“That's it, Princess. Come for me one more time.”
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Charlie cried out, her body clenching around Ben's cock as pleasure whited out everything else. She felt Ben's rhythm falter, felt him thrust deep one final time as he groaned her name.
They collapsed together, both shaking, both gasping for breath. Ben stayed inside her and rolled to the side, immediately pulling Charlie against his chest.
She'd never felt safer in her life.
“You okay?” Ben sounded concerned.
Charlie nodded against his chest. “More than okay.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Because I'm never letting you go.”
And for the first time in her life, Charlie believed those words.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because, Ben? I want you to stay.”
SEVENTEEN
Ben woketo soft gray light filtering through Charlie's bedroom curtains and the warm weight of her body pressed against his side.
I want you to stay.
After they'd made love, after she'd come apart in his arms three times, she'd curled into him and whispered those five beautiful words like she was afraid he might disappear in the night.
Not a chance in hell, Princess.
Now she was sound asleep, her hair spilling across his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh. Her breathing was slow and even and her expression was the most peaceful he’d ever seen on her face.
Ben carefully shifted so he could see her better. Without that professional mask she wore during the day, she looked younger. Softer. Her lips were slightly parted, her lashes dark crescents against her cheeks.
My Princess.
Charlie stirred, making a small sound. Her hand slid across his chest and lower over the top sheet, brushing against his morning erection.
Ben sucked in a breath.
Charlie opened her eyes slowly. Hazel eyes, still hazy with sleep, focused on his face. A slow smile curved her lips.
“Morning,” she said, her voice rough.
“Morning, Princess.” Ben tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sleep okay?”
“Best sleep I've ever had.” Her hand was still resting dangerously close to his cock tenting the sheet. She had to see how hard he was. “You?”
“Same.”
Charlie's smile turned wicked. She shifted her hand deliberately, cupping his cock over the thin sheet. “Is this for me?” She licked her lips.
Ben groaned. “You don't have to?—”
“I want to.” She pushed herself up on one elbow, and looked down at him. Her breasts were bare, nipples tight with excitement, he hoped. “I wanted to last night, but you wouldn't let me.”
“Last night was about you.”
“And this morning is aboutyou.” Charlie threw back the sheet and Ben's cock stood at attention, hard and aching.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked once. Ben's hips jerked involuntarily.
