“Hard to say for sure, need to research,” he smirks as he leans down. There’s less teasing this time, more…everything. We’re unhinged. I touch as much of his bare torso as I can, squeeze his huge biceps and then reach and grip him through his jeans. I savor the way he shudders.
He moves down, kissing past my navel and stopping at the start of my leggings. He looks up at me. One lock of hair falls over his gorgeous face, his blue eyes gleam. He looks hungry. He raises an eyebrow.
“Yes! Please, yes,” I say, pulling my pants off.
“Let’s see…” he says, just barely running his fingers along the edge of my panties. “I remember something about no teasing?”
“Right, no, come on, I’m already ready.”
He looks up at me from between my legs, shoulders bulging as he tugs the lace down. “Funny you think you’re in control here.” I moan involuntarily. “Sorry, darling, but you are not.”
I shudder and whimper at his commanding tone, at this different side of him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. And I kind of love it.
He starts over, kissing my mouth, then my neck working down slowly.Too slowly!He kisses my stomach, my legs, my thighs, everywhere but where I want until I…I might be actually dying. I am writhing, panting, dripping.
“Look at you, wife,” he says, spreading my thighs wide and staring. “You’re making a mess of our couch, love.”
“Bennnnn!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”
Then his tongue is finally on me, exploring me. He hums in appreciation, a low, sexy vibration that just makes every touch feel even better, unbelievably. “Grab the cushions, Janelle.”
“W, what?”
“Hold on. I’m going to take you with my tongue now.” He says and then he…
I…
I can’t think.
Sucking, spearing, kissing, fingers, tongue..
Holyyyyy…
“BEN!”
I black out for a second. I must’ve, because as I come down from yet another lightning-fast, life-altering orgasm, still quaking, I see my billionaire, towering over me. He’s pulled himself out of his jeans and is already rock hard and glistening.
“Grab your tits.” He barely can say.
I moan again, obeying his growly command. I barely obey before his eyes go wide and he detonates all over my stomach. His mouth hangs open as his brows tense in the sexiest way, and he has to hold the back of the couch to stay upright.
“What…that…” he breathes a few seconds later.
“Good?” I smirk up at him.
“I think my soul just left my body.”
“Same,” I sigh.
He looks down at me, at what I’m pretty sure is a disheveled sticky mess, and bites his lip. He doesn’t hide that he likes what he sees. A shiver runs over me, but not from cold. Still, he catches it.
“Right, let me get a cloth.” He pushes off the couch. As he goes to the hall bathroom he calls back, “Then we can go again.”
“What? Benedict, no. That was it.”
“Well, then I can’t just leave the room, I’d better leave the house,” he murmurs on his way back. “The whole bloody state.”
