17
BENITO
“We havetwenty minutes before I have to leave for the restaurant.” As soon as I close the door to my condo behind us, I have Willow pressed against the door.
“Plenty of time,” she breathes, already tugging at the bottom of her sweatshirt.
I unzip my jeans and kick off my shoes, then throw myself against her, pressing my chest against hers. Her top is off, only a paper-thin bra separating us.
“Mine,” I growl, shoving aside the fabric of her cup and sucking her nipple deep into my mouth. “This is mine, and this…” With my mouth occupied on her breast, I bend down and grab her ass with both hands. “Willow, you’re fucking perfect. Your body, your…”
“Less talking, more sucking,” she begs, arching her back.
I swirl the tip of my tongue over her hard nipple, scraping the peak with my top teeth in my frenzy to taste her, claim her. I’ve fucked her almost every day since I met her, but every time I kiss her, it’s like a hunger inside me demanding more, more, more. I’ll never get sick of this. I’ll never get enough of her.
She whimpers my name as I graze my teeth lightly across her flesh. “Benny…”
I move my mouth from her tits to her lips, and she grabs my head, fisting my hair with greedy hands. We feast on each other’s mouths, tasting and prodding, our tongues clashing like two people who’ve been starved for each other.
This is just part of why I know I’m falling in love with Willow Watkins. I can’t imagine being with a woman who doesn’t ignite my body and stimulate my brain. She’s everything. Not just a snack. She’s sustenance. And I want to devour her, consume her.
My cock is throbbing inside my briefs, and I pant kisses into Willow’s mouth while she strokes me through the soft fabric. “My bed,” I groan. “Now.”
She starts to move, but I stop her by sweeping her into my arms.
“Benny.” She laughs, but she wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face against my cheek. We try to kiss as I stumble toward my room with her in my arms, but I can’t see, and I smack her knee into the door frame.
“Oh my God.” My eyes fly open at the sound. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
She’s laughing and waves me forward. “I’m fine, keep going. I’m fine.”
Both of us laughing, I set her gently down on the bed, and she lies back, watching as I shed the last of my clothes.
“You have like fifteen minutes,” she says, her eyes wide. There is a flush across her chest that I want to lick, shoulder to shoulder, neck to navel. For a minute, I seriously consider calling in to work. I’ve never done it. Never blown off work for anyone. And I can’t start now. That would be a very dangerous habit. Knowing how I feel about Willow, Benito’s would be closed by Christmas.
“More than enough time,” I say.
I run my hands up her thighs, grip the waistband of her yoga pants, and tug them and her panties off in one pull. One of herbreasts is poking out from her bra cup, and her pussy is bare for me, her legs open and waiting.
She’s the most delicious sight I’ve ever seen.
I drop onto the bed and lie on top of her, positioning my throbbing cock between her legs. “I want you in every way possible. I want this forever,” I grunt, nudging my cock against her drenched entrance. “Tell me you want this, Willow. I want to hear you say you want me.”
“Fuck yes, I want you,” she says, her hands clawing at my ass. “Fuck me, Benny. God, I need this. I need you.”
That’s all I need to hear. I piston my hips and drive all the way inside her so fast and so deep, we both cry out. The pleasure is so exquisite, so complete, I have to slow myself down or I’ll pound her until I come. And I want more than that for her.
“Fuck me,” I tell her. “Move, baby.”
She’s underneath me, but she widens her legs and I hold her knees open with my palms. She thrusts her hips up while I roll mine in time with hers, our movements so frantic, so rushed, my balls slap against her ass. She wriggles and moans, gasps and begs me for more, harder, and I give her everything I have.
Everything I know she wants.
In and out, in and out, I press her knees wider, opening her more, my cock driving deep until finally she screams my name. “Benny. Oh fuck.”
I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around me, milking my cock. She’s so wet, I have to grit my teeth and curl my toes to hold back just a little longer. She’s crying, tears on her cheeks, moaning my name as she jerks her hips harder against mine. “So good,” she murmurs. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her breathing is ragged, her beautiful lips dry from panting, and a sheen of sweat breaks out across her hairline. I lean down and claim her mouth, kissing her and releasing her knees. I support my weight with my arms, but as soon as she claws at myback, pulling me closer, rubbing her tits against my chest, I lose it, lose every ounce of control. I fall off the cliff, coming hard and hot deep inside her.
