Page 78 of Only You and Me

Without speaking, he reaches his hand in front of me and unties my robe, then places both hands on my hips as the robe falls open.

He leans his upper body closer and rests his head against mine, so his mouth is near my ear, and I shiver in response. His eyes blaze with desire as he watches me in the mirror.

“So, are you telling me that if I slide my hand down to your pussy, I’m not gonna find it soaked for me?” His voice is confident and sexy.

I say nothing, yet hold his heated stare captive to mine as his hands skim my flushed skin, one traveling toward my breasts and the other stopping between my legs. He cups my aching pussy and my full breast for several long seconds and I bite my lower lip, trying to be patient.

Just when I think he’s never going to touch me how I want, his fingers spread me open down my center and he strokes my sensitive flesh. His other hand flicks at my throbbing nipple.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so goddamn wet.”

I moan at his words and press into his hand, fighting against my eyes fluttering shut at how good his touch feels. I want to watch every erotic moment of Ben touching my body, read the desire written across the features of his face.

“Here’s what I think we should do… I’m going to take the world’s fastest shower while you finish combing through your hair. Then we’re going to our bed and I’m gonna spend as long as you’ll let me drawing every ounce of pleasure I can from your body.”

He fixes his sultry gaze on me in the mirror, waiting for my assent. Ben might like to take control in the bedroom—which I thought I’d hate but actually love—but he always treats me with respect and consideration.

I nod at him, and his eyes light up. He leans down and brushes his lips against the sensitive flesh of my neck as he removes his hands from my body. I whimper at the feel of his lips on me and at the loss of his hands.

“Hurry,” I whisper.

I swear it’s only about three minutes later that Ben is out of the shower, dried off and kissing me with a tender, yet passionate intensity, while pushing my robe off my shoulders. We work our way out of the bathroom and to the bed, not allowing our kiss to end.

With me on my back, our lips still locked in a raw, carnal exploration of each other’s mouths, Ben positions his body between my legs. He holds himself up so he doesn’t allow too much of his weight to rest on me.

He pulls back from the kiss and fixes his gorgeous eyes on my face, then reaches up and tenderly brushes my hair from my face.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?”

Not knowing how to graciously accept the praise, I attempt to turn my head to the side and divert my gaze from him. He stops me with a hand on my cheek, guiding my head back to align our eyes.

“Don’t look away, babe. It’s true.” It’s hard to focus on his words as he caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb and our pelvises press together.

I lift to meet his mouth again with mine, drawing him back into another kiss. Within seconds, it intensifies, and he moves his mouth to my neck, kissing all my sensitive spots he clearly never forgot. When his kisses trail down to my breasts and capture an aroused nipple between his lips, teasing me with his tongue, I nearly come off the bed. It feels so amazing. Upping the ante, he alternates between sucking on the aching peak and tugging it between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me writhe beneath him without self-restraint.

I push my hips up, needing more.

Like always, Ben seems to know what I need and places one of his large palms on my low belly and slides it down to my center until the heel of his hand rests over my clit. He applies the perfect amount of pressure as he circles my entrance with his finger.

He rolls to the side, and I groan at losing the feeling of his cock touching me. But he laughs around my breast and repositions himself. Now his hand has better access to my pussy and his rock-hard dick pushes into my hip. I moan in approval.

As his fingers work their magic, alternating between massaging my clit and sliding into my body, my senses heighten, and I tremble in anticipation.

“Come for me, Trina,” Ben says, his voice husky.

“Ben…” I’m panting as every nerve in my body begs to release the mounting pleasure.

“Tell me what you need to get there, babe.” His voice is gravelly.

“Harder. Bite hard?—”

My words aren’t even out, and Ben clamps his teeth down on my throbbing nipple. Thunderous pleasure blasts through my body as I’m swept away into an amazing orgasm.

“That’s it. You’re fucking perfect. Jesus…” Ben’s voice is rough and gravelly, and I love it.

“In me, please. I need you in me now.” I’m begging and I don’t even care because when Ben moves over me and slides his rigid cock into me, I feel full and satisfied.

At first, he thrusts in and out of me fast and hard, knowing that’s what I usually need to come down after an orgasm.

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