Page 52 of Cognac Secrets

I held onto him as he took off my clothes and threw my head back with this throaty moaning gasp that I could hardly believe was me – except that is just what hedidto me. He touched me with such a reverence, his hands light against my skin and yet deliciously rough and calloused. To feel his hands against your body, you would never in a million years guess that he was anaccountantof all things. You would think him to be just as blue collar and rough as the rest of the men that he hung out with – that to my new knowledge werealljust hard working good ol’ boys from the city to the swamp and beyond.

My breathing hitched and I forgot to do it altogether when he took one of my nipples between his lips and then teeth. The sensation was soft, then sharp, before he soothed that sharp feeling away with the hot wet velvet of his tongue. I whimpered when he took his mouth away to trail hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses up my skin to my lips, capturing my mouth with his and ravaging me body and soul with a kiss so fierce I had to believe the devil himself looked on in approval.

I was all about committingallthe carnal sins with this man, and so that suited me just fine. He loved me and stripped himself at the same time and it was almost too fast for my moonshine addled mind to catch up, you know?

I didn’t normally drink alcohol when I was out, but with the girls there and offering, and the fact that I felt safe with Bennie to the point that I trusted he wouldn’t let anything happen to me that I didn’t want, I’d let myself relax and indulge – probably a little more than I should have, but again; that was alright.

He had me now, and he hadbought a house!Had worked on it all these last few weeks just to be able to have someplace to bring me?

That… that wasn’t friends-with-benefits shit. That was something else. Something bigger, but with the way his rough hands palmed my body, the way his tongue slid against mine, and the way he squeezed and massaged my breast in his hand, groaning into my mouth like he held the sweetest ambrosia against him – well, I wasn’t thinking too hard about anything but getting him inside me.

He took me to the bed with its navy bedspread and black sheets and laid me on it, pulling me to the edge to where my ass very nearly was hanging completely off it. I giggled and tried to scoot back as he went to his knees at the side of the bed but all he did was give me this sort of exasperated look without saying a word before hooking his strong arms beneath my knees, my thighs very nearly resting on his shoulders as he pulled me out again.

“Lay back,” he ordered when I went to sit up and I fell back to the bed immediately. “I’ve got you,” he swore to me and I trusted him, his eyes so dark and almost predatory with the way he gazed up my body, pinning me to the bed with that hungry look. I froze and felt this frisson of excitement mixed with a healthy dose of what almost felt like fear, but notactualfear seize me just behind my breasts and give my heart just the barest of squeezes.

Anticipation…that was what that was, but just as I made the realization his tongue touched the most intimate parts of me and I surrendered completely to his touch.God in fucking heaven,he could do whatever he wanted to me as long as he kept making me feel this fuckinggood.

I let him love me with his mouth, and arched when he slid fingers into me, so easy, so slick with my desire for him it was almost embarrassing.

I shoved those feelings down and away. That was just my family talking. The way I was raised. It had no place here with Bennie between my thighs like he was.

He curled his fingers in that way that I liked and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his soft, short hair, and pulling his mouth tighter against my body, my legs falling open to give him better access.

He pushed his fingers further into me, and half moaned half chuckled against me and I shuddered, getting close, getting so close. I panted and tried like hell to hold still but God, I wanted more and my hips writhed against his fingers and tongue unbidden, silently begging for him to hurry up and find just the right combination of touch between his fingers and his tongue that would send me to that place among the stars with the bursting lights behind my eyelids and the waves of pleasure crashing through me; racking my whole body with spasms that from the outside probably looked like I was having a seizure or was being electrocuted or something.

I didn’t care. Wasn’t self-conscious with him at all when it came to that. It was hard to be after the first time with him and how he’d delighted in my every reaction. Still, this was so different from our first time together in the expensive French Quarter hotel. This was in hishome, a home he’d purchased purely on the desire to have me in it and in his bed, and that was so far out from what this was supposed to be to my mind – which was casual sex and hooking up. Friends with the added benefit of really damn good sex.

No other man had ever gone to such a length for me, and if they did – it was always initially,beforethey’d gotten into my pants justsothey could get into them.

Granted, I hadn’t been above using my body to gain basic necessities like food, or housing in the past, when I’d been younger, scared, and of the mind that I couldn’t make it without a man… but this was something so different.

I’d already made it without one. Had been making it on my own for a good long while now. Thanks to the other powerful women in my life like Rowan, and True who had shown me that there were other ways to get ahead and survive without having to have a boyfriend to provide. That I could, in fact, do it myself.

My thoughts exploded into many points of fantastic light behind my eyelids. The initial starbursts spectacular, the shower of sparks running down my body under my skin with a current of sensation that I had no name for. A tingling rush that was both at once warm and soothing, pleasure sweeping through my and along the inside of my skin like sable soft fur, brushing the inside of my skull as my blood rushed in my ears and drowned out the feral cries pouring from my throat as Bennie held me down and pushed his fingers in and out of me, wringing every last golden drop of ecstasy out of every small fiber of my being.

I came back to myself, his fingers still lazily swishing over that spot that drove me crazy inside of me, his other arm locked around me and the weight of him over the top of me as he murmured in my ear, “That’s a good girl, I’ve got you. Good girl, you just keep right on coming for me.”

Ho, shit…that wasunbelievablyerotic. The tenderness in his voice, the reverence in his tone. I couldn’t help myself. It was all I had ever fucking wanted anyone, just any man, to treat me that way. Kind and sweet… like I was worth something to them.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in the side of his neck and shuddered with pure emotion and he made this adorable “Aww,” sound and held me tighter, his hand leaving my pussy, curving that arm around me as well as he held me tight and murmured sweetness and understanding as something in me broke down. I inhaled his scent sharply and held my breath in a bid to stop whatever this dust up of emotion was rising inside me but ha – I had better luck sealing the hole in a roof with a blue tarp mid-hurricane.

He chuckled lightly, so understanding, and held me tight until I could get it together and then asked me, a mischievousness coloring his tone… “Again?”

I laughed awkwardly, the last little sob hiccuping out at the same time as I took a deep breath and all I could really manage was an enthusiastic nod.

Jesus Christ Almighty, what was wrong with me? Seriously… who cries during sex!The consensual kind, anyway.

He put his lips lightly to mine and all thoughts in my head just sort of ceased, disappearing into the night like a will-o'-the-wisp… abandoning me alone to face his wanton devilish ways, and I couldn’t say I was even a mite upset about that…

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Bennie…

It was late when I jerked awake. I lay there in bed for a minute, listening, trying to figure out what it was when I realized Sandrine wasn’t in the bed beside me anymore. A peal of thunder sounded outside and I realized there was a dull roar of a downpour going on outside, but that wasn’t it.

I sat up and called out, “Sandrine, you alright?”

“I’m fine!” came back from behind the tightly shut bathroom door and by the high and almost frightened tone I could tell that shit was anythingbutfine.

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