Page 107 of Ridin' Free
I didn’t hesitate but repositioned myself and straddled his hips, taking his rock-hard length in my hands. I stroked him twice, unable to help myself, and then I positioned him at my entrance and took him inside of me.
Fuck, but he stretched me open and filled me full like no one else.
It took me a second to flatten myself on top of him. I needed a moment to remember what this felt like—whatwefelt like—joined as one.
My palms planted against his abdomen, I walked my way up his chest, lowering myself slowly. Before I could bring my lips to his, he lifted his head and took my mouth, kissing me deep and wild. He then reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, encouraging me to move. As soon as I began to rock my hips, easing him in and out of me, he let me go, his hands feeling their way up my spine and into my hair.
I was in control—except, it didn’t feel right.
Thiswasn’t who I was anymore. Not entirely, anyway.
He had earned my surrender. More than that, I had, too.
I stopped, my body still as I broke our kiss.
Sensing something was off, he froze beneath me.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asked cautiously.
I pressed a kiss against his cheek, and another against his bearded jaw as I trialed my lips to his ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you to put me on my back and take me.”
I felt it as he flinched, hesitating a moment before his arms constricted around me.
Then, turning his head until it was his lips grazing my ear, he said, “Ali, if I put you on your back, I’m not fuckin’ you. Not this time, baby. But I sure as hell will love you.”
I lifted my head in search of his eyes. I’d come to adore seeing his brown irises alight with laughter. But in that moment, his eyes shone with a passion so warm and genuine, I knew there was nowhere, and there was no one, who’d ever made me feel safer.
I nodded, and ever so gently, he rolled us over until he had me on my back—his body fitted perfectly between my legs, the weight of him solid, reassuring, and not at all threatening.
His eyes pinned on mine, he lifted his hips slowly, sliding out of me until I could feel hardly more than his tip. He waited a breath, then thrust deep, and a pathetic little mewl spilled from my mouth. I hitched my knees up, arching the small of my back, and he grinned.
“There you go, baby,” he said, easing out of me once more.
He rolled his hips just right on his return, his pelvis grazing my sensitive bundle of nerves, and my breath caught. I reached up and sank my fingers into his hair, needing to hold onto him, desperate for him to remain close.
He pulled out slowly for a third time. On his next thrust, he filled me with more force.
“Benson,” I moaned, pulling him closer.
He touched his forehead to mine, eased out, and bucked his hips harder.
“Oh,Ben,” I breathed.
“Such a good girl, moanin’ my name,” he muttered.
His praise sent a shiver straight through me—then he thrust deep and hard, jolting my entire body with his intensity, and the promise of my next orgasm began to stir.
“No more runnin’,” he demanded as he pounded into me.
He eased out gently.
“You feel threatened?”
He drove himself deep and grunted, “You come to me.”
Out.
“You feel scared?”
