Then he smiled, and I couldn’t breathe.
“More,” I whispered.
His thumb stroked over my cheek a few more times before his hand lowered again, never fully leaving me as he smoothed over my chest. My stomach. My waist. My hip. My thigh.
That smile never left his lips.
I laced my fingers through that hand as well, squeezing them both before bringing one to the top of my shirt, my fingers guiding his to the buttons.
“More.”
He exhaled through pursed lips. Inhaled through his nose. Exhaled again. Was he hesitating? Insecurity stabbed through my chest like a blade.
“You don’t have to.” I pulled back, but the hand still laced with mine refused to let me go.
“Please. I want to. Please. I just… needed a moment. It feels like I’ve been waitin’ forever to touch you. I… I don’t wanna do it wrong.”
I pulled my hand away from his, and he whined. His posture slumping, his brow tightening, his smile fading.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
If he was going to reject me, I needed to know now. Needed to just get it over with so I could move on.
I wasn’t careful as I tugged at my buttons, getting my shirt off as quickly as possible and tossing it to the side.
My hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled his hands back to me, over my bare chest. Forcing him tofeelme. To touch me andknowme.
“More.” It was a demand. Because my walls were crumbling, and his hands would either keep them upright or send them crashing down. I couldn’t exist in the in-between, in the unknown. “Touch me however you want to. It doesn’t matter. Justtouchme, Benny. All of me.”
He was fast, like an eager dog just let off its leash. My back hit the plush rug, and suddenly he was over me—hot breath on my face, my neck, large hands smoothing over my chest and down to grip firmly at my waist. His touch didn’t feel so exploratory now. It felt like want. Desire. Barely contained.
Benny’s fingers dug in and my back arched to bring me closer to him, his mouth descending, lips caressing my neck. I gave it to him, offering myself up to be consumed.
He made his way down, determined to kiss every inch of my skin. My fingers dug into his biceps like talons, keeping him to me. A silent demand to continue.
Lips over my chest, my nipple… I gasped, surrendering one of his arms to run my fingers through his hair instead, not letting his mouth move from that spot. He obliged eagerly, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking. Pleasure shot through my spine, a ley line from my nipple to my cock.
My head fell back against the rug. Benny’s soft sounds implied he was finding this just as pleasurable as I was. And that only added to how good it felt.
I let him continue until it was too much. My hand pushed his head back, only to bring him down on the other side. He tookto that one just as eagerly, and I didn’t doubt he’d stay there for hours if I wanted him to.
Benny’s fingers dug into my waist, his mouth caressed my chest, his large frame over my considerably smaller one. He was seeing me in all the ways that mattered, and he still wanted me. He didn’t even seem surprised or taken aback. He just… accepted me. As if it were easy. As if there was no other option.
“More,” I breathed.
He licked his lips, giving each of my swollen nipples another kiss before he moved further down my body. Kissing. Licking. Tasting.
When he reached my waistband, I released him to open it. His fingers hooked under the fabric, and I raised my hips off the ground so he could pull my pants and underwear down. When they caught on my shoes, he found the laces and pulled them off too.
Then I was bare. As exposed as he was. As vulnerable.
It was terrifying.
It was exhilarating.
Kisses on my knee. My thigh. On skin no one had ever touched but me. He nipped at me there, and I gasped, the small bite like an electric spark. My cock leaked onto my stomach.
“More.”
