I wanted to see how long he could last like that. Next time, though. Because what I wanted more was for him to mark me with his cum as I’d done to him with mine.
“Come on me.”
He slammed his hips down, trapping my hand between us as I felt his cock pulse with his orgasm, his cum joining what remained of mine.
“Good,” I praised, running my hand up his back, damp with sweat. “So good for me.”
Benny trembled, and I slipped my hand free from between us to wrap them both around him, pulling him down. He switched from resting on his hands to his elbows, his chest against mine without crushing me. I almost wished he would.
My lips pressed against his cheek and he trembled harder. “So good. You made me feel so good, pup.”
Once he’d calmed, I sensed the uncertainty stirring inside him. He wasn’t sure what came next. Neither was I.
But we’d come this far without a plan, and I wouldn’t have changed any of it.
He knew my body by touch, even if he didn’t know it by sight, and he was still here. He still wanted this. He still wanted me. He hadn’t rejected me yet.
The voice of doubt that always resided in me was silent. I didn’t want to think rationally. I didn’t want to be logical and smart.
Being impulsive had gotten us here, and I really liked it here.
“Benny?”
“Yes?” His voice was soft.
I placed a hand on his chest, gently urging him up onto his hands again. My ankles locked him in when he tried to move too far away.
My eyes caught on his lips for a long moment before I could drag them away. My hands smoothed up his chest, over his shoulders, behind his neck.
Trust him.
A deep inhale. Then my fingers slipped under the back of his blindfold, and I pulled it away.
His eyes were closed. His breaths harsh and short. His brow pinched together.
“Open,” I whispered.
Brown. His eyes were a deep, rich brown. So full of color. They glassed over. His lips twitched up into a crooked smile. “Hi.”
I sniffed. “Hi.”
His eyes flicked between mine, taking me in like he had to memorize me.
“Am I… what you expected?”
He huffed, bringing a hand to my face to wipe away a dampness I wouldn’t acknowledge.
“You’re…” He smiled. “You’re everything.”
fifteen
Benny
MY PRINCE.
He was beautiful. More so than I ever could have anticipated. Pale skin, high cheekbones, full lips. His hair was so blond it was almost white. His eyes… I was lost in his eyes. A willing captive. A striking blue, so light they almost looked like diamonds. Gleaming in the low lighting. Framed by long lashes, dampened as he blinked another tear. I smoothed that one away too, because someone like him should never shed tears without somebody to catch them.
He was flawless. Elegant. Regal. A prince.
