Page 18 of Every Breath

Chapter Ten

Bennyand I can’t keep our hands off each other on the drive back to his condo. We barely make it through the door when he pins me against the wall, his mouth hot against mine, my fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt before his hands grip my wrists and press them against the wall above my head. My stomach clenches. This is it. This is where I relinquish all control, just beyond the front door where it’s just us. Only us.

“Fuck, I missed you, Sarah.” Benny buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent. It’s an act that makes me press my thighs together only to feel his knee nudge them apart. “You know better than to do that, precious girl.”

I gasp as his tongue finds my earlobe. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like this,” he growls in my ear and my nipples become hard, like pebbles pressing against his chest. “You love it.”

“I crave it. You know I do,” I whisper as he claims my mouth with his, his tongue darting between my teeth, sweeping across the roof of my mouth. I moan against him, the butterflies in my belly coming alive in earnest.

Benny pulls away, lets go of my wrists, and takes a step back. His gaze is intent now, his jaw clenched. “Show me just how much you crave it.”

His erection presses against my belly as I let my hands roam along his sides, his skin warm to the touch. I unbuckle his jeans, unbutton him, and free his hard cock from its confines. It’s hot and hard against my hand as I stroke the shaft, feeling the veined ridges along the base, the pre-cum that moistens the tip. Benny’s eyes narrow as he watches me lick my lips.

I get down on my knees. His hand rests on the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I lick the head of his cock, my tongue swirling along the tip as Benny leans his other hand against the wall. His eyes close as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip before slipping him into my mouth.

He groans, his fingers gripping my hair but not pushing or pulling. Not yet. I haven’t taken him halfway yet. I need to take my time, adjusting to his girth, his length. And only then will he take control again. I love his smell, his taste. I love how hot he feels against my mouth.

I cup his balls, gently massaging them as I work my way down his shaft, relaxing my throat. We’d been so busy the past two weeks and I’ve missed this, kneeling before him, showing him just how much I crave this. Twelve years together, it still feels like it’s new, the push and pull of the things we do behind closed doors, the letting go of control, letting him take the reins of my heart and my body. An accidental discovery, one that changed everything between us. What I liked—letting go—and what he excelled at—the domination, the power, like the glue that kept us together through the years, both of us each other’s flames. Both of us holding the other’s key.

I take his cock into my mouth, inch by inch, hearing him gasp and groan. When I pull back to take a breath, his hand pushes me forward, taking control of my movements this time.

“Show me,” he growls and I do, letting him set the rhythm as I take him in my mouth as far as I can before I pull back, needing air. He repeats it again and I let him until I can feel him pulsing in my mouth. He’s close, I can sense it from the way his cock feels in my mouth, thickening, throbbing, his breathing becoming ragged.

But there’s also something different. It’s a feeling I picked up toward the end of the dinner tonight, after he told me without words what he wanted… another child.

Is that why he hasn’t spoken the words he always would say to me—good girl, precious girl, my kitten? Is that how the game will change for us?

Suddenly Benny pulls away and lifts me by my arms back to my feet. He brings his hand to my jaw, keeping me in place as he leans closer, his beard scratching my skin.

“Not yet,” he murmurs as I catch my breath. “Now go to the bedroom and get in position. I want you naked, and on the bed this time.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper and do as I’m told, all thoughts of babies fading from my mind. I’m back in my body, only it’s one that’s changing, I just know it. I feel it. It’s not just me growing older, it’s something else.

I remove my clothes and climb on the bed. I kneel in the middle of it, facing the door just as Benny likes to see me. My nipples are hard, the cleft between my legs soaked with need and desire.

I hear him make his way upstairs, the sound of the central heating turning on, a whisper of a breeze inside the room. I don’t even feel the cold. All I feel is that deep want for something only he can give me.

I catch my breath when Benny enters the room, still wearing his jeans unbuckled and unbuttoned, barefoot, his shirt half-open. I’ve always unabashedly loved Benny’s body. He’s just perfect, with broad shoulders, a chiseled chest and six-pack abs, his thighs, muscular and strong. He’s a rugged man, just the way I like it, with hard edges that make me weak in the knees and a look that has me kneeling before him with just a word, a command.

I can feel him watching me as he approaches and I shiver in anticipation, biting my lower lip as his broad frame fills my vision. Friends have long wondered how we’d managed to stay together after twelve years when not even their marriages have lasted half as long. Sometimes I wonder if it’s this, the games we play together when we’re alone, the command over my body and my heart that I’ve given him so long ago, one that ends the moment I say my safe word… but I’ve never had to.

“Shi'áád,” he whispers as he leans his hands on the bed in front of me, his lips touching mine tenderly. My woman. “Look at me, Sarah.”

I look at him as he strokes my cheek, rough hands that have seen hard work at such a young age, the same hands I love to feel against my skin. “Yes, sir?”

“Say my name.”

“Benny. Shika.” My man.

His lips curl along one side in a smile. “I like hearing you say it.” He kisses me softly again, taking his time as I feel myself ache with need. I want him so bad. I want him in me.

“Undress me,” he murmurs and my hands go up to his shoulders, pushing the shirt down his arms as he nudges me onto the bed. It takes mere seconds to get me lying on my back, Benny on top of me as I toss his shirt to the floor and tug his jeans from his hips. His gaze holds me like a prisoner as he helps along and within seconds, we’re both naked on the bed, his cock hard and hot against my thigh.