When he leaned in again, it was slower this time, like he was letting me set the pace without explicitly saying so. His forehead brushed mine first, then his nose.
It was a question, not a demand. And I answered by closing the distance between us, lips finding his in a kiss that felt steadier, deeper.
And that was when it hit me.
This—his care, our adjustment—was what made it different. What madehimdifferent. He didn’t just want my body; he wanted my comfort.
The heat was still there, even stronger than before, only now it was grounded. Safe. Intimate in a way that made my skin buzz instead of my brain overload.
I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath my palms, and smiled against his lips.
Turned out, nothing was hotter than being wantedandunderstood.
His teeth grazed my throat lightly, a gentle nibble that sent sparks straight to my core. I gasped, arching toward him.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, voice husky. “On top of me, riding my cock.”
Holy shit.His mouth, his words.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“Good,” I whispered, fingers tightening in his hair. “Really good.”
He hummed in approval and slid a hand up to cup my breast, teasing my nipple through the fabric. It hardened instantly under the friction, and I moaned softly.
“What about this?” he asked, rolling the peak between his fingers. “Do you want my hands here or lower?”
“Both,” I managed, breathless. “I liked your hands on my ass before, but that feels good, too.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Mm, greedy girl.”
His eyes locked on mine as he tugged my bra strap down, exposing one nipple to the air. He blew cool breath over it,watching it pebble tighter. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting these gorgeous tits for months now.”
His other hand palmed my ass firmly, gripping the flesh as he pulled me closer against his lap. The pressure of his hard cock made me throb. He didn’t push, just held me there, making me squirm.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Heat flooded my cheeks even as I rocked subtly against him.
And then, because I knew he would appreciate it, andfuckdid I crave his appreciation, I added, “I’ve thought about you touching me like this. About you . . . sucking on my nipples.”
“Oh, baby, be careful what you wish for.”
He closed his mouth over my exposed nipple and sucked. A sharp cry shot out of me when he bit down.
Nipple nibbler unlocked.
Bennett’s tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothed it with a slow lick. The sensation shot straight between my legs, and I rolled my hips, chasing the friction of his cock straining against his jeans.
Both of his hands dropped to my ass then, fingers digging in as he spread me slightly and guided me. Slow, deliberate rocks dragged the hard ridge of him right along my clit through the soaked lace.
“That’s it,” he murmured, switching to my neglected nipple and giving it the same treatment. Suck, bite, lick.Fuck.“Take what you need, Bella. Use me.”
I whimpered, hands fisting in his hair. The rough scrape of his stubble brushing my breasts sent sparks skittering up my spine.
That decided it. Bennett was never allowed to shave his face again.
Each roll of my hips earned a low growl from him. His thumbs traced the crease where thigh met ass, teasing dangerously close to where I was dripping for him, but never quite crossing that line.
