His words echoed in her head.Thank you, thank you, thank you. And they reminded her that sometimes, those everyday, commonplace things, things like a promise or a kiss or the words ‘thank you’ could be so much more. And coming from Benji, they were always true, always heartfelt.
Sierra trembled when he moved, trailing his lips over the tops of her breasts where they spilled from the black lace bra. He blew a hot breath over her right nipple, and she closed her eyes as sensation bracketed her.
She could feel him everywhere. His body pinning her down, keeping her warm. His thumbs, always stroking, always soothing. His mouth, hovering over her, so close. ‘What do you want, Sierra?’ he asked again.
And this time, her needs were very specific. ‘I want your mouth.’
She tipped her head to look at him right as that wicked grin broke across his face. Her breath caught in her throat. Benji was so achingly beautiful, so strong and sweet and kind and, for just that moment, Sierra forgot why it had been so imperative that she push him away.
‘Where do you want my mouth?’
‘Anywhere. Just hurry up,’ she demanded.
‘How about everywhere?’ he asked. ‘We can start here …’ He flicked his tongue lightly over her nipple, already aching and tight beneath the lacey fabric of her bra. ‘Move here …’ He shifted to her other side, repeated that slightest teasing touch.
‘Benji,’ Sierra whined.
‘What do you want, Sierra?’ he repeated.
‘More.’
‘Greedy,’ Benji murmured, but he bent over her and sucked her aching nipple through the black lace. His tongue circled the sensitive point gently even as the fabric provided pleasurable friction.
Wanting more, Sierra arched into his mouth. She buried her hands in his hair and braced against the impossible need he kindled in her. When his teeth closed lightly over her, she moaned his name.
Benji’s careful control snapped at only that – his name on her lips.
With a few deft movements, he yanked her straps down and pulled the bra to her waist, exposing her heavy breasts to the cold night air and his burning gaze. His breath shuddered out of him. His eyes, so dark with passion, drank her in.
Sierra’s own breath heaved, but when she shifted to reach for him, he stopped her. He pinned both her arms above her head, forcing her breasts higher. He held her down with one big hand and lowered his mouth back to his task, this time with merciless intent.
He tortured her with lips and tongue and teeth until Sierra was panting.
She had forgotten.
She had forgotten how quickly he could bring her to the edge of her own self-control. Even as his mouth lavished her breasts with attention, her core throbbed from his pointed deprivation. She was hot and wet and flustered. ‘Benji, please,’ she begged.
He didn’t ask her what she was begging for. This was a dance they had done together more times than either of them could count. He released her breast with an audible ‘pop’ and slid down her body until his face was positioned between her legs. He didn’t gently remove her underwear, and he didn’t go slow. He yanked the thin lace to the side and buried his face between her thighs like a starving man placed in front of a king’s feast.
Sierra’s breath caught in her throat as he sank into her, and when he shifted higher and lightened his touch, teasing her clit in flashing strokes, she closed her eyes and gave herself to the moment.
She felt everything. The clever touches from his tongue. His hands, beneath her, lifting her hips. The cold air kissing her skin. The sleeping bag rubbing sensuously against her as she began to move in small, pleading thrusts.
Her pleasure built slowly at first. Almost faltering. And then faster, bolder, as her body, her instincts, took over.
When she reached that peak right before the fall, she hovered there, unable to let go, unable to allow herself to crash. And because he knew her, because he had loved her a thousand times before, Benji released her hips. He slipped her underwear down her legs and off. Using his thumbs, he spread her wide, said, ‘Seeing you so wet for me drives me crazy, Si,’ and licked through her firmly.
She moaned her approval.
‘You like that?’ he asked, his voice rough.
‘You know I do,’ she replied breathily.
Benji chuckled deeply, unhindered by her sass. He slowly sank two fingers into her – and then stilled. ‘Tell me what I want to hear, Sierra,’ he demanded roughly.
Sierra’s body clung to him, desperate for relief from the pressure. ‘I’m yours,’ she said, knowing what he wanted. Always. ‘I’m only ever yours.’
With a rough growl of approval, he pumped his fingers into her. Lowering his head, he sucked her clit gently between his lips, giving her the violent nudge off the edge that she so desperately needed.
