“I’ve been waiting for this for-fucking-ever.”
“I wish time would stop.”
I realize I’ve spent my entire life underestimating the power of a kiss, because Ben has me aching. He pulls away to catch his breath and presses his lips to my forehead. I let my hands slide through his hair, so soft and thick. His shoulders are wide and muscular, and God, skin to skin like this, he feels amazing.
Then he reaches between us, flicks the clasp on my bra, and drags it off my arms. Now my breasts pillow against his bare chest, making it hard to breathe. Other men would be finished by now. Seriously, I’ve been with guys who can’t even seem to hold onto their shit until they get their pants unzipped. But Ben acts like there’s no rush, like we have all the time in the world. The erection pressed between my legs says different.
He tilts his head and kisses my shoulder. Then my neck. All while his hands slide up my back to my shoulders, then down to my waist.
I push my hands into his hair and draw his head back to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s perfect. So perfect.” He pulls the elastic band from my hair. It falls everywhere, and he smiles as he brushes it back.
I tilt my head, silently questioning him.
He sighs. “I just don’t want this to end any sooner than it has to. If I only get you once, I want to draw out every second.”
Those may be the sweetest words anyone has ever said to me. The tingle of tears bridges my nose. A sting forms in my eyes. Then, fuck, I’m not just struggling to stay afloat, I’m going under.
I can’t do this.
The fear is foreign and confusing. I’ve never been afraid of sex before. Never been afraid of men. But I’m damn fucking scared right now. Of this pretty, beta physician who I barely know.
This is insane.
Who the hell am I? I don’t recognize who I’ve become over the last seven months, or who I turn into with this man. I’m no longer the disconnected, careless sex seeker, and now I don’t know where I fit.
So I fall back on what I know. What I’m good at. I push up on my knees and reach for the button and zipper of my shorts, then stand on the bed while Ben helps me shimmy them over my hips. As soon as they drop, his mouth goes straight between my legs. He cups my leg behind the knee, pulls my thigh over his shoulder, and licks me. I drag in a sharp breath right before he pulls my other leg out from under me. I fall on my butt, laughing. A devilish smile flashes across his face, but melts into a look so intense, I shiver.
He bends over me, kisses my breasts, my belly, and dips his head between my legs again. The mere touch of his mouth makes me arch, then he licks and sucks and, fuck, I’m gone. I absolutely can’t form a thought. I can only experience every shard of pleasure, every unexpected shiver, all the ecstasy pulling me into a climax I didn’t see coming. It hits hard, obliterates my mind and twists my body. But I can’t catch my breath. Ben’s still exploring, his tongue drawing lazy circles around my clit, driving me insane, but too leisurely to draw another peak.
“Ben,” I say breathless. I curl toward him and push my fingers into his hair, hold his head steady and lift my hips into his mouth. He gives me a little pressure and a quick suck that lights my brain on fire. But the orgasm I need is just out of reach. And Ben’s watching me as he eats, eyes dark and hungry. “Ben, I need it. Need it.”
He growls and covers me with his whole mouth. The sound vibrates against me and the wet, hot pleasure of his mouth shoots me straight to the peak again. The orgasm sings through me, better than I anticipate. Satisfying me down to the bone.
I drop heavily against the bed and stare blankly at the ceiling. My vision is blurred, my body limp, my breathing still quick. “Fuck.”
Ben kisses my belly. “Is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?”
I push my hand through his hair, tilt my head to meet his eyes. “Amazing fuck.”
A hot grin flashes across his face, then it’s gone. He works his shorts down, and when he gathers me in his arms and pulls me into his lap, our gazes lock as he pushes inside me. It’s so fucking heavenly, my eyes roll back before they close.
“Jesus, you’re so perfect.” His voice is rough and low. “I lost count of how many times I fantasized about this very moment.”
He really knocked me off my game with that oral sex. I should be rocking his world right now, but I’m having a hard time finding the energy.
I rise up on my knees and gather my hair off my damp neck. The feel of him moving inside me is electric. I hold my hair up with one hand and rest the other on his shoulder as I rock my hips to take him in long full strokes. And there’s a lot of him to take. A lot of length. A lot of girth. And, God, it’s fucking delicious. I can’t remember the last time I was impressed with a cock. But Ben’s…yeah. I’m officially impressed. And now that I’ve started moving, I’ve gotten a second wind. I’m wet, and he slides easily inside me, teasing me with the sting created as he stretches me. When he withdraws, I feel a void that I immediately need to fill.
“You’re mind-blowingly sexy.” His hands explore my body, cup my breasts, my ass. Draw my butt cheeks higher so I can take him deeper. He closes his teeth around my nipple, then sucks. When he releases, he smiles up at me. “You like that.”
“Do I?”
“Uh-huh.” He licks my other nipple. “You fuck me faster when I do it.”
His teeth close down again, and pleasure takes a direct path between my legs. To assuage the ache, I do fuck him faster, right up until he lets go.
“Ben.” I drop my head against his and whisper, “Do it again. I need to come.”
With a growl, he complies with a little extra bite, a little stronger suck. He pulls my hips in harder and brings one hand to my jaw to tilt my head and draw my gaze back to his, then he takes my nipple between his teeth, deliberately manipulating it as I rise to orgasm. As he watches me rise. God, it’s so fucking good.
“Ben—”
My climax shudders through me hard. My hips buck. The pleasure is so intense, I whimper. Ben wraps his hand around the back of my neck and draws me into a deep, wet kiss. One I swear is permeated with ownership.
I rest my forehead against his, my hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand at my neck. There’s something about this hold that makes me feel… God, I don’t even know. Desired. Wanted. Protected. Controlled.
So much for my beta.
And he’s still hard inside me. How does he do that? “Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” I ask in a soft, breathless voice. “Or serial, or whatever you want to call them?”
“I don’t think so.”
I smile. “Hold on for the ride.”
12
Ben
This woman makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Need with a sharp edge. Desire that grips every cell.
She puts both hands on my shoulders and eases me back on the bed. Then she sits up and starts moving again, that sexy, uninhibited undulation of her body. And she’s so wet, so fucking sexy, she warps my brain.
“Don’t hold back,” she says. “Leave your body to me. I’ll take good care of it.”