Chapter 51: Dirty Kitchen

Keith sucked my lower lip then bit it, earning a moan from me. He then kissed me, tongue stroking deep like he wanted to reach the deepest parts of my being. It was frantic and carnal. It made my body burn with desire.

He kissed me like a starving man in the middle of the desert and I was his oasis. 

We're both lost in each other, kissing like there is no tomorrow while our hands grope and feel, wanting to discover. Keith then left my lips to rain kisses over my neck. It traveled to my right ear, nibbled for a while before he went down to my throat. 

My knees gave up supporting me so I leaned on the island counter with my eyes closed, gasping and writhing before him.

Keith sucked and nipped my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in its wake. I was grabbing on the edge of the counter for dear life because my legs were losing their balance. His left hand is grabbing my waist, holding me in place while the other hand cupped my breast.