"Fuck, you're so tight... I might actually break you," he says through gritted teeth. His eyes drop to where our bodies fuse,and he instantly throbs inside me like that sight is enough to undo him.
Then he looks back up and shakes his head, heat threading through the tease in his voice. "Then again, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
It hurts, no doubt, but the pain tags along with pure bliss.I've waited eight years for this moment, and my body blooms around him in every possible way because I'm starting to think it was made for him.
"Guess so," I manage, moving my pelvis around him, sliding in and out in a smooth motion to adjust to his size. He lets out low moans, watching me intently.
I lock my eyes with his, wanting him to understand I mean every word. "Deeper, please."
His brow raises, weighing me, and he laughs darkly under his breath. "I swear, you were made for me. Well, since you ask so sweetly... I'll give you anything."
My legs fly wide as he hooks one under his arm, and draws me down onto him with a controlled pace—a few more sharp inches that steal air from my lungs.
“Oh... oh god… You feel so good…” It falls out of me, helpless.
We start moving, every stroke making up for the years we wasted, his hands gripping my hips, spreading me wider, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, marking me with every push.
You picture moments a million times, plan them until you think they couldn't possibly live up, but nothing—nothing—comes close to Ben moving inside me, his body glowing purple-blue like that day in the desert, lit from the inside, pouring straight into mine.
His pace picks up, his stomach tightening with each thrust of his hips. I put my hand between us, feeling the slick drag of him inside me as he groans. He slams his hips so hard they thump against me and I whimper, feeling him stretching me inside. Then he comes down over me, caging me with his elbows, and takes my mouth.
The change of position makes me feel him so deep that it's impossible to contain the volume of my cries spilling into him.
His breath splinters. "I've been doing this... in my head for eight years... Trying... to remember... what peace felt like before you."
"Before me?"
"Yeah... I'm so weak when it comes to you... Attracted to you in ways I can't explain... Don't pretend you didn't know it."
I didn't.
I watch the strain in his brow as he's trying to drive us to the same place together, the bulging muscles on his shoulders, the tendon rising on his neck. My next climax is already buzzing deep in my belly.
I hook my hands behind his neck and drag him closer. "I need you, Ben. I need you."
His whole body goes still for a beat and he looks at me like I stunned him.
He draws almost entirely out, then drives back in with a force that tears a gasp out of me, my back arching.
“Say it again,” he rasps, holding my chin in place, his eyestunneling through me. "Let me hear it."
“I need you..." I gasp.
He retreats with a shudder. “Again.” And he slams into me.
The words get punched out of me. “I need you..."
This time he drags out completely, then drives in fast, burying himself almost to the hilt with a loud groan. “Again, Emma.”
OH GOD.
"I need you. I need you everywhere,” I cry out, unraveling for him as he forces himself even closer.
His breath fractures as he throbs hard enough to make my vision stutter, a starving twitch that feels like he’s about to lose himself inside me. The heat rushes up—
Bang.
My knees lock around him as the shattering hits my teeth. Eight years crash into this singular moment as his body seizes, his cry ripping out—hoarse, loud. He's pulsing, filling me until I can't contain it and it spills out. A strangled moan breaks out of my chest, followed by another, and another.
