Lust consumes me. Keagan is lying on top of me, and all I can think about is his cock inside of me, and the way he pins me with his body. We’re pressed against each other, skin on skin. Our bodies are slick where we touch, and the yearning for Keagan is so thick in the air, it pushes down my throat and makes it hard for me to breathe.

As if he knows that he’s torturing me with his body, Keagan slides in and out of me slowly, taking his time. When he’s buried deep inside me, he pauses and I shudder. My pussy tightens around him before he slowly pulls out again, until only the tip is still inside my body.

He repeats the achingly slow strokes again and again. All the while, his blue eyes are on mine. He looks at me as if he hasn’t seen me in ages, and he doesn’t want to forget what he’s seeing right now. Not ever.

I study his face. His hair is slick with sweat, and beads of it drip down his forehead from the exertion. His skin is perfect, his nose straight like an arrow, and his eyebrows are the same sandy color as his hair. He’s a true, natural blond.

Keagan dips his head and brushes his lips against mine. He smiles at me, and his eyes glint, mischief creeping in.

I don’t have time to ask before he picks up his pace. My legs are spread, and he’s between them. He starts pounding into me, picking up speed until we’re back to him nailing me hard and fast. I cry out and give myself over to the sensations.

I am reduced to the perfect mix of pleasure and desperate hunger. He fucks me so hard that all I can focus on is the here and now, what goes on in my body, what is happening with him on top of me. Everything else falls away.

I close my eyes, and he is everywhere. On me, and in me. I smell his soap, strands of his cologne that still cling to his skin, and the glorious smell of sex that makes me want more and more of him. Every time.

As if he’s changed channels again, Keagan slows down. A part of me rejoices in the break. The intensity is more than I can handle, and I appreciate the opportunity to catch my breath. Another part of me protests and I sigh. It sounds like frustration and pleasure combined.

Keagan chuckles and presses his lips against mine again.

“You’re kissing me a lot more, lately,” I say when he breaks the kiss.

“It’s because you taste so good,” he says and kisses me again.

I smile against his mouth. He’s still moving his hips, but it’s slow enough for me to think, and I have a feeling that the kissing has a lot less to do with how I taste than what emotions pass between us.

I don’t want to think about emotions. I want to think about sex. I want to feel Keagan and think about only him. I need to go back to the bubble he created only a few minutes ago and let him take me away.

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him tightly against me. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. His hips buck against mine, and the sexual bliss that carried me away earlier returns in full force. I let out a sigh of satisfaction, but with his pounding into me, it comes out as a series of gasps.

He fucks me like this, with my legs around his hips and my ass lifted just a bit off the mattress. Then he stops.

I want to ask him if he is set on torturing me, if this is going to be the trend of the night. Then he reaches for my pillows. He lifts my hips with one hand, as if I weigh nothing. His cock is still inside me, and I’m surprised at how easy he makes it look.

Keagan tucks the pillows beneath my hips so that I’m lying at an angle. My legs are still loosely wrapped around his hips, and my ass is elevated. Keagan bends over me again, his hands braced on either side of my head. I look at him. His eyes slide hungrily over my body, and I can feel his stare like a physical touch. I shiver, and my nipples tighten.

Keagan grins and starts pumping into me again. At this angle, he pushes deeper than he has before, fucking me harder, and his cock hits my cervical wall. It’s a good pain that licks through my body, and I close my eyes and focus on the sensation. I’m aware of my jiggling breasts, of my hands on his shoulders, and the way his muscles ripple beneath my fingertips.

I cry out, my voice a loud echo of the pleasure he’s building inside me.

“Shh, baby girl,” he says in a breathy voice. “Not too loud.”

I know he’s referring to the neighbors. It’s rude to make this much noise at night, but he’s fucking me hard. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and I don’t know how to keep myself quiet. Our bodies have melded together, and I don’t know where my body ends and his starts. I’m lost in the sensations, and I don’t want to be found.

At this angle, he’s rubbing against my G-spot, working me up into a frenzy. I want the orgasm, want to lose control, and want to fall apart.

Keagan leans his weight to the side so he’s holding himself up with one arm. He puts his free hand on my shoulder and thumbs my collar bone. The sensation is strangely erotic. During sex, though, I don’t know any other sensation it could be.

His hand moves to my breast and he kneads the mound, his fingers sure despite his fucking. Who says a man can’t multitask? His fingers find my nipple, and he tweaks it, turning the nub like it’s a button, and it’s a direct line to my pussy and the pending orgasm. I buck my hips, and my body spasms.

He tugs on my nipple, squeezing and pulling, hard enough to make me shudder, but not so hard that it hurts. Keagan knows exactly what he’s doing, knows the fine line between pleasure and pain, and he’s with it always so that I don’t have to be. After a while, he lets go of my nipple, kneads my breast once or twice more, and continues to roam my body. His hand on my ribs is large enough to wrap around my side and make me feel delicate. He holds my body in place like that while he pushes into me, pulls out again, and keeps up the process.

I follow the line of my body with my eyes. My breasts are high up on my chest, due to the angle. My stomach looks flatter than flat, and my hip bones protrude in a way that’s sexier than when I’m standing. This angle is flattering. I watch Keagan’s cock as it disappears inside me, then reappears, slick with our fluids, white with the foam of his exertion. I can smell our sex, my scent mingled with his, and it smells of primal urges and pleasure.

His balls slap against my ass every time he enters me, and the sound makes a strange harmony with the squelching and sucking sounds that his cock makes when he enters and exits my body. Our grunts and moans lace the sounds of sex, and I close my eyes, listening to what it sounds like when we’re together.

Keagan’s hand makes its way down my body. His fingers flutter over my pubic mound, and then the tips slip into my slit. My legs are wide open, my body is at an angle, and he’s pushed up so that’s he’s standing on his knees, not leaning over me, now. My clit is on display, and his fingers probe it.

I jerk and moan. He chuckles as if it’s amusing and puts his finger against my clit again. He moves his fingers in circles, rubbing gentle spirals around my clit, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm and keeping me there.

I’m torn between the two sensations, the cock inside me and the fingers on my clit. The constant shift in focus draws the orgasm out so that it’s delicious torture. If I want to orgasm from his attention to my clit, Keagan will have to stop fucking me, and I don’t want that.

The feeling consumes me, and I’m balanced between his hand and his cock, hanging in a sort of orgasmic limbo.

The feeling builds more and more, the orgasm refusing to be kept at a certain level, and I feel like I will spontaneously combust. My skin is on fire, and my nerve endings sizzle with sensation. My limbs go numb, and I withdraw into a deep, dark part of myself.

Keagan’s pace picks up, and he fucks me harder, faster. The strokes shorten, and I know that he’s close, now. This is the grand finale. He’s building me up, and he’s pushing himself to the edge, too.

His finger assaults my clit, and I cry out, the heat that he’d been coaxing finally washing over me as the orgasm finally releases. I fall apart on the bed, his hand pressed against my clit, and it’s like my orgasm pushes him over the edge.

He jerks and spasms inside me, and with a sharp cry, he falls forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of my body. He shudders as he empties himself inside me. I gasp, my walls clamping down on him, and I’m hyperaware of his cock twitching inside me. My body does what it’s created to do and milks him dry, spasming in rhythm with him, until, finally, the orgasm releases me.

He collapses on top of me, breathing hard, and my heart hammers against his ribs. His chest rises and falls in time with mine.

Keagan lifts his head. His face is wet with sweat, and he regards me through hooded eyes. He pulls his hips backward and slips out of me, already softening. When he lies next to me, I have a wonderful sensation of complete satisfaction. I look at him, and I know I don’t have to ask him the way I did before.

I get off the bed and walk to the bathroom to clean up. When I return to the bedroom, he’s already under the covers, lying back on the pillow, eyes closed. I climb in bed with him, and he stretches out his arm so I can lie on his chest. He curls his arm around me and kisses my hair.

Exhaustion pulls over me like a blanket, and I let it draw me under, my body spent, my mind blissfully blank, and the sound of Keagan’s heartbeat right next to my ear.