Page 72 of Ridin' Free
It was rapturous.
I was so turned on, my first orgasm didn’t take much to coax. As my sex clamped down around his, he freed a grunt, smacked the side of my ass, then held on—pounding into me faster.
“Did my baby miss me?”
I hummed in agreement, unable to manage much else. Not that he needed a verbal reply. My body was saying plenty, and he was taking my breath away.
“Fuck—you’re so damn soaked for me, Ali. I missed you too, baby. God, I missed you and this perfect pussy.”
No sooner had he said the words than he had hold of my hair. He tugged, forcing me to arch my spine, allowing him to hit me at a new angle—and I thought I might lose my mind it felt so good.
“Oh, Ben—yes!” I cried, the promise of another orgasm already stirring within me.
“You’re gonna come again.”
It was a demand, not a question. Still, I moaned, “Yes.”
As he continued to ram in and out of me at a relentless pace, the hand not holding my hair roamed across my skin. The feel of his rough callouses grazing up my spine and down my side gave me goosebumps even as the heat of our passion left me burning from the inside out.
“Get there, baby,” he commanded.
I was close. So, close it ached. But I needed more.
“Harder,” I pleaded, reaching behind me, yearning to touch him. I caught hold of his wrist, and his grip in my hair tightened in response. “Fuck me harder, daddy,harder!”
He gave me exactly what I wanted, and it hurt so damn good. When my encore climax finally crashed through me, I cried out unabashedly in ecstasy, completely at his mercy.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I heard him groan. He broke his rhythm, his control lost as he started to come. He buried himself in the deepest part of me, freeing a sigh as he filled me with his seed.
When he pulled out only to thrust into me once more, I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I choked on a sob I didn’t see coming, unable to hold it back. He let go of my hair, and I pressed myforehead against the step in front of me, my muscles completely useless.
I should have been mortified by my tears, but there wasn’t room for that. All I could feel was a deep seeded longing I’d trapped inside of me, clawing its way out of captivity as my body trembled from the enormity of it all.
“Shit,” Ben murmured, his lips gazing my bare shoulder as he curled his arms around me. “Did I hurt you?”
His question broke me wide open, and I pressed my lips closed tight, hoping to contain another sob as I shook my head no.
He kissed my shoulder again then said, “Tell me what you need.”
As I drew in a shuddered breath, I reached underneath me and slid my arm over his, silently asking him to not let me go.
He tightened his grip instead as he muttered, “I got you, sparky.”
Fuck, but he was ruining me.
The sob I was trying so desperately to hold back broke free, wracking my entire body. Benson whispered reassuringly against my skin, his warm breath like a balm to my soul.
It took me a minute to get control of myself. When I felt like I had hold of my emotions, I shifted, giving him permission to straighten. I stood on shaky legs and immediately felt the evidence of his release leak out of me. I glanced down at myself, suddenly feeling outrageously self-conscious as a delayed sense of embarrassment began to invade my chest.
“Hey,” Ben called softly, skimming his hand up the back of my naked thigh.
When I looked over at him, I noticed he’d pulled his pants up—leaving his fly down and the button undone.
He gave my thigh a squeeze, and my eyes found his. “Shower with me.”
I hesitated, a part of me wanting a moment alone; a moment tohide.
But a bigger part of me, the most exposed part of me, didn’t want to hide from the man who never hid from me.
