“That’s it. That’s my girl. Keep your legs spread wide for me.” Ben slid his fingers up through her folds to her clit. She closedher eyes and bucked against his hand. His gruff laugh only turned her on more.
Then he settled between her thighs, his massive shoulders keeping her legs spread.
“Perfect.” His breath ghosted over her wet heat and Charlie shivered. “Now relax, Princess. Let me take care of you.”
His first touch was feather-light—just his fingertips tracing through her folds, learning her shape. Charlie bit back a moan.
“Don't hold back,” Ben said. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
Then his mouth was on her and Charlie stopped thinking entirely.
Ben’s tongue circled her clit, then flicked directly over it.
“You taste so good.”
When she gasped and bucked her hips, he did it again, harder.
“That's it,” he murmured against her. “Show me what you like, princess.”
He slid one finger inside her and Charlie cried out.
“Do you know how hard that makes me to hear you?” He ground against her mattress, which made her wetter. When he crooked his finger to find that perfect spot inside her she saw stars.
“More,” she gasped. “Please, Ben, that feels amazing.”
He added a second finger, stretching her while his tongue worked magic on her clit. The dual sensation overwhelmed her. Her pleasure built and built until she was right on the verge of coming.
Ben must have sensed how close she was because he slowed down, and that was the sweetest torture she’d ever known.
“Not so fast, Princess.” He gave her one long, slow lick. “I want you on the edge until you can’t take any more.”
Charlie closed her eyes as her head fell back against the pillow. She’d never felt so hungry. Ben sped up gradually, bringing her close again, then slowed and she bit her bottom lip. She opened her eyes when he groaned. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hot.
“Come for me, Princess. Want to feel you come on my fingers.”
That was all it took. Charlie went over the edge into ecstasy. Ben stroked her through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping until she collapsed back against the mattress, trembling and utterly satisfied.
“Holy shit,” Charlie breathed.
Ben crawled up her body, pressing kisses along the way. When he reached her mouth he kissed her deeply, and she could taste herself on his tongue.
“You're still dressed,” she pointed out, tugging at his shirt.
“Easily fixed.” Ben sat up and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
Charlie's mouth went dry.
All that muscle, all that strength, and the way he was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
She reached up and traced the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs. When her fingers found the waistband of his pants, she looked up at him. “Can I?”
“Please.”
Charlie undid his belt, then his button and zipper. She pulled his pants and boxer briefs down together like he’d done to her. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already wet at the tip.
Oh.
“Too much?” Ben's voice held uncertainty for the first time.
