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"Oh my god," I moaned, my head falling forward, my hands slid through his hair. He didn't hold back, his tongue pressed deeper, pushing past the resistance as he worked me.
He growled against me, the vibration making my legs tremble.
"You like that?" He asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper between my legs. He sucked and licked, his tongue exploring me.
"Yes," I cried out, my whole body shaking. "Yes, fuck!"
He hummed in approval. Gripping my hips harder as he opened my legs wider. His tongue reaching deeper. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking, making filthy wet sounds that echoed through the room.
I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I knew I was close, so close.
"I'm gonna—,"
He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice breathless and husky. "Then cum for me," he growled. "Let me finally taste all of you,"
That was all it took.
I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My entire body shivered as he continued to lick me through it.
Not even letting me up even as I came apart in his hands.
When I finally slumped forward panting, he stood up wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest.
Kieth pressed a kiss on the back of my neck, his lips wet and sticky from the taste of me and then I sighed flopping back on the bed again as he left to the bathroom.
I waited a few minutes for him to comeback and clean me up but when I heard the shower was on, I realized he wasn't even going to do it.
Honestly I kept thinking he was going to give me the treatment Aubrey always did, he would always clean me or carry me to the bathroom.
But Keith was not like that and I can see it now.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor and made my way to the downstairs bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Turning on the shower, I stepped under the water, letting it wash away the stickiness on my skin and the thoughts swirling in my head.
The hot water cascaded over me, and I closed my eyes, leaning against the cool tiles.
I ran my hands through my hair, sighing deeply. Why was I even doing this?
Trying to convince myself that moving on was this simple, that someone like Kieth could fill the spaces Aubrey left behind?
Once I was clean, I dried off and dressed, tying my hair back as I stared at my reflection in the small mirror.
When I came out of the bathroom, the house was quiet except for the faint creak of the floorboards upstairs. I headed to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water and sipping it slowly.
