I pulled our foreheads together and held his cheeks. “Promise me something.”
“What?”
“Never stop talking. Not when you’re going to be like this. You’re perfect, Ben.”
He assaulted me with an overjoyed kiss, a whimper escaping him as he cradled my face and waist. “No one’s ever called me that in my whole life, Jessie.”
“That’s their loss.”
Ben locked our bodies together, binding me in his arms and holding the nape of my neck with an unprecedented tenderness. His kisses were full of fire, like he’d never quench his thirst forme. He kept a hand at my neck as the other explored under my bra, down my side, up my thigh.
“I don’t know how to make you feel all the things I feel for you, Jessie.”
“Just keep going,” I said, scraping my hands over the planes of his back and grabbing a fistful of his rock-hard ass. His kisses traveled down my body as he pushed my underwear aside, rubbing gently over my clit.
“I need you to feel how much I need you.” His brows knit in desperation as he sank to his knees. “How much I’m helpless for you. You have all of me tied up in you, Jessalyn.”
How was he so poetic, so vulnerable with me? How was I falling in love again? It was easy. He gave me everything. He was fearless in that moment. He bared himself to me in every way.
He pulled my legs gently to scoot my ass to the edge of the counter, sinking his tongue into me.
“I’m at your mercy, Jessie. I won’t be happy until I give you every single thing you deserve, and even then, it’ll never be enough,” he said, diving back in to devour me. He was eating me out, but it was so much more than sex or physicality. This was spiritual. “For now, give me your body. I want every moan and every pulse to be mine.”
“Christ, Mikey,” I managed, on the verge of tears. “It’s yours. I want you to have it.”
After a long suck, he said, “Say it again.”
“It’s yours, Ben. I’m yours.”
He rewarded me with the frenetic pace of his tongue, and I pushed my hips into his face, grabbing hold of his hair. The bathroom counter bit into my ass, only held up by it and his strength. The pinch of pain and the intense pleasure of his mouth melded together until I was dancing at the edge of heaven. Ben’s thick fingers slid inside me, and he looked up with a salacious grin. Where I would have been scared to move Cole where I wanted him, I knew Ben could take it. I fisted his hair and showed himwhere I needed him.
Ben raised his eyebrows at me as he sent his tongue over my clit again and again. I thrust against his face, his tortured groan sounding. And there I was, coming in my new boyfriend’s face on the bathroom counter. I hit my head on the wall behind me as I slumped back, Ben giving me a concerned yet amused look. He stood to kiss me, pulling me forward.
“That okay for you, Jessie?” He smiled between kisses.
“Yep. Real okay.”
He laughed, a delicate, shy kind of laugh.
“Okay if I haul you over to our bed and get inside you?”
“More than okay.”
Ben lay me down on our bed, crawling on top of me to kiss me deeply. I reached for him between my legs, letting him press into me without interrupting our torrent of kisses. He pulled back and looked down at me as he pushed in the final inch, eyes rounded.
“Jessie, I,” he started, “I feel like I... you’re just so perfect. I don’t know how I’ve been without you my whole life.”
Yeah, we were in the middle of having sex, but Mikey was feeling something big. I was, too. But I couldn’t tell him that kind of thing while we were having sex, and I didn’t want him to confuse sex with love. But it did feel right in the moment.
“I know,” was all I could manage. He planted his face in my neck, curling into me slow, deep, and hard. “I need you, Ben.”
“Not near as bad as I need you.”
His hands slipped under my back as he raised us upright, scooting to sit on the edge of the bed with me facing him in his lap. Admiration flowed between us as I rode him, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. Most men I’d been with just stared at my tits in that position, but Ben watched me. My face. My eyes. It got so intense that I felt like I might cry, the gravity of what passed between us overwhelming me. We were falling, hard. And while I wanted it, and felt the same way, I wasn’t ready to be so serious.
I pressed his face into my breasts, guiding a nipple to his mouth. He closed his eyes reverently as he sucked, then moved to the other breast. He moaned out my name as he dropped kisses all over my breasts, my chest, and my collarbones.
“Please never leave me,” he blurted out, then got a distant look as his brain left the present.
