Under my heated gaze, his limp cock starts to stiffen again.
He stares down at me with an odd gleam in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I think you’ll be able to figure that out in a matter of seconds.”
Reluctant, but so turned on, I search for my words. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
He drops his head and lightly licks up my thigh. “Don’t overthink this, Maggie. Just lie back.”
“Keen,” I call out in desire, “I know you’re up to something.” I try to protest, but I end up moaning instead.
Ignoring my attempt to get him to spill the beans, he drives his tongue into my pussy, thrusting it in and out and in and out in the most delicious way.
That mouth.
I grip his hair. “Oh God, yes!” I scream as his tongue drives me to a state of near insanity.
I can’t believe how quickly he is bringing me to orgasm again. And I can’t believe how much I want it. Need it.
Desire builds fast and the pleasure starts to overtake my entire body. I am rising higher and higher and higher. I’m on the brink. “Oh God, don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
And then like a car hitting a brick wall, he just stops.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
“Do you like that?”
I wrinkle my nose in confusion. “Yes, you have to know I do.”
He doesn’t respond. Instead he drives his tongue into my pussy again and brings me slowly back to the brink.
“That’s it,” I call out. “Oh, God, that’s it.”
And just as before, he stops.
I glare down at him. On his knees, with his face between my legs, lips glistening with my desire.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I say impatiently.
He does it two more times.
By then I am practically whimpering.
No man has ever dared to tease me like this. If anyone had, I would have simply stood up and ordered him to leave. I have no intention of doing such a thing right now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t if he pushes me too far.
Keen licks his shimmering lips. “You taste so good, I think I might do this all night.”
No way.
No way is he doing this all night.
I can’t take it.
I can’t take his teasing anymore, so I beg and give up control, both at the same time. “Please, Keen. Please. I’m begging you. Don’t stop.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Tell me you like when I’m in control.”
He’s so pushing it, and yet, I have to admit, I rather like it. “I do like giving up control.”
His grin is wide. Cat-that-ate-the-canary wide.
I have to narrow my eyes.
He ignores my stare and drops his head back down.
And right now I don’t care about anything else because his face is right where I want it, and unlike the way too many times before, this time he doesn’t stop. He licks and sucks me until I see unicorns and rainbows and stars and scream out in pleasure.
And then, just to be nice, he does it again.
When I’m spent, he pulls me up into his arms. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Putting on my most serious face, I tell him, “You can go now.”
He narrows his eyes at me.
I raise a brow.
And then he smirks at me.
Damn it! He’s too good.
“Have you not learned your lesson yet?” he says, rolling me onto my back and pinning my arms over my head. “Because like I said, I can taste you all night.”
“Uncle!” I shout.
“Uncle? I’m not tickling you.”
“I know, but it’s all I could think of.”
Together, in a fit of laughter, we find our way to the head of the bed.
I turn and rest my head on his chest.
He rolls me over to spoon me.
I roll back. “Keen,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Maggie?” he asks in the sexiest, raspiest sex-induced voice I’ve ever heard.
“When you asked who fucked me over in the head, I lied to you. I never talk about this. Makayla knows, and she is the only one besides my mother.”
“You can trust me.”
I nod. “It was my father, and I was nine years old.”
In a flash, he rises on his elbows, gripping the sheets. “What do you mean?”
I lift my gaze to his. “Nothing like that. For as long as I could remember, whenever I’d ask my mother who my father was, she’d say he was a very important man who had very important work to do for the state of California. She never told me he was the governor, but I knew he was. His picture hung in the hall of our school, and every day I’d stare at his image and wish he’d come for me. I imagined him riding in on a white horse and taking me away. How silly is that?”