Ben stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock as he looked down at her. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. So masculine and perfect. She even loved his scars. They marked him as a warrior. As her mate.
He climbed on the bed, looking like a sexy predator ready for his feast. “Give me a taste.”
She offered up her fingers, the ones that were coated in her cream. He brought them to his lips, sucking them inside. Pure heat flashed through her, and she bit back a groan.
“You taste perfect, but I’m going to need more.” He covered her body with his, leaning down to kiss her, and she tasted herself on his tongue.
She gripped the covers as he moved down her body. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other, laving them with his affection. Every tug of his mouth made a straight line to her pussy.
“Please, Ben.” The words came out of her mouth on a low moan as she spread her legs even further.
She watched as he lowered his mouth and covered her pussy. Sparks. She could feel damn sparks hitting her body. His tongue was motherfucking magical. She could barely breathe. He’d just started in, and she could feel the orgasm building. She was out of control, and it was all right because he was here. She didn’t need control. All that mattered was him. She sank her fingers into his hair. It was the tiniest bit long and so silky.
She swore she saw stars as he eased a big finger inside her and his tongue ground over her clitoris. That finger curled inside her, finding her sweet spot, and she went over the edge.
The orgasm made her stiffen and then relax, pleasure flooding her system.
Ben got to his knees, stroking his cock. She watched as he picked up one of the condoms and rolled it on. She could have told him he didn’t need to, but her breath caught and he moved over her, settling himself between her legs.
She loved his weight on top of her, loved the feel of his muscular back under her palms. She definitely loved the way he worked that big cock of his into her. She groaned as he stretched her with every thrust of his hips, sending him deeper and deeper.
It was beyond anything she’d felt before. This was what making love meant. She’d had sex before, good sex, but this was something more. This was what singers wrote songs about. This was love.
His hair fell over his forehead in the sweetest curl, but his expression was all arousal. He fucked her hard, making her eyes widen with every thrust. All the while Ben held eye contact with her. He watched her, giving her his every expression. He opened himself to her and she found a home she hadn’t expected.
Then her whole body was awash in sensation as the second orgasm hit. She clutched him, her nails digging in lightly, but she didn’t care. She wanted to mark him, then he could mark her. She wanted a physical sign that they had been together. Even if no one would ever see it.
She felt the moment of his orgasm. He tensed and held himself hard against her, his breath heaving in and out and making that beautiful chest move.
When he let his body fall on hers, she wrapped her arms around him.
She held him for a moment before the chill hit her skin and she couldn’t hold back the shiver that went through her. Tears threatened, but she blinked them back. How long did they have?
“Baby, let’s get under the covers. I want to hold you.” His voice was so tender.
No panicking. Just peace. It was not a bad way to go. She kissed him and gave him a smile. “I can get with that. But go and get rid of that condom first. I do not want that slipping off and going everywhere. Sticky is not the new black.”
His lips curled up before he brushed their lips together again. “I’llbe right back. Get under the covers. I want you warm.”
She loved it when he got bossy. “Yes, Sir.”
He walked off and she did as he asked. She slid under the covers, trying to avoid the red light across the room. She didn’t want to look at it. Didn’t want to know how little time she had left. And yet she caught sight of it.
3:10
She was in love with him. She’d known it for a long time. Likely since the minute she’d seen him through those glasses of Lou’s. She wished so much she’d been the one with Tash in that bar that day and she’d had this time with him. Maybe if she’d been there, they wouldn’t be here.
Except Huisman would always have come between them.
He might think he won because they were both about to die, but they were going together, and that wasn’t a loss.
She stared at the clock, her life running through her mind. It had been good. So good. Her parents were weird, and she loved them for it. She’d had such good brothers and sisters. Such a loving home. And she’d gotten to meet her nephew. She would never joke about Travis wearing a condom again. It was one more blessing the universe had given her.
Like this one.
2:37
Ben strode out and she drew back the covers, welcoming him. He immediately pulled her into his arms.
