I want to fuck her tits. I want to slide my cock between the valley of her tits. And I plan on doing just that.
But first, I’m gonna make her come on my tongue.
Chapter 17-Esme
Steam is swirling around us and the tiny shower inside the cabin is barely big enough for me, but somehow, Benji is in here with me.
His hands are tracing patterns on my thighs, and he’s sucking on my nipples, biting down on them and making me moan.
I swear, I could come just from his mouth on them.
But I don’t have to test that theory because he’s moving again. Dropping to his knees, I can feel my slick building between my legs as I watch Benji lift one of my thighs and drape it over his shoulder.
“Benji,” I whimper.
“Easy, Sweetheart. Now, I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue. Want that? Want me to make you come, Ezzy?” he asks, his sapphire eyes blazing up at me.
“Y-yes, Benji. I want that,” I murmur.
And God help me, I do.
“That’s good, Sweetheart.”
His voice drops low, roughened by something that makes my pulse stutter.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he adds, slower this time, deliberate—like he wants me to feel every word before he even touches me. “But I need you to hush now. I don’t want anyone listening to your sweet sounds. Got it?”
His sapphire gaze locks on mine, dark and blazing, and I feel it all the way down—heat, need, something dangerously close to surrender.
I nod.
Because I do get it.
Fuck yes, I get it.
Not just what he’s asking—but why.
This thing between us?
It’s not quiet.
It’s not subtle.
It never has been.
And the way he looks at me right now—like I’m something he claimed once and never really let go of?
Yeah.
I don’t want to share that either.
My fingers tighten in his hair, my breath already coming too fast, too shallow, my body bracing like it knows what’s coming before it happens.
And the worst part?
The best part?
I don’t even care if this is reckless.
