Page 58 of Every Hidden Truth

Perched atop him, there was no risk of his weight suffocating me, and though my heart was racing, it was from arousal and excitement, not fear. I ran my hands down his beautiful body, slipping one between us. His eyes fluttered shut with the sexiest groan.

“And I can see you’re fine too,” I teased, adding more pressure.

“Silas, wait,” he said, hips jerking.

I groaned in frustration, lowering until I hovered over him, hands on either side of his head. “Stop overthinking this,” I said, dragging my lips along his jaw. I guided his hand to where I wanted him most, and we both moaned. “This is how good I’m feeling right now.”

Our eyes met, his pupils blown out, lips already swollen from our kisses. I smiled down at him and rocked against his hand.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” I asked.

He said, “Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

He said, “Yes.”

I nipped at his bottom lip. “Then show me.”

And Ben did.

He made quick work of my belt as I tried to open his slacks one-handed. But then his hand was on me, and my brain blanked out.

“Oh fuck.” My forehead met his shoulder, a full-body shudder wracking through me.

“You with me?” he panted in my ear, his voice rough.

I nodded.

“Who’s touching you, baby?”

Oh my God, was he seriously trying to make conversation, right now? I could barely think, let alone talk!

“You are,” I gasped out.

He chuckled darkly. “Who’s touching you?”

“F-fuck. You are, Ben.”

“That’s right. I’ve got you. You’re doing so good, baby.”

I buried my face in his neck as I moaned.

I lost track of time, surrendering to the pleasure of Ben’s touch. I could have been floating for a minute or a millennia. Ben was moaning in my ear, and I was babbling words that probably weren’t even words.

And then everything peaked and then crashed and I was boneless.

I blinked lazily, watching Ben’s Adam’s apple bob as he panted up at the ceiling. There was a mess between our bodies, but I didn’t even care. I never wanted to move again.

Warm fingers drew designs on my back, and I hummed in bliss.

“You still with me?” he asked, voice wrecked.

“Yeah,” I whispered, “I’m still with you. Just... braining is hard right now.”

His body shook beneath me, and I smiled into his neck as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

“That went well,” he said a while later after we’d used my undershirt to haphazardly clean up.

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