Page 105 of A Good Book

“Can I see our baby?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You know what I mean. Your belly.”

I frowned. There wasn’t much to see, but I sat on my bed and leaned backward, legs dangling over the side. Then I lifted my shirt. Ben hesitated for a few seconds before sitting next to me. He rested his hand on my belly above my navel, too high to feel my bump. So I took his hand and slid it beneath the waist of my sweatpants, over my uterus.

He smiled, cheeks a little pink, eyes sparkling. But I kept a neutral face because I was still mad at him. My heart skipped when he ducked his head and pushed down the front of my sweats so he could press his lips to my tiny bump.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to our baby or me. Either way, he twisted my emotions. I refused to cave so easily. Still, I liked his lips on my belly, his whiskers tickling my skin. It wasn’t planned or intentional, but my fingers found their way into his hair, and he kissed my belly again.

My heart stopped skipping and took off sprinting. A heavy feeling settling in my breasts. Ben lifted his head, and I curled my fingers, tugging at his hair.

He eyed me as I wet my lips and slowly blinked. I felt heady and … aroused. And suddenly, all I could think about was Isaac and Sarah on the sofa on Christmas morning.

Keeping his unblinking gaze glued to mine, he kissed my belly again and again, working his way a little lower each time until his lips grazed the waistband of my white underwear.

I didn’t let go of his hair.

He tested my response, tucking just his fingertips under the cotton-covered elastic band. My chest rose and fell a little harder, so he inched his fingers a little farther, pulling the front of my panties down another fraction, trailing his lips in the same direction.

When I didn’t protest, he slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor, keeping a sharp eye on my reaction. The only thing I could do was repeatedly wet my lips.

Ben removed my sweatpants, and again, eyed me with caution, looking for the slightest hesitation in my response. His gaze flickered lower, settling between my legs. He skated his hand up my inner thigh and his thumb brushed along thewetcrotch of my underwear.

Every move was agonizingly slow, and even though I knew it was because he needed permission, it also drove me mad with need.

Ben trapped his lower lip between his teeth and peeled off my underwear. A full body blush heated my skin and intensified tenfold when he spread my legs and hooked one over his shoulder. He turned his head to the side and kissed his way up the inside of my leg.

I thought I might have a heart attack, and I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I was panting hard.

Scared.

Excited.

Dizzy.

Aroused.

My legs tried to close as he reached the top.

Oh God …

Again, I fisted his hair, unsure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. It was new and euphoric. Frightening and forbidden. When his warm tongue breached the space between my legs, I jumped, and my other hand gripped the sheet beneath me.

Ben gazed up at me for a second before closing his eyes. His tongue and lips moved in slow, languid strokes along my sensitive flesh. My legs relaxed, opening wider. It feltsoincredibly good, unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew why Sarah moaned the way she did because I was making the same noises.

I wiggled and twisted my body the closer I got to orgasming, and that drew a moan from Ben as he guided my other leg over his shoulder and moved his tongue faster and sucked harder.

“Bennn!” The explosive sensation and unrelenting waves of pleasure nearly blinded me as my body jerked in response.

Ben’s lips teased my inner thighs again, and I felt him smile against my skin. It was good. Who was I kidding? It was the most spectacular feeling I had ever experienced.

However, when I came down from the extreme high, reality seeped back into my conscience. My burning need to orgasm got me into this situation. I couldn’t let him manipulate me with his tongue.

But dear God, I wanted to.

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