I gripped the headboard from underneath this time to ground myself for what I knew was coming.
Gripping the sides of my panties, he pulled them off and tossed them aside before burying his face in my pussy, his hot tongue plunging deeply, licking and sucking with a ferocity that could rival that of a wild animal that had just captured its prey.
Oh God.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I watched two fingers join his hot mouth, pumping in and out of me slowly. while his gaze held mine. The kind of eye contact that felt like he was already inside me. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You,” I gasped without hesitation.
“Good girl.” His fingers pumped in and out, curling and hitting that delicious spot deep inside only he could reach. I exploded, crying out his name.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”
His grin was triumphant as he pushed the same two fingers he used to fuck me inside my mouth, rubbing them slowly against my tongue.
“Suck,” he demanded, and I did, loving the way I tasted on his roughened fingers.
Benson moved up my body, kissing and nipping at my heated skin, pulling the cups of my bra down to bite and scrape his teeth on my hard nipples. Gaze pinned on me, he lined his cock with my soaked entrance, then pushed inside me with one punishing thrust, fucking me with long, deep strokes that threatened to undo me completely. He was the only man who’d ever owned my body like this. The only man who’d ever had me at his mercy. The only man I trusted completely.
Explicitly.
The savage thrust of his hips made my vision blur as the world around us was reduced to sharp sighs, thundering grunts, and filthy noises that only our bodies could make.
His hot mouth covered mine for a brutal kiss before he raised his gaze to meet mine. “That’s it,” he rasped against my trembling lips. “Come with me.”
My orgasm slammed into me, my pulse igniting like wildfirebeneath my skin as he rode out his orgasm with me, his precious control unleashed as he found his release. He seated himself fully, pulsing as he came inside me, marking me in a way I loved.
His.
Sweat dotted my skin as he pulled out and rolled over, gathering me in his arms and dragging me to his chest. We lay there for long minutes, catching our breath. He kissed my forehead, my temple, and each of my heated cheeks before tenderly kissing my lips.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, caressing my jaw with his thumb.
The smattering of hair tickled my lips as I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I don’t like birthdays.”
“Why is that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. My parents just treated it like any other day.”
He stiffened beneath me. “You’re telling me you’ve never even had a birthday party?”
I shook my head. “I mean, my mom always bought me gifts, but never a cake or balloons. Nothing like that.”
“Every kid should have a birthday party at least once in their life.”
“If you met my parents, you would understand.”
“That’s not how it’s supposed to be.” His arms tightened around me, his thumb gently brushing my shoulder as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You deserve to feel special.”
My throat tightened unexpectedly, and tears burned my eyes, but I fought to hold them back. Loosening his hold, he reached over to grab something from the bedside table drawer. Then he presented me with a box wrapped in gold paper with little pink hearts printed on it.
I sat up, the sheet falling to my waist as excitement skittered inmy veins. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
He moved my hair from my shoulder, pressing a kiss beneath my ear. “Open it.”
I had never received a birthday gift from a man before. Hell, I’d never even had a boyfriend before. Not that Benson was my boyfriend. Technically, he was my boss, but he was as close to a relationship as I’d ever had.
Ripping through the paper, I couldn’t contain my smile.
