“Then come here, greedy chit.” He crooked a finger at her.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, and he swept her against him. At the contact of skin against skin, they both exhaled as if they’d been holding their breaths, waiting for this moment. For this return to perfection, the way they were meant to be together. Body to body and heart to heart. He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her steady as he kissed her. First with tenderness and then with a ferocity that sent pulses of heat through her blood.
She was wet for him, wet with the need to pleasure him.
Ben, being Ben, seemed to understand what she wanted. What she craved. He broke the kiss, and with his big hands curled against her scalp, directed her lips down his body. Swoony with excitement, she worshipped his maleness, kissing the rigid planes of his chest, licking the flat discs of his nipples. Grunting with pleasure, he guided her downward, her tongue tracing the grooves on his taut torso.
The heady male scent of him deepened as she arrived at his manhood. It stood fiercely erect, the dusky tip bobbing with anticipation. Her mouth watered, yet he held her slightly away from him.
“Give me your eyes, sweeting,” he said.
She looked up at him, and the controlled burn in his eyes stole her breath. Desire carved his features in hard, unyielding lines. He looked like a vengeful god, and she wanted to feel his passionate wrath. To feel everything he chose to bestow upon her.
“Why is it that in bed you are obedient,” he murmured, “and outside of it you’re a naughty minx?”
She thought about it. “Actually, I’m quite naughty in bed as well. It’s just that here you instruct me on how to be wicked.”
“A corruptive influence, am I?” The sensual curve of his mouth chased quivers up her spine. “I think it is time for you to have another lesson.”
“Yes, please.”
His lips twitched. “Lie on your back, love. With your head at the edge of the bed.”
She hastened to do as he instructed. From that angle, his cock looked massive in the clasp of his fist, the plump sac below dangling close to her lips. Close enough for her…to kiss.
At the wanton notion, her nipples throbbed, wetness trickling from her center.
“I want to feel your mouth on me here.” He looked down at her. His eyes held a dark yet playful challenge as he positioned his stones even closer to her face. “Is that too wicked for you?”
She answered by pressing her lips to the bulging underside. Ben’s hitched breath told her he liked that. Emboldened, she licked, swirling her tongue against the velvety curve, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she possibly could. Wanting to do everything, feel everything with him.
With her Ben. Her love.
“Bloody hell, that’s sweet,” he said in guttural tones. “Lick me, love. Just like that.”
He was jerking on his shaft as she lapped at his balls and mouthed him gently. When she experimented with suction, he bit out an oath. In the next instant, he was on the bed next to her. He parted her thighs, his head swooping down. The hot, hungry swipe of his tongue made her cry out. He licked her intimate seam, from her pearl to a place so dark and secret that she trembled with forbidden longing.
Awash with need, she was desperate to share the pleasure with him. She reached for his cock, and to her surprise, he shifted one leg so that his knees braced her head. The position was outrageous…and unbearably exciting. Grasping his big shaft, she brought the dripping crown to her lips. She took him in as deep as she could. He responded by parting her folds, stabbing his tongue into her pussy while he strummed her needy bud.
She mewled as he turned her into an instrument of desire. Feeling his masterful strokes while his thickness filled her mouth and throat brought her over the edge. Her spine bowed, and her release cascaded over her in bright, sparkling waves.
Wrenching free of Livy’s generous kiss, Ben reversed direction, lying beside her so that he could watch her face as she came. He knew with absolute certainty that, in all his life, he would never see anything as beautiful as Livy in her climax. The pleasure-daze in her eyes, the flush that spread across her cheeks like a sunrise across the sky…
God, she was incomparable. His fantasy of lust, love, and all the shades of longing in between. Entranced, he stroked her hair and fingered her pussy.
“You are so bloody beautiful,” he murmured.
“So are you, Ben.”
She gazed at him as if he were everything she wanted to see. His chest tight and hot, his cock throbbing, he took her mouth in a deep kiss. To his delight and astonishment, her thighs tightened around his hand, a fresh gush of dew dampening his palm. She was ready for more, and he was the luckiest bastard alive.
He rolled on top of her, positioning his turgid prick against her silken mound. He rubbed against her valley, groaning as her wet lips kissed his shaft. She arched into his thrusts, and their bodies moved in perfect, natural synchrony.
She got wetter and wetter. The slick slide and erotic sounds of her juicy slit turned him inside out with pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good, and he wasn’t even inside her. He ground his steel-hard base against her pearl, rolling his balls over her swollen folds, bliss sizzling at the base of his spine. Her knees found the notches of his hips. Whimpering, she rubbed her virgin cunny against his thrusting cock, and it was too much, not bloody enough…
“Ben, I need you.” The plea in her eyes mesmerized him. “I want you to come inside me.”
He fought to hold onto his control. “We should wait—”
