I wrinkle my nose and giggle. “Did it work?”
His gaze drops down to take me in, and he gives his thick cock astroke. “Probably not.” He crawls over me, trailing his fingertips over my flesh. There’s the slightest tremble as he coasts them from my shoulders, over my collarbones, across my firm nipples and down to my lower belly. Leaning down, he gives me a chaste kiss. I can taste myself on his full lips before he’s placing open mouthed kisses along the path his fingers just traversed.
He returns to my breasts, cupping each one firmly in his hand before swirling his tongue around my nipple and giving it a bite. The sensation makes my lower belly clench. “You’re so beautiful.”
I start to thank him but am interrupted as he bends to lift my legs over his shoulders. He rubs the head of his heavy erection through my wet center. Up and down, up and down, until I think I might just lose my mind. His eyes close as he pushes the tip inside and stills. I instinctively clamp down around him and groan.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans. “You feel like heaven.”
He watches with contentment as he advances slowly into me. “Look at you taking all of me.” He pauses every few inches to let me adjust to the stretch. He flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit. “My wife is such a good girl.”
My eyes roll back in my head. No one has ever talked to me this way. The ‘baby girl’ thing was already making me crazy. Who knew ‘my wife’ was also such an aphrodisiac? It’s doing absolutely ridiculous things to me.
Ben pushes his body forward until he’s buried inside me, closes his eyes, lets out a delicious moan, and then starts to undulate his pelvis in a way that makes me come apart at the seams.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what, baby?” he asks as his thrusts intensify.
“I need you down here with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lowers his body over mine, pushing up onto his forearms as he relentlessly pounds into me. The angle of his strokes provides the perfect amount of friction. I can already tell another climax will be detonating any minute. And to think he was worried he’d go first.
I’m desperate to feel him let go. So I decide to try something new.There’s a safety with Ben that makes me want to test the waters. Digging my nails into his backside, I whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my mouth down over you. Feel you hit the back of my throat until you can’t take it anymore and spill into me.”
“Fuck, Grace. Fuck.” With that, the chains are off. He’s grunting and hammering into me like a man possessed. “You want me to come, is that it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’ve been walking around, balls heavy, dick hard, dreaming of you for so fucking long. Now you want me to fill this sweet pussy?”
“Ben, Ben. Oh, god.” Between the feel of him on top of me, the sensation of him moving inside me, and the sensory overload of his dirty words raining down above me, it’s more than I can take. My climax sweeps over me like a tidal wave. My legs clamp down around his hips, and I shudder violently.
“Fuck, Gracie. Yes. Yes.” His body jerks deliciously above me, and I hold on, hoping this feeling lasts all night. I manage to open my eyes, taking him in. His head is thrown back, his chest is covered in a sheen of sweat, and the expression on his face is sheer ecstasy. I’ve never known anything this delicious could exist in the real world.
I’m not sure how long we lie like this, both of us panting, Ben trailing chaste kisses over my temple and forehead, before he finally shifts to get up. He makes quick work of removing the condom and washing up before returning to bed. He pulls me against him, spooning me affectionately as he trails kisses over my shoulders. We both sigh in contentment.
Something tells me ending my days beneath the sheets with this playful man will often keep us up all night. Talking, touching, giggling. But the events of this phenomenal day are pulling me heavily toward sleep, so I relax into the comfort of this incredible man and allow myself to drift off to never-never land.
28
GRACE
Walking in the door,I’ve barely gotten both feet inside before Winnie and my mother are interrogating me.
“Hi, honey. How was your weekend?”
“Did you have a good time?”
“Did you get to take in a show?”
“Meet any nice men?”
The two of them take turns peppering me with questions. I can barely think straight. Not to mention, there’s that little issue of not wanting to share too much. I mean, as dreamy as my trip was, it was simply that. A whirlwind Vegas weekend that likely got out of hand.
But now, instead of replaying myViva Las Vegasfantasies in my head, I’ll be forced to remember the annulment instead. It’s only a matter of time. This man is bound to get home and back to his everyday life and wonder what the hell he was thinking.
He was thinking he needed a wife to join him for dinner with Milton, so he could finally secure the property he’s worked so hard for. That’s all this is, Grace. Sure, I got caught up in a whirlwind weekend too. Don’t get clouded by all that hot, drunken sex with an older, experienced player. There’s no sense kidding myself. He’ll be on to his next project soon enough. I mean, this gorgeous man has the world at his feet. While I’m balancing a fault line.
