Page 19 of Every Breath

He squeezes one breast and I gasp, the tenderness surprising me. He pauses but only for a second before he moves down, trailing soft kisses down my neck until he reaches my breast, his tongue swirling around the hard nipple before taking it in his mouth. I cry out when he sucks, my fingers curling into the back of his head, but I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t want him to.

He takes the other nipple in his mouth and does the same thing, teasing it to a stiff peak with his tongue. His hand slides down my torso, pausing for a moment just below my belly button, fingers spreading before the tip of one finger touches my cleft. I say his name as he slides his fingers between my legs, feeling my unmistakable wetness for him.

His mouth loves lower, his beard scratching at the same time his tongue licks and sucks, two sensations that leave me wanting more. When he reaches my belly, he kisses the skin there, soft warm kisses that has me closing my eyes and letting go.

“Benny,” I sigh. “Please.”

I feel his fingers spreading me open for him, his tongue flattening against my folds. He pushes my thighs apart, his hands sliding under my legs as he holds me in place. A kiss here, a lick there, a teasing nibble of my clit. I sigh again, my hands digging into the pillows above me.

“Let me see you, Sarah. No secrets,” he says and I move my arms to the sides. He’s right. No more secrets.

Benny slips a finger inside me as he continues to lick and suck my pussy until my release comes like a wave that takes me with it, hard and fast, leaving me shuddering and begging him to fuck me.

As the head of his cock presses against my opening, he crushes his mouth against mine and I taste myself on his tongue, tangy and a little sweet. When Benny thrusts into me, his cock filling me in one long and hard stroke, stars explode from behind my eyelids as my fingers sink into the skin of his back. From here on, there is no more gentleness. Just rough hard sex, just the way I like it.

A claiming, an ownership of body and soul—mine and his.

But there is gentleness, too, as his thrusts slow and he takes his time, peppering my face and neck with kisses, leaving his mark on my skin with his teeth. When I come again minutes later, Benny silences my cries with his mouth, his cock still pounding inside me. No respite, not yet, not for me even as my orgasm claims me hard and fast again and again.

When I feel his cock swelling inside me, his movements becoming shorter, his breathing more ragged, I know he’s close.

“I’m coming,” he groans in my mouth as he comes, shuddering with his release, his cock buried all the way, filling me completely. It’s a coming home like no other and I whisper his name as he murmurs mine, telling me the words I always long to hear again and again from him. Twelve years later, I’ll never get tired of hearing them.

I love you I love you I love you.

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