I raised my hips to meet him.
“Do you want to come like this, Ella?”
“Yes,” I said, panting. “And again with you inside me.”
In answer, he redoubled his efforts to send me over the edge. My heels pressed into his back, giving me leverage. I bunchedthe sheets in my fingers, nails digging in. He set a rhythm with his mouth that my body quickly caught, and soon my hips shifted back and forth with every pass of his tongue. Heat gathered in my core, spreading outward to light my nerve endings on fire.
“Ben,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
He latched his lips onto my clit and sucked. It was like someone poured gasoline on the fire. White light flashed behind my closed eyes. Pleasure roared through me. I lost the rhythm, giving myself over to it as wave after wave dragged me under.
I was still reeling when Ben pulled away to stand. Normally after an orgasm, I was sated, damn near lethargic, but the sight of him pulling off his jeans and boxers shot a thrill of adrenaline through me that had me immediately ready for round two.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes. And it’s been eight months since I’ve been with anyone. I got tested afterwards, so I know I’m still clean.”
He wiped his thumb over his glistening lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth, eyes closing as he savored the last taste of me.
Oh my God.
He opened his eyes and pulled his finger free. “I have you beat. It’s been over a year for me, and same.”
My gaze slid down his body. His dick was proportional to the rest of him, so, it was huge. Good thing I already came, because it had been so long since I’d done this that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stretch comfortably around him otherwise.
“Condom?” he asked.
I lifted my gaze back up, taking my time before I answered. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The muscles, the tattoo, the face, the eyes, the empathy, the humor, the kindness. Everything aboutthe man was gorgeous. When our eyes met, I shook my head. “No condom.”
“How do you want it?” he all but growled.
Holyfuckingshit.
“However you want to give it to me,” I told him. I was desperate now.
His eyes smoldered. “Missionary then. I want to see your face when I make you come again.”
I moved backward on the bed, watching him crawl toward me, relishing in the sight of his shoulders bunching and flexing as he prowled closer. My head hit the pillows, and I collapsed down, shifting my legs apart to make room for him.
I had been wrong. I had beensowrong. I thought because we were clinical and respectful when we disagreed that there’d be no passion between us in the bedroom. It was a lie I told myself to keep from thinking of this. My final attempt to put him once and for all into the category of “friend”.
I wanted him now with a fierceness that shocked me. It was primal, this feeling. Some completely unevolved need that was downright cavewoman in nature. The look on Ben’s face as he lowered himself onto me reflected it, which drove me even further toward the edge.
Our hips met, and he slid the head of his dick down over my folds, torturously slow, before fitting it to my opening. Ice green eyes stared into mine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He shifted his hips forward, barely, just enough to push inside.
I lifted my lips and kissed him. His tongue slid against mine. I dragged my nails down his back and grabbed his ass. He groaned into my mouth and deepened the kiss. Slowly, he shifted his hips forward, pushing just a little bit deeper. I felt a slight pressure, like my bodydidn’t know whether or not it could accommodate him, and I broke our kiss to lay back down and force my muscles to relax.
Ben felt the resistance, so he took his time, working himself in, then sliding out to coat himself in my slickness. When he pushed back in again, it was easier.
He paused, dropping his forehead to mine, eyes closed. “God, you’re tight.”
“God, you’re big,” I shot back.
I was staring straight up at him, so I saw his eyes crinkle up as a smile split his beautiful face. I raised my fingers to trace the lines, and he turned his head and kissed the inside of my wrist. His beard tickled, but not as much as it had on my neck.
I shifted my hips forward, taking him a little deeper. His lips parted over my skin. Very gently, he bit me. That part of my body had never, ever been erogenous, but the sight and feel of his teeth latched onto me sent a thrill of lust straight to my core.
I shifted my hips again, craving the feeling of being full to bursting with him. He released me with a gasp and leaned forward to meet my thrust, pushing another glorious inch in. We worked like this for a few minutes more, until he was buried to the hilt inside me and both of us were breathing heavy.
