I pressed a kiss to her skin and then delivered three more smacks in rapid succession, relishing the way her ass jiggled with every impact. She arched higher, seeking relief.
“Spread your legs,” I told her.
She did, widening her stance, giving me better access.
I slid a hand between her thighs from behind, fingers gliding through slick folds. She was fucking drenched, just like I knew she would be.
She cried out when I plunged two fingers inside her. Loud enough that I was suddenly glad we had the entire floor.
“Oh, baby,” I growled against her ear. “You fucking loved that, didn’t you?”
“Bennett,please.I need you inside me.” She rocked back onto my hand, riding my fingers shamelessly. “I need you to fuck me.”
I pulled my fingers free and brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine.
Yeah, we were both done waiting. It was time to make her mine.
Bella
Ibarely had time to catch my breath before Bennett spun me around again and crashed his mouth back onto mine.
It was desperate and filthy. I kissed him just as hard, digging my nails into his shoulders so I could hold myself up. My ass was on fire, stinging from the spanking he had just given me, and still, I wanted more.
I was so on edge already that even the brush of his thigh between my legs felt like too much and not enough all at once. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat. My thighs were slick and I hadn’t even come yet.
But god, I could already tell this orgasm was going to be different.
Bigger. Deeper.
Life altering.
Bennett broke away long enough to yank his own shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then his hands were tearing at the waistband of my thong like it personally offended him. The thin straps snapped under his grip, and the soaked fabric hit the floor with a wet slap.
Holy shit.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Now. Or I fuck you right here against the wall.”
I didn’t trust my legs to carry me that far, but I tried anyway, stumbling toward the stairs while he stalked after me. Thesecond I reached the upstairs landing, he caught me around the waist and lifted me clean off the floor.
“I can still walk, you know,” I managed between giggles, even as my legs wrapped around his hips on instinct.
“Then I’m not doing my job right.”
He carried me the rest of the way like I weighed nothing, kicking the bedroom door shut behind us and dropping me onto the mattress. He followed me down, bracketing my hips, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
And just as quickly as it started, he stopped. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said, already loosening his hold.
I wrinkled my brows with confusion. “Huh?”
Bennett’s eyes searched mine, the heat in them dimming just enough for worry to take over. He let go of my wrists completely, shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning me anymore. His hands hovered uncertainly above me like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“That time in your apartment.” He exhaled hard through his nose, sitting back on his heels. “You didn’t like being pinned down. I should’ve remembered.”
My heart squeezed. I reached up, cupping his face with both hands.
“Hey,” I whispered. “I’m good. Really.”
He swallowed, still tense. “You sure? We can switch it up. There are plenty of other positions—”
