Keaton went to suckle on your breast as soon as he said that. His teeth grazed against your nipple, the sharpness of it causing you to shudder. His hand held yours down on the railing, preventing you from touching him, feeling him, running your fingers along him. He went from your right breast to your left, mouth doing wonders to your rack. Your breathing was in pants, heavy and loud as his kisses and bites and tonguing went on. Then he trekked his kisses down from towards your navel, kissing you around your tummy.
You couldn’t help but laugh, giggling as his lips gave quick pecks all about your stomach. Hey, it was ticklish, that’s sexy too. You felt a smile as he gave a long kiss above your bellybutton, before he went lower…lower…lower…
They went back up to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot he’s been on since he first teased you in class.
You groaned loudly, wrists trying to get free from his grasp to get his face right where you want it to suck. He let you go then, opting to run his hands along your arms, down you sides and right at your thighs. Those very hands then went inwards, brushing along the hairs on your legs towards your wet core. You wiggled beneath his touch, your hands flying up to his hair to grab and hold and pull at.
His fingers hooked onto your underwear, dragging it down painfully slow. The cool air felt weird on you but his fingers altered that. They didn’t stroke. They didn’t rub. They went inside so quick you gave a cry at the same time he kissed you on your lips, muffling the sounds of your delight. He played abit in your clit, twirling his fingers inside of you that were making you moan into his kissing.
It was only when he hit the right spot did you actually shudder and gasped his name.