Their kiss continues on. They pause only briefly for a few pants of breaths, their lips clinging together hungrily, melding them together.

His body feels like it's on fire, muscles rigid to keep himself in check. Fuck, he's so hard right now it hurts. They finally break the kiss with a gasp. Sweetjane's lips are damp and swollen, and he has a sudden brief picture of those same lips on his body. Finally he finds the words to speak, his voice raw with need. "If you want to stop, that's f-fine with me. But we should probably do that now before either of us goes any further."

Sweetjane slips her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, so close his lips brush hers lightly again. 'I want ya," she whispers against his lips. He leans back for a minute, gazing at her face as the full measure of her words sink in. Her blue-grey eyes are soft with invitation, there's a soft beguiling smile that he is finding sexy as hell. Keith leans his head forward, touching her nose playfully with his own. There was a look in his own ice blue eyes that said all he possibly couldn't in that moment. He's glad her bus isn't very long and he pulls her down by her bed, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose before letting her up again.

"Take off the skirt," he asks gently. "I want to see you and I don't think I can last much longer."

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slowly slides the garment down, fixing her gaze upon his face. Slowly, she slides the garment over her hips and trailing of the tops of her thighs before letting it drop with a whisper at her feet. Keith could hear his own sharp intake of breath as she delicately steps out of the fabric. He admires the woman before him greedily — her sloping shoulders, a thin torso with tiny pointing breasts with dark almost wine colored nipples, the sight of her steels all thought. Her waist dips at the navel, gently flaring into generous but well-proportioned hips, sloping down to thick thighs and tidy calves. He was genuine surprised to see that most of the scarring was on her face. Two pale pink dots under her left nipple and a matching even older pair just under her right inner elbow. He thinks she might have been a mother once due to the surgically neat slash mark in between her navel and the triangular nest of dense cream colored curls. He turned even redder and raised his eyes to her face. There was something tugging at his gut, she looks so vulnerable. He doesn't want to rush her, even though his own desire has been screaming for her with every breath. Then he pulled her back down to him, which she follows willingly.

His lips were warm and soft, giving way to a kiss that is gentle, caring, and blessedly unhurried. She leans into the embrace, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, drawing strength from his body and more confidence from him with each loving caress. She genuinely appreciates that he is holding back, taking his time, enough that she swears she can feel him holding back. She sighs into the kiss as his hands stroke the base of her spine before cautiously kneading her thighs. Soon the kiss turns hot and frantic, his tongue insistent.

He pulls back to move his mouth to the middle of her throat, feeling her pulse's rapid wild beats. Sweetjane shivers as he moves up to her earlobe, give the soft flesh a gentle nip before kissing the joining of her jaw. Cautiously, he raises his hands to cover each breast in an open palm, thumbs stroking her nipples. When he couldn't stand it any longer, Keith lowers his head and takes one into his mouth. He kisses and suckles and tugs it gently between his lips, and smiling when the nipple buds.

Sweetjane raises her hands to slip her fingers through his hair. She guides him as he pays homage to each breast, cradling his face close. That's all she does for a moment, merely holding and guiding him as feelings start to wash over her. They are intense and erotic… and they scare her a bit. They warm her lower belly and start spiraling upward and outward. Then the feeling in her stomach turns hot and starts to congregate between her thighs. She doesn't know what to do with this feeling of incredible pleasure and anticipation. That is until Keith stops to awkwardly remove the rest of his own clothing.

An image of Joel comes to her head as she watches him, which she gives a small shake to remove, making it look as if she had just shivered into anticipation. Sweetjane reaches out to touch Keith in reassurance, running her fingers through the sparse curls that had a few lines of scarring cut through. They weren't as extensive as the ones on his face, and seemed to line up with the few along his forearms. Now wasn't the time for her to ask what happened him, though it did intrigue her. She instead trails one hand over his sensitive stomach, delighting in the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch.

"Touch me," was all he said. She complies, lowering her hand to where the hair grows denser.

Keith screws his eyes shut as her soft fingers closed around his flesh. All he could hear in the moment was the blood roaring in his ears as she begins a gentle lover's caress. It wasn't long until he was fully hard and ready for her. He grips her wrist to still her hand, before raising it to his face and kisses her open palm.

He eases her back onto the bed, following as she gently lays back, the mattress creaking as it dips under the unfamiliar weight. He moves his mouth to kiss each breast, before continuing in small pecks down to her navel, dipping and swirling his tongue around her belly button. As he kisses his way over her stomach, his hands never quiet, stroking her soft round flesh. Finally, he probes between her thighs and dips his fingers inside. Keith grins as wide as he could when he finds what he wants.

"Sweetjane," he moans, the electric blue eyes glittering in the setting sun. She doesn't respond, only giving a loud sigh as his fingers make contact with the bud of her desire. Sweetjane's flushed thighs fall to the side as she arches against his hand as he works magic over her. He whispers words of encouragement against her throat… some sweet and tender, most where the fantasies he had had about her over the past few weeks. It wasn't long until she was sent over the edge as a shiver of absolute bliss shimmies itself up her body.

His mouth follows the same route as his hands, breath both tantalizingly hot and cool on her thighs. The touch of his tongue against her is so light, she could almost believe she imagined it. Her hand creeps down to grasp the back of his head, pulling him closer. He smiles against her before raising his head, causing her to whimper at the loss of contact.

"Could you…" he stutters for a moment, "Could you put your legs over my shoulders."

His mouth returns after she acquiesces. This time he's more urgent, allowing his tongue to alternately probe as deep as he could inside and flick lightly across the oversensitive bud. At the same time his hands are never still, stroking and kneading her body. He slips a hand under her hips lifting her so he can further partake of all she had to offer. She is both shocked and delighted as one of his fingers enters her, stroking her insides in time with his tongue. Nothing is off-limits, no out-of-bounds, sacred areas. She was all his for the taking and to hell with propriety. Under his ministrations, she couldn't help but writhe and squirm. She couldn't and wouldn't escape this feeling.

Keith breathes the very essence. He will live to be old and grey and he knows there will be no forgetting this erotic scent. Sweetjane was going to follow him through eternity, just like her mismatched blue-grey eyes that danced and the sound of her voice.

At long last, heat surges through her body, down her thighs and loins. It explodes like thunder in a white-hot flash that holds her in it's grip for several maddening seconds. She doesn't know how, but Keith matches her tempo, every frenzied movement. The tumult makes her body quake and leaves her trembling in its wake.

Her heart pounds as she watches him move over her. He grips her thigh under her knee to steady himself as he guides himself to her, pausing briefly before he enters her with one fluid thrust. The power of it lifts her hips a little off the bed.

They lay together as one for a moment as one, Keith propped on his elbows, admiring her beauty. He leans over to kiss her lightly on the lips before he slowly begins to move. Sweetjane's hot and tight, her flesh gripping him so sensuously he can't think straight. There's not a hair on his body that isn't totally sensitized to the woman beneath him. He doesn't believe it's possible for a man to feel so good and live to tell about it.

He kisses her again deeply, and she returns the kiss eagerly as her hips meet his steady thrusts. They move in complete unison as though in time to some dance tune, hard lines complimenting soft curves. He can just barely hear her breath quicken, and knows his own control is slipping with every heartbeat. Sweetjane cries out his name and arches against him, just as she had only moments before when he'd sip from her body. Then all control was gone. He gives one final thrust, hovering on the brink, before he shatters.

It takes several minutes before he feels the strength to raise his head from her shoulder. He's smiling at her, if it was possible he'd be grinning ear to ear. Sweetjane gives a surprised yelp as he rolls aside and gathers her into his arms. He sighs out of pure satisfaction.

"I was just thinkin' about how damn good we would be together," he says.

Sweetjane raises her hand to his chest. If she could reach them, she'd be having a cigarette. "So I guess I'm a distraction to ya?" she teases.

Keith laughs, "I guess you could say that. It's honestly been annoying as hell, sorta like havin' an itch ya can't scratch."

He shoots her another devilish grin and captures her hand in his. He squeezes it once before raising it to kiss her open palm before moving her hand back over him. "But I'm glad you're here, Sweetjane. You're the good kind of distraction."