Bennett.
His left hand is resting on my hip, his right has somehow made its way under my neck, with his hand cradling my breast, and pulling my back in tight to his front. Which in turn, is making my ass push back into his hips, and I can feel his hard cock nestled in my ass crack!
What do I do now?
“Angel, if you don’t stop moving, it’s only going to get worse.”
“So, it’s like morning wood, except it’sa warm body next to your wood?”
“No, it’sthe woman of my dreams in my arms wood, if you need an explanation, Angel.”
“What if I want more?” I ask, barely above a whisper. My question is met with silence. The only thing I can hear is the crackling of the fire. “Forget I said anything-”I try to move away from him, but his grip tightens.
“Then, I’ll give you more, Kassie, I’ll give you everything you want.”
“I want you,” I say.
“Are you sure?” he asks, quietly.
I turn in his arms to face him. I snake a hand between us, running my fingers across his bare chest, scraping my nails as I go, earning me a low groan. I twist my hand in his hair, and pullhis lips to mine, and just before they touch I whisper, “I want you, Bennett.”
I watch his eyes drift closed, then I plant my lips on his.
The kiss starts out slow, exploratory, until I run my tongue over the seam of his lips, and he opens for me, giving me access to his mouth. Instantly, our tongues tangle.
“Bennett.” I moan his name like I'm dreaming – again. “More.”
“What do you need, Angel?”
“I feel like I'm dreaming.” I run my hands up over his taut stomach, up his chest, and squeeze his pecs. I tweak his nipple, and listening to the groan he lets out makes me squirm, but I keep my hands moving. I want to feel every part of him, because if this is my only chance to touch him, I'm going to make the most of it.
CHAPTER 15
Bennett
My hand gripstighter to her hip, and I use my other hand to gently push into her lower back, bringing her in tighter to my chest. I need the skin on skin contact. I need her.
The feeling of her so close to me makes me groan, and drop my head into the crook of her neck so that I can leave open mouth kisses on her with the hope that she feels even half of what I'm feeling.
“Just let me-” She tries to pull out of my embrace, and I let her. I don’t want her to do anything she's not ready for, but she's not changing her mind. No, she needs the room to yank her top off, and throw it across the room.
“Kassie.” I say her name on a moan, as I slide my hand under her sleep shorts to squeeze one of her ass cheeks, and I'm so damned close to where I want to be, I start to tremble. “Can I-touch you?” I whisper against her shoulder.
“Fuck yes!” The words are barely out of her mouth before her shorts join her top somewhere on the floor. “Can I touch you?” It’s her turn to ask me, as she scrapes her nails over my stillcovered hip, and my skin heats knowing that I’m about to be hers.
“I think I might just combust if you don’t touch me, Kassie.”
I’ve barely finished speaking before she hooks her fingers into the top of my boxer briefs, and before I know it, I'm naked too.
She pulls back a little, and I begin to protest until I feel her hand grip my cock tightly.
I twist one hand in her hair, and pull her lips to mine, as I trail a finger over her collarbone, between her breasts, over her stomach, then I cup her pussy.
“So wet, so ready for me,” I murmur into her mouth.
“Yes!” she gasps as I push a finger into her wet, hot pussy.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the edge of an orgasm, as I add a second finger, and circle her clit with my thumb. She’s not the only one who is in sensory overload, because it feels like somehow her hands are touching every part of me.
