keeps his back to me and pulls his shirt off over his head and drops it on the floor. Licking my lips, I allow my eyes the pleasure of travelling slowly down the corded muscles of his back. Tattoos cover most of his upper body, and I let out a strangulated groan when he drops his pants, leaving his bare ass naked to my eyes. I stare, mesmerized, until I’m face to face with his hard cock. My eyes fly up and clash with his amused expression, heat flooding my cheeks. “Would you like to join me?” he asks with a grin. “I-I’m sorry,” I stammer, rushing out of the bathroom and slamming the door closed on his laughter. I rest my head back on the door and close my eyes in shame. My clit still pulses with need and I suppress a groan. Traitorous body. Pushing away from the door I climb back into bed and try to ignore the thought of Keets’ wet, naked body just on the other side of the door. The water turns off and I half close my eyes as the bathroom door opens. He walks through the office wearing a white towel hung low on his hips.
I watch through my eyelashes as he drops the towel and pulls on a pair of boxers. He folds himself up like a pretzel on the couch, and I stifle my laugh with a cough.
“Stop laughing at me,” he growls, which causes me to laugh harder.
“Come on,” I say with a grin, sliding over and lifting the blanket. “There’s plenty of room for us to share.” I freeze as what I just said sinks in, and my eyes widen as he swings his legs over the side of the couch and sits up, watching me warily.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks. I lick my suddenly dry lips and mutely nod, watching as he stands and makes his way over to the bed. As he sits down on the edge of the mattress, my breath quickens as I get my first glimpse of his well-defined back. I gasp, though, when I see the jagged, angry scars that crisscross all the way down his tanned back. Most are covered by tattoos, but there’s no way he could cover all of them without becoming a walking canvas.
“What is it?” he asks, turning to face me as he hears my gasp. The scars are forgotten as I see his bare chest, covered in more tattoos and… fuck me… he has a nipple piercing. How did I not notice that before? I squeeze my thighs together as I feel my clit start to throb with need.
Keets slides under the blanket and I roll away from him, closing my eyes as I pretend to try and sleep. It takes just a minute, though, before his hand rests on my bare hip, drawing light circles with his fingertips. I shiver and he wraps his arm tightly around my middle section, drawing my back against his warm front. His breath is hot as he kisses the back of my neck lightly before tucking me in to him. His hand runs across my ribs and accidentally? brushes across my strained nipple. I give another shiver and he does it again. This time, there’s no mistaking his intention. I hold my breath and lay perfectly still as his skilled fingers pluck a tune against my swollen nipple, pulling and twisting it until I gasp and roll over in his arms. I see Keets smile in the moonlight and he rests on an elbow above me and uses his free hand to brush a strand of hair away from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the corner of my lips. I moan as he threads his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss. My lips open beneath his and his tongue darts inside, lightly dueling with my own. I arch up as his hand sweeps a deliciously slow path across my ribs and back up to my chest, cupping one breast as his thumb strokes the nipple through my tank top. “Keets,” I groan, dragging my mouth away from his.
“Shh,” he whispers and I feel his fingers brushing the edge of my panties. “I know what you need.” My legs fall open to allow him access, and he wastes no time sliding his hand under the light material, his fingers caressing the full lips of my pussy. He slides a lone finger between the
I watch through my eyelashes as he drops the towel and pulls on a pair of boxers. He folds himself up like a pretzel on the couch, and I stifle my laugh with a cough.
“Stop laughing at me,” he growls, which causes me to laugh harder.
“Come on,” I say with a grin, sliding over and lifting the blanket. “There’s plenty of room for us to share.” I freeze as what I just said sinks in, and my eyes widen as he swings his legs over the side of the couch and sits up, watching me warily.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks. I lick my suddenly dry lips and mutely nod, watching as he stands and makes his way over to the bed. As he sits down on the edge of the mattress, my breath quickens as I get my first glimpse of his well-defined back. I gasp, though, when I see the jagged, angry scars that crisscross all the way down his tanned back. Most are covered by tattoos, but there’s no way he could cover all of them without becoming a walking canvas.
“What is it?” he asks, turning to face me as he hears my gasp. The scars are forgotten as I see his bare chest, covered in more tattoos and… fuck me… he has a nipple piercing. How did I not notice that before? I squeeze my thighs together as I feel my clit start to throb with need.
Keets slides under the blanket and I roll away from him, closing my eyes as I pretend to try and sleep. It takes just a minute, though, before his hand rests on my bare hip, drawing light circles with his fingertips. I shiver and he wraps his arm tightly around my middle section, drawing my back against his warm front. His breath is hot as he kisses the back of my neck lightly before tucking me in to him. His hand runs across my ribs and accidentally? brushes across my strained nipple. I give another shiver and he does it again. This time, there’s no mistaking his intention. I hold my breath and lay perfectly still as his skilled fingers pluck a tune against my swollen nipple, pulling and twisting it until I gasp and roll over in his arms. I see Keets smile in the moonlight and he rests on an elbow above me and uses his free hand to brush a strand of hair away from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the corner of my lips. I moan as he threads his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss. My lips open beneath his and his tongue darts inside, lightly dueling with my own. I arch up as his hand sweeps a deliciously slow path across my ribs and back up to my chest, cupping one breast as his thumb strokes the nipple through my tank top. “Keets,” I groan, dragging my mouth away from his.
“Shh,” he whispers and I feel his fingers brushing the edge of my panties. “I know what you need.” My legs fall open to allow him access, and he wastes no time sliding his hand under the light material, his fingers caressing the full lips of my pussy. He slides a lone finger between the
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