“Fuck, you feel incredible.” He makes this low growl in his throat that makes my nipples hard.
The way he watches me is intense. Like I mean more to him, something beyond what we’ve agreed to. Like he wants to make those long-term promises.
I close my eyes, not wanting to see anything that’s not really there.
He bottoms out, and it’s incredible. He’s wedged deep, thick and pulsing. God, no one has ever felt this good. Not that I have much to compare, but Ben’s the biggest I’ve ever been with. By far. And as he begins to thrust in and out, he hits all of those secret spots I’ve barely been aware of.
“Sunshine. Eyes on me.”
I find him studying me. I smile, wanting to open myself to him. Not just my body, but the parts I’ve been holding back that are afraid to get close to any man again.
He reaches between us and gently grazes my clit, and I shudder.
“I’m so close.” I arch back, and he groans, his eyes ravenous as they travel over me, pausing at the spot where our bodies are joined.
“Give me your hand.” Curious, I do what he says and smile as he sucks on the tip of my finger before he places it between my legs. “Rub that pretty pussy of yours.”
Then he leans back and pulls up my hips, so half of my body is off the bed.
“You okay like this?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Yeah.” I’m breathless when he pulls back almost all the way, pausing to watch himself slide into my body. “Wow. Okay. This angle.”
Holy hell, his dick rubs my g-spot like he was made for my body.
“Ben, you feel so good, ohmigod.” I laugh, startled by the sensations rippling through me.
My legs tighten at his sides as he quickens the pace, and I nearly levitate off the bed with how mind-blowing those strokes feel.
I start to rub my swollen nub. It doesn’t take much.
Slowly thrusting, he watches me as I arch and moan and shake through my orgasm.
“You’ve officially wrecked me,” I tease, breathless.
A devilish grin spreads on his mouth. He rolls us over so I’m sitting astride his big body. “Ride me, gorgeous.”
He smacks me on the ass, and I gasp as it sends another bolt of pleasure through me.
I like how he watches me like he’s a predator and I’m his prey.
My hair is everywhere, my ponytail long gone. Sleepily, I raise my arms and lift my hair while I stretch languidly and look down at him. It falls back over my shoulders and forms a curtain over my boobs.
His rough hands graze my thighs as I rise and fall over him. His eyes are riveted to my breasts. It’s crazy how I don’t have any body issues when I’m with Ben. I don’t wonder if my chest is too small. I just feel good because I’m pretty sure he likes what he sees.
And I know I shouldn’t be getting a sense of self-worth from anyone but myself, but having Destiny put down my body in front of our friends is a tough thing to get over.
“You’re so beautiful, Sienna.”
I pause, perched on his lap. My cheeks heat, and I bite my lip to hide a smile. I mean, I don’t know how I could flush any more after an orgasm, but I do. My face must look like a ripe tomato.
He chuckles. “I love that you’re blushing right now.”
I don’t know where this bout of extreme honesty comes from, but I say the words I’m thinking. “You make me feel beautiful.”
“That’s because you are. Inside and out.”
God, I love this guy.
The thought shocks me. I close my eyes to take stock of what I’m feeling as I resume bouncing on his lap.
Because it’s hella early to be using the L-word.
It’s just the great sex, I tell myself. It has to be.
Speaking of which, I want him to always remember our first time. So I sit up more and arch back, holding onto his thick thighs while I lift my hips.
He swells inside me, and I moan. In just a few moments, I’m right there all over again.
“I’m gonna come again,” I whisper.
Ben’s jaw is tight, his whole body rigid. I reach between our bodies and rub around where he slides into me. I use that wetness to stroke my swollen clit, and I go off. Lights shoot behind my eyes, and I quake.
He sits up, sets his hand on my ass and bounces me in his lap, impaling me on his giant erection as he kisses me possessively. His chest rumbles in a low groan when he comes.
I’m still shivering in his arms minutes later when we’re panting in a tangled heap. My head rests on his chest. I run my finger over his defined pecs. Over his collarbone. Up his neck.
“We’re sweaty. You’re going to need another shower.” Because I know he took one at the gym.
His eyes are closed, but he opens one to squint at me. “Nah. I’m good. I smell like you now.”
I sniff him. “You smell like sex,” I tease. Actually, he smells like Ben. Like sexy man, sandalwood soap, and clean sweat.
“And what sex that was. Why would I wanna wash it off right away?”
“Gross.”
I scream with laughter as he tucks me underneath him to wipe his sweaty body on me, but then he launches off the bed while holding his dick. It’s an awkward look that amuses me to no end.
“Gotta take care of this before you’re covered in my swimmers.”
Then he trots his naked ass down my hallway to the bathroom.
I sigh and collapse back in bed, deliriously happy.
Which can’t be good. Nothing good ever comes from being this content.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
No, I’m not going to do this to myself.
Hating the negativity I’ve picked up lately, I decide I’ll work it out on my yoga mat and get to a good place where I’m not doubting everything.
Just because things are going well with Ben doesn’t mean they’ll fall apart, right?
34
BEN
“Lily’s up,” Sienna calls through the bathroom door. “I got her.”
“K. Thanks!” I turn on the water in the shower, still chuckling about the look on Sienna’s face when I pounced on her a few minutes ago. I love teasing that girl. She makes me laugh, and no one makes me laugh.
And that sex? There are no words to describe it. Otherworldly, maybe. Transcendent?
I love how uninhibited she is. How she’s always up for anything. Just thinking about her tits bouncing in my face makes my dick swell again.
I squeeze my cock with a laugh.
With all the shit going on right now, I should not be smiling. Sienna has that effect on me, though.
And Jesus, she’s hot. But it’s the way she gives herself to me that leaves me speechless. The way she looks at me. The way she trusts me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but having this woman in my life is humbling.
I’m not known for communicating, but I want to find a way to show her I appreciate her. That she matters.
After I rinse my body and dry all of the pertinent parts, I wrap the towel around my waist and head back to my room to grab some clothes.
Except when I see who’s standing at the front door with her mouth hanging open, her stare darting between me and Sienna, I wish I was wearing more than this damp cloth.
My sister Gabby must realize I’m standing here half-naked because she screeches and slaps her hand over her eyes.