Her hair had fallen back over her shoulder, so he brushed it back again. Then his hand lingered on the side of her face. “I think we’re all clueless sometimes.”
“Keith?” The lift in her tone made the word a question. Her hand was shaking in his grip.
He stepped over the line. Irrevocably. He used his free hand to cup her face and leaned forward into a kiss.
Just a light one. Gentle. A brush of her lips with his.
He heard her suck in a breath, and for a moment thought she’d pull back. But she didn’t. She grabbed for his shoulder and leaned toward him, deepening the kiss before he could.
The rush of joy and satisfaction and pleasure that erupted inside him was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He moved his mouth against hers more urgently, sliding his hand to the back of her head to hold her in place.
They were still holding hands, which was nice, but it was also inconvenient. He needed two hands to kiss her properly. So he finally released hers and spanned the side of her neck with his freed hand.
“Keith,” she gasped against his mouth. It sounded like a spontaneous exclamation. Not a question or an attempt to get his attention. So he made a wordless grunt of response and kept kissing her, his whole body tightening from the exquisite pleasure of it.
She was saying his name. Thinking about him. Kissing him and no one else.
She was sweet and soft and eager, and they were briefly awkward on the couch as she tried to move closer to him. He solved that problem by pulling her over onto his lap so her legs were straddling his hips and her body fit deliciously snug against his.
She seemed to like this position. She moaned into the kiss and started to make little wiggles against his groin.
He was fully aroused now. Embarrassingly fast. But since she was just as into the embrace, he decided it wasn’t a problem.
His hands lowered to span her ribs over the soft fabric of her top. The kiss broke with his move, but he didn’t let that slow him down. He kissed his way down the side of her neck until he found her throbbing pulse.
She dropped her head backward and let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard.
His hands weren’t behaving. They’d moved up toward her breasts. They were soft and heavy and full in his palms. She gave a sharp gasp and clutched at his shoulders.
“Is this okay, Serena?” he managed to ask.
“Don’t...”
He froze.
“Don’t stop.”
With a rush of relief, he let himself fondle her breasts over her shirt, learning the shape of them, the texture, the peak of her nipples. Soon she was so turned on she was rubbing herself shamelessly against him and making erotic little whimpers.
She needed to come. He could feel how urgent the need was in the tension of her body. In the wildness of her eyes. He wanted to bring her to orgasm. To give her that kind of pleasure and satisfaction.
“Keith,” she gasped, arching her back wantonly in his lap. “Keith, please. Please!”
“Can I touch you?”
He was already touching her, but she evidently knew what he meant. “Yes. Yes please.”
With a groan of something deep and primal, he slid his hands under the waistband of her stretchy yoga pants until he’d found where she was hot and wet. She lifted up to give him better access, and it wasn’t long before he’d gotten to her clit.
She gave a helpless sob as he rubbed her off, and in almost no time at all she came to a trembling orgasm that sounded like it surprised her.
He didn’t want it to be over yet, so he readjusted her on his lap so he could pump two fingers inside her before she’d even come down. He fucked her with his fingers—and her hips moved eagerly, trying to ride them—until she came again, this time biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her cries.
She collapsed in his arms when she stopped shaking, and he rubbed her clit slowly. She made a purring sound as she leaned her head against him. “Keith.”
“Yes?”
“You keep doing that and I’m going to come again.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t know. It feels kind of selfish. To come that many times when you haven’t come at all.”
“It’s not selfish if I want to do it.” He nuzzled the side of her head and rubbed her off until she came one more time in a quick little climax and release.
He couldn’t believe she was so responsive to him. That she came for him so easily. It filled him with a heady sort of pride that surely wasn’t good for a man.
He held her in his arms for several minutes as she relaxed, ignoring the drive of his own arousal. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to do now, and he didn’t want to put any pressure on her.
He was thinking about asking when her hands started to move. She undid the front of his jeans and drew them down with his underwear until she’d freed his erection.
“Serena,” he rasped.
“Fair’s fair,” she said with a little smile. Then she started to pump him with her hands.
Normally he was pretty good at sex. At least, he got a lot of compliments and women seemed to appreciate him afterward. But he was at his limit here—tonight—and he didn’t have anything like his normal control.
It took less than a minute for him to come with a rough sound, her little hands squeezing him exactly right.
He came in several spurts onto her shirt and collapsed against the couch, sated and spent.
She giggled and reached for a napkin he’d brought with the brownies but they’d never used. “I guess I should have gotten the napkin earlier. I’m kind of out of practice.”
“You’re not out of practice. You’re perfect.”
She snorted, but after she’d cleaned them up, she wrapped her arms around him, and they hugged for a minute in silence.
Then finally she whispered against his ear, “You’re perfect too.”
five
SERENA ENJOYED THE afterglow for a few minutes, sprawled over Keith’s lap.
It wasn’t until she’d caught her breath and her heartbeat slowed down that she started to realize what just happened.
She’d acted on instinct. Some sort of bone-deep need to have Keith. Take him. Connect with him. It was something she never would have done had she been thinking more and feeling less.
Her body tightened with a different kind of tension as reality gradually processed in her mind.
Keith must have felt it. He’d had his arms wrapped around her tightly, but now he loosened them and shifted a bit. “Y’okay?” His voice still had that slightly rough texture that made it sound intimate. Tender.
“Yes.” She sniffed and took stock of herself physically. She felt a faint soreness between her legs from Keith’s hand, but he hadn’t been rough, so it was an entirely pleasant sensation. Her face felt too hot. Her hair was sticking to the skin of her neck and cheeks. And her foot was in a strange position.
But overall she felt incredibly good. Like she’d gotten what she’d been wanting for a long time.
She was also very embarrassed.
Clearing her throat, she maneuvered herself off Keith’s lap, folding her legs beneath her. She wanted to hug herself, but she resisted the impulse. “Keith, I...”
She had absolutely no idea what she wanted to say.