“Did you hear me say yellow or red? No. I liked it this time. Iwantit. You holding me down, taking control—it feels good. Safe. Only with you though.”
He exhaled shakily, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. His hands slid back to my wrists, slower this time, giving me every chance to pull away. When I didn’t, he pressed them back gently to the mattress, fingers lacing through mine.
“You still with me?” he asked, voice softer now, thumb stroking the inside of my wrist where he held me down.
“So fucking green.” I arched up into him, rolling my hips so he could feel how wet I still was. “Don’t you dare go easy on me now.”
His smile was slow, dangerous. He looked like a man who’d been starving for weeks and had finally found food.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
He released me only long enough to shove his pants and boxer briefs down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.
“Hold tight, baby.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Gotta grab a condom from the bathroom.”
I caught his arm gently, shaking my head. This time, my heart was hammering for an entirely different reason.
“I’m on the pill—have been for a while, since it helps with my cycle.” My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. “I don’t want anything between us.”
He exhaled slowly, like he was processing every word.
“I haven’t been with anyone in months,” he said, voice low and earnest. “Not since last season. And I got tested right after that. Full panel, all negative.”
I nodded, smiling through the nerves.
“I trust you,” I told him. Something raw flashed across his face when I leaned up and nipped his lips. “And I want this. Just us.”
He groaned low in his throat. His hips jerked forward, the thick head of him nudging my entrance again, hot and bare and slick with both of us.
“You’re gonna ruin me, Arabella,” he rasped, voice shaking with restraint.
I whimpered, legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer. “Please, Bennett. I need you.”
He notched himself properly at my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered, nudging the blunt head of his cock inside me. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, reaching up to cup his face. “I’m ready. Just, go slow at first?”
I was still slick and swollen from his fingers and the spanking, but this was different. Bigger.
He pushed forward, barely an inch, and I gasped at the stretch.Definitely bigger than three fingers.It wasn’t painful, just full. The kind of pressure that made my breath catch.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, thumb brushing my cheek. “In through your nose. Out slow.”
I did. In. Out. The burn eased a little, turning into something warmer, deeper. I shifted my hips experimentally, swallowing another small fraction of him inside me.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“Keep going,” I breathed. “Slowly.”
He did. Inch by careful inch, rocking gently, letting me adjust. Every tiny movement sent sparks up my spine. Pleasure edged that delicious burn, the feeling of being claimed so completely making my eyes sting.
When he was finally seated all the way, his hips flush against mine, he stilled again.
“Look at you, taking me so well. Every inch,” he murmured against my throat. “You’re stretching around my cock like you were made for it, Arabella.”
The praise hit me like a spark, heat flooding my core. I could feel myself easing around him, the glide becoming smoother with every slow rock of his hips.
