Page 45 of Unconditionally Yours
Her body seizes and shudders around me, a pulsing vice of velvet heat.
I slam in deep and come with a groan, hips jerking as I spill inside her. My soul leaves my body. She’s shaking beneath me, eyes wet, lips parted in shock and delight.
We’re locked together, breathless, overwhelmed.
“Jesus,” I whisper, forehead to hers. “You okay?”
She grins like a demon.
“I knew you’d break like that,” she whispers, dragging her fingers through my hair. “You came so hard, baby. You fucking filled me.”
“God help me,” I say, “you’re gonna kill me.”
She’s still trembling when I ease her onto her side, my hand at her hip, her back tucked against my chest. I slip back inside her. I have to. I don’t want to leave her body, not when she’s warm and slick and full of me, still fluttering like she might come again just from the stretch.
As she settles in, she hums, all smug and sated. I kiss her shoulder. Her skin is dewy with sweat and sex and salt, and I can’t stop touching her.
“I like it here,” she whispers, voice raspy. “You’re gonna keep me like this, right? Plugged like a good girl?”
Jesus Christ.
“Ma’am,” I groan, “you’re gonna make me hard again.”
She wiggles her hips like a demon possessed. “That’s the plan.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I have a lot of repressed needs,” she says sweetly, lacing her fingers with mine. “And you’re like a one-man mental health miracle. Sexual security blanket. I feel healed. Enlightened. Emotionally regulated and very, very well-fucked.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning. I press my mouth to the side of her neck. “You’re unbelievable.”
She hums again. “You’re still inside me.”
“Yeah.” I kiss her temple. “Think I’ll stay here a while.”
She nuzzles back into me. “Better not fall asleep and slip out. I’ll know.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
She turns her head, smiling like a goblin. “It’s a binding agreement, Benji.”
I stroke my hand down her belly and back up, palm splayed possessively over her sternum. She’s mine. Every smart-ass breath, every bruised lip, every slick, needy clench of her cunt. Mine.
“I’ll sign it in cum,” I say against her hair.
“God, marry me.”
“I’ll build you a shrine.”
She laughs so hard she snorts, and I swear I’ve never loved anything more.
Chapter Fourteen
Delilah
I’m still fused to Benji on a spiritual, sexual, and cellular level when someone has the audacity to knock on the door.
Who the hell knocks on a Sunday afternoon? That’s either church people or a traveling scam cult. Could be the neighbors.
