She started settling down, slowly. Every pore on her body was on fire but it was easing off now.
She turned, smiling. Ready. Keith’s face was all desire, his lips parted, sweat sheening on his brow. His mint-green eyes glowing with desperate appetite. “Shall we go to my bedroom,” he said.
“We shall,” she joked.
She lifted one foot to get out of the puddle of her champagne dress below her, which is when Keith swooped her into his arms! She was nervous, because, hey, she knew she was a big girl. But he held her. He held her firmly in his arms, not a tremble from him. His biceps bulged underneath her. They felt like rocks under her torso.
Horny was not the word anymore for what she felt. She was about ready to give herself to him for twenty-four hours non-stop the way she was feeling right now!
He carried her up the stairs to his bed, laid her gently on it. She took off her underwear, threw off her bra. Keith ripped off his shirt, buttons splattering everywhere, almost did the same with his slacks. His cock glistened with need. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel all of him. He stalked over to her. She got up on her knees on the bed and yanked his shaft to her, buried it in her mouth faster than he could resist.
He leaned back and growled. She licked his length, filled her mouth with him. Then she pumped him with her hand, hard and fiercely! “Mel, no, please, I’m going to— OH GOD!”
He did. And she let him, because she knew Keith by now. Once was never enough for him. She squeezed it all out of him, pumped him harder while he convulsed and throbbed frenziedly in her hand. He grabbed a shirt from a drawer, wiped his juice from her arm and hand. And then, without warning or waiting, he put her on her back, climbed above her, kneeled between her legs, leaned his body on one palm by her head, and peered into her. She was smiling, waiting for him, ready for him. He took his left hand, grabbed his shaft, looked down at her tantalizing entrance, maneuvered himself to just between her lips...
And he entered her.
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Mel had been selfish, she knew. It always took Keith at least two turns to settle him down fully. Although he didn’t stay completely hard after the first time, he never fully flopped. And the second time before he climaxed was always longer. She wanted to feel him inside her for good and long before he exploded in her. And she’d also wanted to see him shatter under her hand.
She relished him now as he pushed and thrust in and out of her. She was dripping. Her liquid seeped onto the back of her legs as he rode her. She’d never been so aroused before.
Keith was a wild bull, the primordial man coming out in him as he made love to her passionately. She lifted her feet off the bed. Every thrust was maddeningly exciting. His eyes were clenched, his brow shining. He held her, then lifted himself, then held her again, moved lower, higher, but always always pumped in and out of her.
The orgasm in her own body took longer to arrive than she’d expected. Her hormones had settled after he’d come in her hand. It had satisfied her to see him break under her will like that. But now, she watched him. She watched his flexing abs, his striated chest, his clenched jaw.
Keith’s face was red with need and desire. His thrusts grew ever faster, ever more desperate. Melissa pushed her heels into the back of his butt and tried to get him deeper into her.
He’d grown much harder by now. He’d been thrusting and pumping for at least twenty minutes into her and by now he was as large and hard as he’d ever been before. He’d turned her, leaned in from behind her as she’d lain there on her breasts, and entered her that way. He’d lain on his side behind her, held her left leg up and thrust into her like that. He’d put her feet to his chest with her on her back and pushed fabulously deep into her, so much that her body had thrust up an inch backwards.
Now he was above her, she was facing him.
He paused for a second, catching his breath, sweat drenching his obsidian hair. He looked at her eyes, grinned, caught his breath. “You ready?” he asked.
She knew what that meant—it meant he was now ready. After half an hour of nonstop sex, Keith was ready to burst. Mel bit her lip, smiled, nodded.
Keith bent his head down, looked at where his and her body joined. He slid his thumb onto her sweet spot, twirled and pressed it until “Hah! Oh, god, Keith. That’s— Oh my goodness— I’m tightening up— Oh. Oh. OH!” Every muscle around her butt and center clenched. Her stomach closed in on itself. Her legs began to tremble. Keith’s finger twirled and pressed and pushed.
He removed his finger.
And he took over with his manhood.
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She first heard the orgasm in him as a low rumble, like an old-time airplane flying in the distance, propellers and engine stirring up the sky. In herself, it felt like being wrapped in cellophane—her entire body!—and then...squeezed.
Until it didn’t anymore...
Then the cellophane burst into millions of shreds of flying shards and debris. And the airplane broke the sound barrier, imploding everything in its path into shattered fragments of wood and metal and glass.
Keith howled. “OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING DAMN! OH GOD THIS IS—!”
And Mel, simultaneously, in sync, harmoniously, “Goddamn! FU-U-U-U-U-U-U-CK!”
They were frenzied dancers in a trance, surrounding a fire, thrumming in an otherworldly rapture.
Everything escaped Keith, and blood returned to Mel’s muscles.
They caught their breath like athletes after a four-mile run, with a sprint in the last two hundred yards. He rested on her, holding his body up just slightly so he wouldn’t squash her. She held him.
Their skins were drenched.
She loved him. She loved him endlessly. She knew this now. She had let him in, and she’d let him cross that barrier where him leaving her now would cause more than a few random tears. It would cause a piece of her to die a little. Sure, she’d survive it if he ever did, but she’d never be the same.
What she didn’t know, however, was that she actually had nothing to worry about. Because Keith was never going to let her go. Ever. He decided this now.
She was stuck with him, he told himself, even if she didn’t yet know it. He’d do everything he could to keep her. He’d change, he’d remain the same, whatever it took! Whatever she needed him to do, to be—he would. He knew this now. He was humbler, he realized. Humbled by a woman. He could live with that. It was pretty darned thrilling if he did say so himself.
He eased himself out of her, stood up, held his hand out for her. She grabbed it, lifted herself off the bed.
Standing there, both of them, nude, satisfied, he held her, pressed his lips to hers. He wanted to make love to her all night, and he would. And he wanted to make love to her tomorrow as well, all day, every day. But there was something more important to be done, something he actually looked forward to doing, not only tomorrow, but for a very long time. Maybe even...the rest of his life?
“What do you say you, me and Jacob spend the day in my garden tomorrow? Or maybe even Hyde Park. They say the weather is going to be lovely.”
Mel smiled, rested her head on his chest. The weather couldn’t be lovelier right now.
And it was raining cats and dogs outside.
FROM THE AUTHOR
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There is no East Windsor, no Windsor High. I made them up. There is no Bookworms, no London Fashionista magazine. I believe there is a Miss Sussex pageant, but I actually made that up, too, and found out about it later. As with the other Hot Holidays Series tales it is a “feel-good” story where everyone’s happy at the end. It made me smile writing it.
I hope it made you smile.
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