“I haven’t earned it yet.” He sits up, and I’m moving—no,he’smovingme. “But you have.” His hands on my waist grip like a vise, and he rubs the wet crotch of my panties over his jeans, slow, steady, hard.
“Ben.” I moan, so, so close.
“You’re soaked,” he rasps, and before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back, my pajama shorts and undies are on the floor, and his mouth is between my legs.
“Oh my God! Ben!” I scream. I grab the back of his head and sink my fingers into his hair. He does something with his tongue, and I have his hair twisted in my hand, tugging so hard I hear him grunt.
That vibration against my clit throws me over the edge. “Yes. Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes.” I’m soaring. Gliding and floating and then spinning so fast I see stars. “Benny, baby. God!” My legs are spasming, my pussy is desperately clenching, and my hips are jerking uncontrollably.
It’s an out-of-body experience, but I savor every second, every minute of existential bliss in the marrow of my bones.
He gently laps at me as I slowly come down to earth, and when I’m lucid again, I feel an ache in my wrist. I still have his hair in my fist, and I relax my fingers to see that I tugged it so tightly that there are strands woven between my fingers.Oh no.He kisses the inside of my thigh before he closes my legs and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.Why is that so hot?
I move to return the favor, but he shakes his head and tosses a blanket over me. “Just you right now.” His eyes move over my face. “Did that feel as good as it looked?”
“It was way better.”
“Love that you call me baby when you’re reaching for it.”
“I didn’t realize I did.”
He grins. “You do.”
“I pulled your hair,” I confess, still out of breath, mortified that I hurt him.
He traces his finger down my neck, between my breasts, until his palm splays on my stomach. “I know, I liked it. All of it. All of you.”
“I like all of you, too.”
He leans over me and is about to kiss me, but I turn my head. “Hey.” He holds my jaw and makes me look at him. “What’s wrong?”
I look at his lips and then close my eyes and mutter, “Nothing.” I catch myself because he deserves the truth. “No. That’s a lie.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s nothing to do with that. It’s…”
He arches a brow and sits up. “What?”
“I want to make you happy, not be a burden. You made your brother, who, by the way, is hilarious, come and babysit me.”
“I know, and that’s on me, not you. You’re not a burden, Blue. No matter what happens, you would never be a burden. Understand?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“And whatever you do, don’t ever compliment Parker. He doesn’t need a boost to his already inflated ego.”
“Too late. I already gave him the biggest compliment I could ever give anyone.” I put my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I told him he reminds me of you.”
“Sweetheart…” He kisses me then, soft and slow. I wish it could have lasted forever, but he pulls away with a frustrated sigh. “I don’t want to leave you, but I’ve gotta go get Mazie.”
I sit up as he does. “Of course. Have fun.”
He kisses me again and follows it with, “Do you have a little black dress?”
“I think so.” I don’t…but I’m going to get one.
“Wear it.” He touches the tip of my nose with his. “I’ll be back at six.”
