“Grace. I’m in love with you. As crazy as this relationship is, you mean everything to me. I’d never look at your beautiful body without consent.”
Tears well in her eyes. But I don’t have a chance to comfort her before she throws herself at me, practically climbing me like a tree.
Grace
Tall,with dark hair and deep blue eyes, and a bit more scruff on his jaw than he had the last time we were alone together like this, I don’t even pretend to be embarrassed by how much I want him. His hair is mussed from how many times I’ve already pulled at the inky strands.
Could he be as nervous as I am?Impossible.I’m sure he hooks up with women all the time.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and there’s a glint in his azure gaze that brings me right back to our first night together. He drags his tongue along his lower lip, and I grind my pelvis against him like a freaking cat in heat. Sure, I’ve replayed our night together time and time again. Wanting more. I’ve dreamed of what it could be like to date someone so passionate. Yet, I barely know anything about this man.
Probably should’ve thought about that before you married the guy, Grace.
Ben nibbles down the column of my throat, leaving shivers from his teeth and big, beautiful lips that seem to penetrate straight to my sex. Good lord. What is it about this man?
All of a sudden, he turns, pinning me to the wall. Before I realize what’s happening, he cups my cheeks and plants his warm, delicious mouth over mine. The kiss is hungry, demanding. As his tongue swipes through my lips, I’m unable to stop my arms from wrapping around his neck. The proof of his arousal pushes into my belly as he angles my face and swirls his tongue with mine.
Ben returns his hands to my backside, pulling me tightly against his firm erection, and a groan escapes my mouth before I can control it.
“Oh, fuck yeah. I cannot wait to watch how well my wife takes all of me.”
Oh my god.
I’ve never been so wet in my life. He’s probably not going to be the only one exploding from an orgasm after two minutes flat.
He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can I eat that sweet pussy first, baby girl?”
My thighs clench in anticipation. I continue to grind on him mercilessly. “Please,” I whine.
Ben carries me over to the bed, carefully laying me down to strip me of my soaking wet panties, but leaves my stilettos on. I reach down to slide them off when he stops me. “No. Leave those on.” He lifts one ankle to his lips to deposit a kiss before dropping down to his knees between my spread thighs. “Fuck. Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve gone to bed with my dick in my hand, dreaming of the scent of you?”
My head lolls back and forth at his dirty words. I never knew how much I needed to hear what I did to a man. Especially when his pleasure was completely derived from providing oral to me without asking for me to reciprocate. Not that I wouldn’t want to. But again, it shows what a tireless giver this man is. I didn’t think such unicorns existed outside of romance novels.
My thoughts are immediately cut short by the decadent feel of his warm, wet tongue swiping through my center. “Ben!”
“That’s it, Gracie.” His tongue dances in circles around my clit, and I nearly lose my mind. He thrusts in one muscular finger, then another, before gliding them back and forth out of me. “This perfect body was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I cry. “Only you.”
The sensation of growling reverberates against my swollen flesh, and I know I’m not going to last long. Unable to hold back, I dig my fingers into his hair and tug as he pushes me closer and closer to the finish line. “Ben, Ben.” My head thrashes back and forth as his tongue continues to ravage my body.
“My wife is so perfectly sweet. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue for the rest of my life.” With that, he sucks on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.
My fingers clutch his hair as I convulse against his tongue.
“That’s it, baby. So pretty.”
As I come down from my high, I lazily blink my eyes open to find Ben walking over to the window. He throws open the curtains, letting the glorious neon tapestry from the fountains and surrounding hotels into our space. Looking out into the night’s sky, he slowly disrobes. This man is beautiful. All lean lines and olive skin, with the slightest dusting of dark hair on his muscular pecs.
He reaches for his wallet to retrieve a condom before walking back over to me.
I can’t read his expression. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Just needed a minute.”
I tilt my head, concerned. Is he having regrets about what we did? “Getting a bit overwhelmed now that it’s all said and done?”
“No,” he blurts. “Nothing like that. I’ve never been happier. Just needed to imagine smelling my old gym socks or something so I didn’t come before I was all the way inside you.”
