Not when she’s still mine.
So, I step further inside the room.
Kick off my boots.
Strip down fast, like if I hesitate even a second I might talk myself out of it.
Not happening.
I move toward the bathroom, hand settling on the door.
Pause.
Just for a second.
Then I open it.
Steam rolls out.
And there she is.
And just like that, any thought of restraint?
Gone.
I pull back the curtain—holy fucking shit—Esme is standing there, eyes wide, hands pressed to her chest as if trying to hide herself from me.
But that’s impossible because she’s just so—so big. Bountiful. Perfect.
“Benji,” she gasps my name, but that’s all she says because I’m already moving in.
I cup her cheeks and fuse her lips to mine.
Fuck, she tastes so good.
Like apples and cinnamon and home.
I groan as I lick into her, and she clutches at my shoulders.
I know I can’t fuck her again. Not until I get my hands on some condoms.
But I can taste her.
And I intend to.
“So fucking good,” I groan as I kiss my way to her neck, nipping her tender skin between my teeth as my hands roam over her lush curves.
“Benji, we can’t?—”
“Shh, I know. I got you,” I tell her and I lick my way down her chest, stopping to suck on her ripe nipples.
“I fucking love your tits, Sweetheart,” I groan as I lick across them, pinching and twisting her hard buds with my fingers.
“Oh God,” she moans, lips parted, breath coming in faster, heavier now.
Her chest is heaving, and my cock is so hard while I play with her there.
Goddamn, she is divine.
