His fingers hold my jaw, his eyes bore into mine, and he finally gives it to me. Ben fucks me. He does it deep and hard, and he does it long, and I have never felt more alive than with him inside me.
My thighs tremble, and my back shoots off the mattress. My whole body quakes as wave after wave of bliss rolls over me, through me, inside me. I climax so hard I see stars. It’s incredible and intoxicating, and as I’m coming down, I catch Ben’s feral expression. “Feel it?” he growls.
“Yes, baby. I feel you.”
“Mine, Annie. You’remine.” A drip of his sweat falls onto my chest as he pounds me into the mattress. He grunts, and my breath hitches as his thrusts get harder. I watch as his head snaps back, and he lets out a low, guttural groan. It’s a sight to behold, and before it’s over, I want to watch it again because it was all for me.
I’d waited so long,too long, for this man, and to know he wants me here, with him, just as badly is all I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.
I don’t realize I’m crying until he wipes my tears away. He kisses me, back to gentle, but also deep. He brushes his nose on the side of mine and gazes into my eyes. “Love you, Blue.”
“How do you do that?” I whisper.
“Do what?”
“When you look at me…” I suck in a shaky breath. “I don’t feel alone.”
His eyes sparkle, and a sexy grin spreads across his face. “You aren’t, and you never will be, ever again.” He rubs his thumb across my lip and leans in just as his phone rings. “I gotta get this.”
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, and as he answers, I see the word of the day.
Baleful: as in ominous, being or showing a sign of evil or calamity to come.
A chill races through me, and I shiver. Without even looking at me, Ben grabs the corner of the comforter and tugs it over me. “Yeah. No, I have litter and all that other stuff here, just Joan Wick.” He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. I know, it’s awesome. Right. See you soon.”
He grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head. “Parker’s bringing Joan Wick over soon. He thinks her name is cool, by the way.”
“Did you tell him you have litter?”
“Yeah.” He gets up and sadly pulls his pants back on.
“You do?”
He puts his fists on either side of me in the bed. “I plan on the two of you spending a lot of time here.”
“That’s sweet.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Do you think Parker would be okay with getting me my phone and purse, and maybe some clean clothes?”
“I’ll have him grab your purse and phone, but I’ll get your clothes tomorrow, because Annie…” His voice drops an octave and drags his fist across the blanket over my body, then uncurls his fingers, only to cup me roughly between my legs. I gasp at the accuracy of his aim and squirm at the fire in his eyes. “Nobody else gets to see and definitely not touch anything that rubs against your tits or this pussy. That’s for me only.”
My knees tingle, and the back of my neck does the same. I nibble on the inside of my cheek and move my head up and down.
He drops his head to mine and rumbles, “Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Does that bother you?”
I shake my head.
“Scare you?”
“Not at all.”
He licks his lips, and we’re so close I feel the brush of his tongue against my mouth. “Christ, that turns you on, doesn’t it?”
