“Oh, I’ll show you filthy,” she promised. “Get over here.” She let her eyes trail back up to his face. Yup, he was smirking, head tilted to the side as he continued palming himself. He didn’t move.

Oh, so he wanted to play right now? He would regret that. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off, then got rid of her shorts until she was just in her thong. Ah, now she had his attention because it wasn’t long before she had a face full of bobbing dick. She looked up as he stood over her.

“Ready or not,” she taunted.

They were too worked up to go slow, kisses wild, hands grasping, cupping, and kneading every bit of flesh they could reach. Cherisse arched into the touch between her legs. Her thong had gone the way of the floor at some point, so there was not a thing to stop Keiran’s fingers from exploring, dipping inside. She rode them shamelessly. She had a brief moment of self-consciousness when he replaced them with his tongue, licking at the juncture of her thigh and pelvis. The lights were on. There was no darkness or candlelight to hide flaws in its golden glow. She shook away the doubts, refused to let Sean’s words mar this for her. All such thoughts fled as Keiran worshiped at her flesh like he was having the finest feast.

She urged him on with the motion of her hips. With one last slow lick, Keiran raised his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her wetness from his lips. Fuck, that was hot. She pulled him in for a messy kiss, tasting herself, pressing into him as his hardness nudged her wetness. She needed him inside her now.

“Get that fucking condom on,” she ordered.

By the time he fumbled the condom on, Cherisse was so wet from his fingers and tongue she was ready to blow, but she was going to savor this, every slow slide, every groan that wrenched from him.

“Jesus, fuck...just...God...lemme just...” He flipped her around to her hands and knees, and oh, he couldn’t know how much she enjoyed this position, but he’d clue in soon. She threw a sultry look over her shoulder, eyes locked onto his hips as he drove forward, reveling in the feel of his hands as he gripped her hips. She wiggled back onto him, and Keiran groaned.

“Fuck, Cherisse.” His hand caressed her behind. She arched into him further. “You got a fucking dimple on each cheek. Who the fuck even has those?”

She chuckled for all of a minute until he sped up his thrusts, and her laugh dissolved into a loud moan. Keiran was all heat and grinding hips at her back, punctuated by his deep groans. “Yes, harder, fucking yesss,” she spurred him on, body arching further as one big hand came round to cup her breast. Lightning sizzled to center between her legs. She was so close to coming, so close. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying out when Keiran’s hips did this particular swirl move. Jesus, he was good at this.