Understanding a Storm

23. Stormy Blues

☆☆☆ Low and behold, the cringe worthy sex scene. Coming up shortly. If you don't like, watch out for the stars and skip. Mkay? Mkay.☆☆☆

We arrived at the hotel shortly after a few times of stumbling around. Keon kept his promise and carried me throughout the whole walk of the venue to the hotel. It was a fairly short distance, but with my aching feet, it really did make a difference.

"Oof!" I groaned when Keon tossed me on the bed. He shifted to my right, then plopped down beside me. We stayed like that for a while until I couldn't bear the silence. With my profound drunken mind, I felt quite bold.

"I have a question," I raised my hand childishly. He craned his head to face me, "And what is that?" I turned my head to meet his gaze and felt my lips automatically tug to a smile.

"Who's the better kisser?" I blurted out. It's a silly question, but I was curious.

"Me of course," he instantly answered. I felt the bed dip before he flipped us around. Resulting with Keon's figure looming over me. He supported his weight by propping his elbows, placed to both sides of my head. Trapping me in an intimate position.

"Why would you even ask?" He shot me a playful wink. I hummed for a bit, distracting myself by trailing the pads of my fingers over his abs. Though he was still wearing his finely crisped suit, I could perfectly feel his perfectly sculpted abs.

"I think it's a tie," I shrugged. He rolled his eyes in protest. I grinned at that, twirling my fingers in his dirty blonde locks. With a little tug, I pulled his face close to initiate a deep kiss. We moved our lips in sync with our tongues melting together. This went on until our lungs begged for air.

"Okay maybe it's a tie," he admitted after breaking the kiss to finally breathe. I found myself bubbling with laughter, while he grumbled and showered my face with loving kisses. His kisses trailed lower, down to my neck where he obviously left love marks. I moaned from the spine tingling sensation it brought me. Both from feeling ticklish and something I found described only as pleasurable.

"Can I?" He asked when he abruptly stopped the kisses on my collar bone. I looked down at the now crumpled cotoure dress Brooke will surely yell at me for.

"Yes," I breathed out. Keon carefully zipped down the torso part of the dress to reveal my breasts now only covered with my bra. He slipped it off, while I readily held my arms up to guide him.

"I want this off too," I pointed at his dress shirt. He grabbed my hands and placed them by the buttons giving me free reign. My hands shook as I unbuttoned his dress shirt off, leaving him shirtless. His eyes stared deep into mine conveying all his love. The love I never thought I'd be able to attain.

"I won't go too far if you're not ready. Stop me when you feel uncomfortable, okay?" He held both my hands and gave them multiple kisses.

"O-okay," I stuttered out. We kissed once more to calm my nerves. He broke the kiss off and started to trail hot kisses from my jaw, all the way down to the top of my breasts. My hands instinctively roamed his broad shoulders and muscular arms as I gasped for air. Every skin he touched went up in pleasurable flames, more so when his large hands cupped my breasts.

I released a pleasure filled moan as he massaged them with great care, as well as twiddling with my nipples. My hands slid down to his covered manhood and there I felt him hard. I matched the rhythm in which he would caress my breasts, until his hands went down to my waist. Pleasure filled goosebumps littered all over me as he trailed invisible circles along my stomach.

"Wait," I managed out. He pauses and lifts his gaze to meet mine. With a slight smile, "Yes love?"

"Do you... uh," I cleared my throat growing embarrassed. I was finally ready and here I was ruining the mood.