I moan, searching for words, but my mind is useless right now as I ride the sharp edge of pain and desire.
Then he’s there.
Soft pricks of stubble graze deliciously against my inner thigh as his mouth devours me, rediscovering every dark shadow with his torturous, hot tongue.
“Y—yes,” I cry out, raw and needy, finally finding my voice.
“Look at you,” he groans in appreciation. “So eager for me.”
A shudder racks through me as the first wave of my orgasm hits me.
He drags his tongue up, licking my dark hole before biting my ass cheek, then standing up behind me. I rise to my full height, spinning in place, and he lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I seek his wet mouth, kissing him deep.
He carries me to the bedroom, and his mouth never leaves mine as he lowers me to the bed. I scoot back, resting on my elbows, his heated gaze holding mine hostage as he begins to undress. Benson tugs off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, revealing the hard planes of his impressive torso. The clink of his belt buckle, and my heavy breathing are the only sounds filling the room as he sheds his jeans, then his boxer-briefs. I lick my lips in appreciation when he stands to his full height.
God, this man is beautiful.
His heart. His mind. His soul. His incredible body.
He crawls on top of me, his mouth instantly covering mine as he settles his hard body between my open thighs. I revel in the familiar weight of him, the warmth of his body pressing into me. His arms bracket my head as he slows the kiss, his heated gaze finding mine.
“I fucked my fist last night dreaming of this,” His lips trail gentle kisses along my jaw. “Of you being beneath me again, panting for my cock.”
His hungry lips travel to my neck, then my chest, as goosebumps erupt in the wake of his reverent kisses. My hands thread through his silky dark hair when he shifts his weight, his hot mouth covering my breast, sucking my hard nipple, biting andteasing the pebbled flesh until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Benson, please,” I beg, desperate to have him inside me.
Hovering above me once more, he kisses each of my eyelids, my cheek, then my mouth, before shifting to reach for the bedside drawer, but I stop him. “I want to feel all of you.”
I know he gets tested regularly, and he would never put me at risk.
Without hesitation, he settles in, lining his cock with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he grits through clenched teeth, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly stretches me. “I missed you.”
Those words wrap over me like a warm blanket as I spread my legs wider before planting the heels of my feet to the back of his ass, pushing to seat his cock deeper. My pussy stretches deliciously around him as he thrusts in and out, squeezing my walls when he curls one hand around my neck while the other cradles my face. His rough thumb swipes back and forth across my cheek.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispers, his thick, generous cock barely retreating an inch before sliding back home. “You’re gripping me like a goddamn vice.”
He grinds his hips this time, fucking me harder into the mattress. Every emotion crashes into me, overwhelms me, and crushes me most profoundly. I cry out his name, a sharp, inherent moan parting my lips as I come, wave after wave slamming into me with the force of a hurricane.
His thrusts become more powerful, driving into me with an intensity that borders on insanity. I love the carnal way he owns my body.
And the gentle way he possesses my heart.
He lets go of a deep-throated groan, coming inside me,dropping his head on my chest. His cock twitches inside me as I lie there reveling in the last couple of hours.
We fight for precious air for several moments before he lifts his head from my chest, his soft blue eyes holding mine when I say, “I missed you too.”
Hours later, after taking her at least half a dozen more times, I muster the strength to pry myself away from her long enough to make a quick run to town for some essentials. It would be so easy to get lost in her and forget about the shitstorm that still awaits us beyond these walls, but the sooner we face it, the sooner we can get on with our lives.
When I return, Karmen is in the shower. I put the things away and get started on breakfast.
As I’m pouring the batter into the waffle iron, she walks into the kitchen. Christ, the sight of her here, in this cabin after all these years, takes my breath away. I pull her into my arms, and my racing heart immediately calms. After pressing a kiss on her forehead, I release her.
She pours herself a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter, then her eyes drift over my head, and she freezes. She sets her mug down and moves to the fridge, fingering the photos on the front.
“Have these always been here?” she asks.
