. I need more."
He added a second finger, and my vision went white around the edges.
He worked me slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation. But gradually he increased his pace, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex and circling with devastating precision. The pleasure built and built, coiling tighter with every stroke until I felt like I might shatter into a thousand pieces.
"That's it, baby," Keith murmured, watching my face with erotic intensity. "Let go for me. I want to watch you come for me."
His words pushed me over the edge.
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, so intense that I nearly screamed. My inner walls clenched around his fingers as pulse after pulse of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Keith worked me through it, extending the sensation until I was trembling and gasping and completely empty.
When the aftershocks finally faded, I lay boneless on the blanket, staring up at the stars with glazed eyes. I had never experienced anything like that before. Nothing even close.
Keith withdrew his fingers gently and brought them to his lips, tasting me again as he had in the car. The sight made heat flare in my belly all over again, despite the earth-shattering release I had just experienced.
"Delicious," he murmured. "Just as always."
I reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and something about that was deeply erotic. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
My hands found the buttons of his shirt, and I began to work them open with trembling fingers. He helped me, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. In the moonlight, his chest was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and golden skin. I ran my palms across the ridges of his belly, feeling the way his breath hitched at my touch.
"Your turn," I said, emboldened by what we had already shared.
Something flickered in his eyes, something heated and approving. He stood and removed the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that looked like it had been carved from marble by a master sculptor.
I'd never been so thirsty for a hardened,.male organ in all my life. It stood erect, pulsing and dripping with pre-cum. The ridges of veins along it made it look like a hardened criminal.
I wanted to touch it. I wanted to rub my hands around it. I wanted to taste it and see how it feels in my mouth.
When he returned to the blanket, he positioned himself between my thighs, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my pussy.
I reached out between us to touch him, but he held my hand, blocking my movement.