Her fingers curled in his hair, her hips arching as he teased her erect little love-knot. He licked and suckled, and it didn’t take long before he tasted her bliss. Like a man starved, he wanted more, would never get enough. He parted her with his thumbs, stabbing his tongue into her pink heat, yearning to get to the heart of his woman. To possess her utterly and forever.
“Bennett?”
Tessa scarcely recognized her own voice. It was sultry, hoarse from her cries of pleasure. Bennett had brought her to climax so many times she’d lost count. She felt utterly spent, as wrung out as a rag.
He lifted his head. Golden embers smoldered in his dark eyes. “Had enough, love?”
“Come here and kiss me,” she whispered.
He crawled over her, muscles flexing, big and lean and powerfully aroused. For while he’d seen to her satisfaction with virile persistence, he hadn’t yet found his own. When he lowered his head to kiss her, his erection prodded her belly. She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around the enormous shaft, and he groaned against her lips.
“It’s my turn.” She pumped him firmly, from root to tip. “Will you let me do whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want.”
His heated intensity told her it was true. He’d give her anything.
Which meant she could give him…everything.
She scooted upward to align her body with his. Deliberately, she rubbed her soft, wet sex against his turgid length, the feeling so exquisite that her nerve endings reawakened. Instinctively, she lifted her legs, fitting her calves into the hard grooves of his hips, canting her pelvis. The new position notched the blunt head of his cock against her opening, sending thrills of anticipation through her.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Corded muscle stood out along his neck, his chest heaving. “Tessa, I don’t want to take advantage—”
“You said I could have whatever I want.” She wriggled, painting his hardness with her damp desire, and he exhaled harshly. “This is what I want. You inside me, Bennett.”
“Christ, Tessa.” He framed her face with his hands, his features hard-carved with passion. “Are you certain you want this?”
“I love you,” she whispered. “I want to belong to you completely.”
“If we do this, there will be no going back,” he warned. “You’ll be mine, and I will never let you go.”
“I’m already yours, my love.”
Her words seemed to undo him. His eyes blazed and then he was giving her what she wanted. Fitting himself against her, pushing into her softness, a steady, stretching incursion that made her gasp.
“I’ll go slowly,” he said. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Give me more. Give me everything.”
He groaned, obliging her. New sensations whirled her senses. His thick cock slid deeper, deeper, and deeper still; while there was a pinch of discomfort, there was also an opening to new delights. He nudged a hidden place, and she jolted at the radiating bliss.
“Am I hurting you?” He tensed above her, every muscle controlled, waiting for her.
“It feels sogood,” she sighed.
“Good doesn’t describe the half of it.” He lunged slowly, oh so slowly. Brows drawn, he said, “You’re so tight, so beautiful…”
He began to withdraw. When she made to protest, he thrust his hips, and then,thenshe began to discover what pleasure truly was. It was indescribable: the heat and intimacy, the soul-searing friction of her lover inside her. Discomfort became a distant memory as she instinctively followed his lead, her hips moving to meet his, her body absorbing the impact of delight.
“Yes, love,” he rasped, “move with me, let me have you, all of you…”
He shifted his angle and hers, opening her further. She gasped as the steely root of his cock grazed her pearl. Every time he hilted himself, he ground against her mound, triggering familiar tremors in her pussy.
“Come for me again,” he bit out. “Take me with you.”
The knowledge that she could bring him over the edge catapulted her into another crisis. Her pussy seized around his thick invasion as she came, and the bliss was better, deeper than anything she’d previously experienced.
