The sensation was overwhelming, intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated. It was messy and primal and so freaking perfect.
When he eased out of me, I hissed at the sudden emptiness. Our mixed releases leaked out, pooling beneath me on the sheets.
Bennett’s eyes glowed at the sight.
“Christ, look at you,” he said quietly. “All messy and full of me.”
He leaned down and kissed me once, then slid off the bed.
“Don’t move, baby.”
I watched him disappear into the bathroom. In the sudden quiet, my body hummed with aftershocks. My pussy felt tenderand deliciously used. My skin prickled with drying sweat, ass cheeks still stinging from the front door spanking
But beneath the sated haze, one thing looped louder than the rest.
I love you so fucking much.
He’d said it just before he’d come, hips buried deep as he pulsed inside me. But had it just been . . . orgasmic haze or something else?
My heart stuttered. Bennett didn’t seem like the kind of guy who threw those words around casually, but what did I know? I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles. Part of me wanted to call it out, laugh it off, give him the opportunity to take it back. Another part wanted to take the time to script the perfect response.
He didn’t give me a chance to decide. When he came back, he carried a damp cloth. He was still gloriously naked, skin flushed with sweat, cock softening but still heavy.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
I let my knees fall wider, exposing the mess. He didn’t seem to mind, easing the warm cloth between my thighs with careful strokes.
The heat soothed my swollen folds, easing the ache where he'd stretched me. He wiped gently. Every pass made me shiver; I was still so sensitive, the pressure sparked tiny aftershocks.
“I was rough on you,” he said, eyes flicking up to mine. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
“Probably,” I breathed, smiling faintly. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He nodded, thumb brushing lightly over my clit, just once, before he patted me dry with a fresh towel.
As he worked, my mind circled back.
I love you.
The words echoed warmer now, less frantic. The way he’d said it with his body blanketing mine felt too real for sex talk.
He crawled up the bed and tucked me against his chest, drawing my leg across his body and resting his hand possessively on my ass.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he whispered.
I sighed, melting against him. “You caught me. It’s just that—” Time to put on your big-girl panties, Bella Pink. “You said you loved me.”
He tilted my head back until my eyes met his. “I did.”
My throat tightened. “And did you mean it, or was that just . . . orgasm talk?”
Laughter shook his chest. “Orgasm talk?”
“I mean, people say things in the heat of the moment. Endorphins. Whatever. I just need to know if it was real, because if it was, I—”
He cut me off with a kiss. Softer this time, the slow, lazy kind that saidlistenmore thanshut up.
When he pulled back, his thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away the single tear I hadn’t realized had escaped.
