Page 61 of Waging War
“Don’t… move… your… hands,” I demand against her tender flesh, devouring her further.
“I-I can’t. Ben, I want you.”
I flatten my tongue against her clit, flicking it before running it back toward her entrance. “Tell me what you want,” I say, kissing her flesh.
She rolls her back, swirling her ass in front of me.
“You,” she grinds between her teeth, but I continue trailing kisses along the outside of her instead, teasing and prolonging her desire.
When I sit back to admire my handiwork, she hangs her head with a sigh. “Get up and have your way with me before I lose my ever-loving mind.”
As I stand, I run my palms up the backs of her thighs and around the curve of her naked hips. “When you say, ‘have your way,’ what exactly does that entail?”
I unzip my pants, shirking them down enough to gain access to that sweet spot I’m after.
The head of my cock rubs against her, and I shudder at the slickness waiting for me.
“Dammit, Ben. I want you inside me.”
I push barely an inch inside her heat before her breaths turn erratic, and her legs are shaking around me.
I lean over her shoulder and whisper against the shell of her ear. “All you had to do was ask.”
With that, I shove all the way to the hilt as her cry of pleasure zips straight from where we’re joined and hits me square in the chest.
“Yes.” I thrust in and out, moaning right along with her. “You feel incredible, Hazel.”
She tightens her grip on the handlebars with one hand while trying to steady herself with the other as I pound into her relentlessly. No amount of gambling, drinking, or any of my other past vices could give me the same high as this woman right here.
“Hazel,” I utter, grabbing her bare hip tight beneath my palm.
She arches back, never cowering from my roughness.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asks.
Like it? Fuck, Iloveit.
“Yes.” I clench my teeth. “God, yes.”
“Take me, Ben. Take every piece of me.”
My eyes squeeze tight as her cries of pleasure grow steadier and stronger. Once I know she’s teetering on the edge, I reach for her clit and circle the bundle of nerves until we’re both shouting.
Birds in a neighboring tree scatter, and cows across the pasture call after us, but I’m not worried about what Mother Nature thinks. I only care about this rough, hellacious female coming apart in my arms.
Hazel’s body sags forward as I rest my forehead on her back. Kissing her jacket between her shoulder blades, I wonder at what point I started softening toward her.
I smile to myself when I think back on her jabbing me with a fork.
“Think it’s time to head back?” The contentment in her voice wraps around my heart. If only we could stay in paradise for a little while longer.
I help her fix her pants as I try to ignore the surging pressure under my ribs. This is what I’ve been missing—this sense of routine and tenderness—but my mind bogs down with the orders I’ve been given and the duty I must uphold.
As much as I wish I could, I can’t snap my fingers and be free of Bruce. Eventually, I’ll have to leave her, and it’s going to destroy me.
I drag her against me and kiss her head. “How about another round in the shower?”
She smirks. “I thought you’d never ask.”
