ChapterSix
KEATON
Calm isn’t something I’ve been in the last six years, but here with Elsy in my arms, that’s all I feel. Maybe part of me always knew this would happen, but I’ve been too afraid of hurting her to go after her. Until now.
“What does that mean?” Her eyes are so bright that I can see the hope in them.
“It means you’re still mine, Elsy.”
I cut off her next question when my lips connect with hers. This time when I kiss her, I pull her fully against me and into my arms. I should be careful and go slowly, but all I can think about is never letting her go. The kiss is more than I ever imagined, and as her mouth glides over mine, I moan in pleasure.
Before I know what’s happening, I’ve got her on the bed, and I’m on top of her. My hands are pushing her legs apart so I can get between them, and now she’s the one that’s moaning. Her fingers go in my hair, and her tongue licks mine. It’s dirty and hot, and I wonder if she’s been thinking of this moment as long as I have.
I want to tear this fancy dress off of her and lick every soft inch of this beautiful body. Then I want to know what her pussy tastes like and how deep I can get my tongue inside her.
Part of me knows I should slow down and maybe even stop, but I’ve fantasized about getting her back, and now that I’m here with her, I don’t think there’s anything that could pull me away.
My hands slide up her thighs, and my fingers find her panties. “I want to kiss you here too,” I say as I graze my knuckles over the wet material. “You’ll let me, won’t you, sweet girl?” Her back arches as her hips bear down on my hand. “I’ll be the first one too. Right? You saved it for me, Elsy. I know you did.”
“Key.” She’s breathless as her head falls back and she rocks against my hand.
“You saved it for me because it’s mine. I’ve had my name on this since the first time we kissed.” I lean closer and whisper in her ear. “And maybe even before then; when I shouldn’t have.” Her panties get wetter, and I tug them to the side just a little. I grunt when I swipe the tip of my finger through her desire and feel her dripping. “Did you get this wet when you rubbed your pussy and pretended it was me?”
“You’re so dirty.” Her eyes are closed tightly, and I smile down at her as I keep teasing her soft opening.
“I think you like it.” She doesn’t deny it as I bend down and bite her nipple over her dress. She squeals and nearly comes off the bed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It’s my birthday. Aren’t you going to give me a present?” She looks up at me with hooded eyes, and I see the mischief in them.
“I’ve got you a present, but I’m not giving it to you now, not here.” When she starts to protest, I push my fingers into her wet heat and curl them inside her. Her words are cut off as her mouth opens, and I move to the edge of the bed. “But I’ll give you a little present now.”
I kneel on the floor as I grab her hip with my free hand and easily tug her to the edge. Her pussy is right in front of my face, and as my fingers touch the places I’ve always dreamed of, I bite her panties and rip them off of her with my teeth.
She cries out when the material tears, but I don’t give her time to think about it before my mouth covers her pussy. Warm, wet heat rubs against my face as I lick up her center and then suckle her clit. I should probably drag this out so it lasts longer, but the only thing I can think about is getting her off. I’m obsessed with her pleasure, and getting her off is my life’s mission.
“Holy shit, Key. Where did you learn how to do that?” She grips the sheets and moans louder as I keep licking.
“I’m just speaking Spanish to your pussy,” I say, and for a second she laughs and then I take my fingers from her pussy and replace them with my tongue. Immediately, her thighs lock around my head, and I feel her nails dig into my scalp.
“Oh god, don’t stop.”
Her voice is high-pitched like I’ve never heard it, and I have to get her off. No, I need to get her off. With one last twist of my tongue inside her, I go back to her clit and cover it with my mouth. One gentle suck, and that’s all it takes to send my sweet girl over the edge.
It’s fucking beautiful watching her climax and seeing her lost in pleasure. I memorize every second of it like it’s my last moment on earth, and I pray that this moment never ends.
As gently as possible, I caress her thighs and kiss the inside of them as she comes down. I close my eyes and inhale her scent, desperate to have it branded on the inside of my body. “Happy birthday, Elsy,” I say, and she lets out a little giggle.
“Best present ever.”
“You haven’t seen your real gift yet,” I tease, and she sits up.
Elsy was never the girl that asked for things or expected anything from her parents. Which is why it was always so fun to spoil her. That’s what I want to do from here on out: spoil her and make up for all the lost time.
Just as I’m about to get up, I glance at the inside of her thighs, and I’m shocked to see bruises already beginning to form on her soft skin.
“Fuck,” I say to myself as I inspect them on the other side and see them there too. “Elsy, I think I hurt you.” I push her knees together, and on the outside of her hips it’s even worse. “Oh my god.”
“Really? I didn’t feel it at all.” She says it nonchalantly as she sits up to look at it, and all I can do is take a step back.