“But don’t worry.” He moved to the end of the bed, taking one of her legs in his hand and settling it on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly and gave her calf a hard nip. “I know how much you like a bite.”
She let out a strangled scream because the pain flared and then became heat pooling between her thighs. Ben nibbled his way down her leg even as that fucking wand found her nipples again.
He was killing her. He didn’t let up. Between the sharp nips to her skin and the electricity lighting up her nipples, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the next sensation. Time seemed to bend on itself as Ben worked her over thoroughly.
When he touched her pussy with that fucking wand, her back bowed as she came. She was thankful for the restraints because she needed something to hold onto. Pleasure swamped her senses as she gritted her teeth and rode the wave.
Ben was smiling when he placed the wand on the tray she’d prepared and he seemed intent on not using. “You’re so wet, baby. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.” He dropped to his knees and before she’d hada chance to catch her breath, his tongue dove deep, mouth covering her pussy with a heat that threatened to singe her soul.
This was what she’d been waiting for. She felt possessed by him, loved by him. Tonight they connected on a level she’d never felt before.
“Turn me over,” she whispered. It would be easier for him.
He stared down at her. “And miss looking at your face? No, Kenzie. This is going to be my way. All the way.” He released her, unbinding her with a practiced hand, and then he eased a pillow under her lower back, opening her further to him. “And I want to feel your hands on me.”
She was more than ready when she felt his fingers rimming her asshole, rubbing the lube in. Her breath caught because he wasn’t going to use a plug this time.
Her body softened in submission. This was what she’d dreamed of since the moment she’d understood what sex was. She wanted this communion with the man she loved, with the man she could build a life with.
He was here now. With her. And there was no going back.
She gasped as he loomed over her, and she felt that big dick start to breach her.
Pressure but no pain. She bit her bottom lip as he gently worked his way in, little thrusts back and forth, opening her up in short passes.
And then he was inside her. She forced herself to breathe. She was too full. He was too big. She clutched him, letting her nails sink into his skin because she knew he liked to have her mark on him, too.
“You feel so good. I hope you like this because I can’t believe how good this is.” His jaw was tight, his face a mask of pure desire.
He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She tilted her pelvis up, taking him deeper.
Then he pulled back, his cock stroking her in a way she’d never felt before. Kenzie cried out, her whole body in tune with his, every nerve ending lighting with pleasure.
She felt their connection like she could feel the pleasure coming from his own body. He fucked her with ruthless precision, his hands on her hips, holding her still while he took and gave and connected them.
It seemed endless, this place she found with him. Endless and over far too soon since her body was already primed for pleasure. The orgasm felt cataclysmic.
Ben’s hands clenched around her as he came, filling her with warmth and life, and he was smiling as he fell down on the bed beside her.
He chuckled and helped her move up on the bed. “Give me a second and I’ll get you under those covers.”
“I love you so much.” The words were out of her mouth before she could think to call them back.
Ben went still, and she felt him tense.
Well, she’d known he probably wasn’t ready.
His cell phone buzzed in the now-awkward silence, and Ben rolled off the bed like it was an oven that would burn him. He went to the bathroom, and she heard the sink turn on. The cell kept buzzing.
Kenzie knew her perfect night was over.
* * * *
She’d said she loved him.
Ben left the bathroom after cleaning up. He walked over and picked up his cell, looking at the phone in his hand like it was a life jacket someone had thrown to him. Because those three words from her hit him like a bomb exploding.
His body buzzed with the pleasure she’d given him. Everything. She’d given him everything, including three words he wasn’t sure he could say back.
