He looks good.
Probably too good to be true.
But you already know this, even though Keegan has denied it time and time again, that he just doesn't see it.
The fucker is too handsome for his own good, and you make it a habit to remind him, just how fucking gorgeous/handsome/sexy he is.
Even though he is tired, you can see the small glint in his eyes, as he steps into the room.
The gray sweatpants leave nothing to the imagination as Keegan steps into the room, running the towel through his freshly washed hair.
You can see the small droplets of water, caressing his scarred chest; can see the way his muscles tighten as he tries to dry himself off.
You can taste the salt in the air, can smell his cologne and the hints of your shampoo he likes to steal.
And suddenly you are awake.
"What's all this, baby?" Keegan tosses the towel on the desk chair.
You don't know what to say, as your feel your insides stirring.
You feel the heat, and rush of excitement, as Keegan studies you.
There's a slight tremble wrecking its way through your body the longer he stands there.
He looks both delicious and sinful all in one...
But Keegan knows you and know that look as you try to keep your inner thoughts at bay.
"Need something baby?"
The smug bastard knows what he is doing... Trying to get arise out of you.
He likes when you take control... When you demand his attention, and everything about him.
Keegan is home on leave, and is tired of taking control, he is willing to hand over the reins – he trusts you with his life... With his mind, body, soul, and heart.
Keegan sits on the bed, eyes never leaving your hold, "I'm right here doll face... Just tell me what you want, and you can take it..."
Your body moves to its own accord, body fitting perfectly in between his thick thighs, as his hands rest loosely on your hips.
You run your fingers through his hair, he has grown it out just a bit, and you like the look on him...
Gives you something to grab onto.
You can feel the remnants of water dripping from his hair, as you tug and pull at the ends of his hair, needing to look into those baby blues.
Your lips hover over his, as you breath in his minty breath, his hands slither down to the ample curve of your ass, as he tugs you closer.
"I want to ride you," you press a kiss to the corner of his lips, enjoying the feel of the slight tremble coursing through him.
"Will you let me ride you, sweetness?" You press a kiss to each cheek.
"Fucking hell baby," Keegan's voice wavers.
You give him no time to think as you push him on the bed and straddle his narrow hips.
"Let me show you just how, I've missed you."
You have covered every inch of exposed skin in kisses, bites marks, and red claw marks.
You were enjoying the moment.
The sight before you is a beautiful wreck.
The trembling mess, as Keegan became feverish under your spell.
His chest is bright red from your bites and nails – you can feel his heartrate beating, as each drag of your skin against his is like heaven.
You can feel his painfully hard erection pressing against clothed core, the longer you tease him.
He whimpers your name, begging in broken pleads.
He doesn't want you to stop, but he is desperate to feel you.
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The way Keegan has a hold on you is indescribable and unholy.
You've been at this for the last two hours.
Riding him for all he is worth, as you bring both of you closer and closer to your release – only to stop just short.
You want this to last.
You want to see how long it takes before Keegan breaks and takes control.
His grip on you, is like a vice... You can already feel the bruising starting to form, and it only makes your grip on him tighter.
You'll wear these bruises with pride.
You feel the coil in your belly bending, and swaying as you roll your hips against his.
There is a pleasant mist in the air, as the scent of sex rides on your tongue.
"Baby doll," Keegan's hold on you becomes slippery as beads of sweat cover you.
"That's it Keegan," you slow your movements, feeling the shiver nestle itself in the bottom of your spine.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," his hands move up your body, grabbing onto your breasts.
You lean forward, nipping at his chin, and jaw, "You ready to come baby?"
