Page 13 of Wine, Whiskey, & Lipstick 2

“No thanks needed, nor required.” Ben leaned downand softly brushed his lips against hers just long enough to inhale her breath and taste her lips.

It was the sweetest kiss but not nearly enough for what he needed.

Dillyn craved more than just a taste, too.

Ben took his time. He knew how this night would end–making loveoutside by the fire and underneath the moonlight. Fuckin’ perfect.

Dillyn grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer. Breathlessly, she spoke his name. “Ben,” parting her lips and allowing just enough access for his tongue to slip inside.

Ben deepened the kiss. He loved the taste of her and her eagerness. Hearing Dillyn call out to him in that way fueled his own desire.

What inhibitions?Whatever Dillyn had earlier in the evening was gone. Her shyness vanished. Dillyn’s body was on fire.

Her heart raced. Not only was she dizzy from passion, but she felt as if she were floating some place way above the clouds.

They were hit with such a primal desire that it was impossible to get close enough fast enough as they fumbled to take off each other’s clothes. Dillyn’s jacket was thrown somewhere over her shoulder, and it was the same for her yoga pants and t-shirt.

Her bra and panties quickly followed.

Ben’s t-shirt went flying and his jeans and boots too.

They never broke their kiss while fighting to get as close as possible to one another. Ben gently laid their bodies down, and instinctively, Dillyn’s legs parted so he could nestle in between them. He wanted to rush and take his pleasure but remembered . . . this night was about Dillyn. He wanted her always to remember this place and this moment. It was where he planned to propose when the time came. However, it was hard to maintain control with her squirming underneath him. Instead of positioning his body between her silky thighs, he lodged half of himself with his cock sandwiched between his stomach and her hip.

It was a protective measure to keep from moving too fast.

Dillyn was so aroused and very wet. Ben could feel it when his upper thigh connected with her slit. He smiled, knowing she wanted him even before he had kissed her. He hadn’t had time to get her ready, so to speak. Still, he teased her by reaching his hand between them, parting her slick folds with his fingers, and running the pad of his thumb lightly across her clit. “Feel good?”

Dillyn gripped his shoulders. “Mmm . . .” Her mind was mush.

He was hard and more than ready to sink deep into Dillyn’s velvety heat. He knew how good she felt. He had experienced it just last night and early this morning. His voice was strained as he tore his lips away from hers, kissing her jaw and moving down the curve of her neck, “I could live inside your body.”

“I’d love that,” Dillyn ached to touch him. Her hands were greedy and needy as they searched the sinewy of his body.

The palm of her hand came in direct contact with his thick, long, and powerful cock.The man was definitely blessed. Blessed be for me!Dillyn still didn’t understand how Ben could get all of that inside of her, but she didn’t care. It was magical when he did. She wrapped her hands around him, gently squeezing as she slowly moved up and down.

He stroked her.

She stroked him.

Dillyn could feel herself falling to the power of his touch but wanted to stop before she couldn’t. Tonight, Dillyn felt bold enough to try something she’d always wanted to do.

She wanted to take control.

Dillyn forced her eyes to open, but Ben’s was still closed. The look of pure ecstasy on his face only strengthened her resolve. Quickly, she maneuvered her body so that she was sitting on top straddling him.

Nervously, she whispered. “I might be awkward, but I want to do this.”

Ben swallowed hard.Awkward? In-fuckin-possible.Talk about a special moment to remember. Dillyn was always an eager participant when they made love, but she had never done anything like this. Ben was all for it. He didn’t know if his cock could get any harder, but it managed to do so.

“I’m all yours.” Ben reached up and took her breasts into his hands kneading and massaging them.

Dillyn’s head fell back again, almost getting lost in how he made her feel. “Nuh-uh.” She shook her head and waved his hands away. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

The surprise on Ben’s face was worth it. Dillyn lifted her body up just enough to position his cock right between the seam of her swollen sex. He moaned when she started to slide her body back and forth.

It was torture. Ben wanted in. He wanted to pound Dillyn hard. To keep from losing his shit, he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. Only, she felt too good.

What the entire fuck?Ben placed his hands on her hips, doing his level best to move at the pace she set.

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