Page 22 of Resisting Fate
He grunted, finally sheathed himself, then grabbed her, their mouths slamming together as he lifted her partway off the island and thrust fully inside. She broke the kiss, desperate for air. His eyes were hot on hers, his entire body tense as he held himself in check. She didn’t want that. She wanted wild. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him hard. He got the message, thrusting fast and hard and deep. She threw her head back, panting, the tension inside her coiling higher and higher. Hot and hard and unbelievably good.
His voice gravelly, he urged her on. “Come with me.”
“You go ahead,” she gasped out.
“With me,” he bit out.
She closed her eyes, knowing he asked the impossible, there was very little chance of—
He lifted her off him and set her back on her feet. Before she could protest, he turned her around and bent her over the island, taking her in one quick thrust. His body covered hers, his breath hot by her ear. “Let me know what you like, sexy thing.”
She felt herself flush at his new nickname for her. He thrust slow and deep, lifting her off the island just enough to cup her breasts with both hands.
“I bet you’re luscious everywhere,” he murmured.
“Faster,” she said. She liked wild, no time for talking.
He pinched her nipple tightly, making her gasp as his other hand slid between her legs, his fingers moving in soft controlled circles. The contrast of rough and gentle made her brain shut down as raw sensations took over. His fingers released their tight hold, massaging her breast, moving to the other breast, rolling and tugging her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“That’s it,” he crooned in her ear, “keep talking to me.” His teeth scraped the side of her neck before he thrust again, harder this time.
Her head dropped as she surrendered to the pleasure he gave, understanding he wanted to please her.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Now you’re with me.”
He pinched her nipple and she moaned again. He surged within her, filling her more, bringing a delicious ache. He continued playing with her nipple, her insides tightening in response, her moans louder now as his fingers between her legs became more demanding, stroking faster and faster until her entire body trembled, tightening around him. Too much, she thought desperately. White-hot sensations arced through her as he thrust over and over and over, his fingers rocking her, rushing pleasure flooding her body in a tidal wave. A harsh cry ripped from her throat, his deep voice urging her on.
She came hard, ears ringing, heart thundering, her entire body shuddering with the intensity.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, grabbing her hips, pounding into her, bringing aftershocks of pleasure so intense she felt it building again, the tension of another release just out of reach. His hand slipped around, pressing firmly against her with each thrust. The sounds she made were primal, sounds she’d never made in her life, and his response was immediate, amping up the intensity, pushing her for more and more. The orgasm shattered her, an explosion of pleasure radiating through her body all the way down to her toes, leaving her shaky and weak. He pulled her tight against him, surging into her for his own release with a guttural sound of male satisfaction.
She tried to catch her breath as he loosened his hold on her hips. She rested against the cool island, soothing her overheated body, shaky and stunned. He was still inside her, covering her with his body to press a kiss to her shoulder. She sighed.
A moment later, he eased himself off her and pulled out, saying, “Be right back.” Probably to get rid of the condom.
She straightened and turned, leaning against the island, working on pulling herself together. She didn’t want him to take advantage of her shaky state. Her limbs were heavy, her defenses down, raw and vulnerable. She didn’t trust her legs yet.
When she finally felt up to retrieving her scattered clothes, he returned, surprising her yet again. He strode directly to her, no hesitation, still naked, and immediately pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in pure radiant love. His hugs were unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She relaxed, the shaky feeling gone. She wanted to stay like that forever. A trickle of anxiety crept in at the thought.
He spoke, his voice a deep rumble through his chest. “Holy crap!”
She laughed. “Holy crap is right.”
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Later that night, after eating some leftover turkey-day stuff and not managing to keep his hands off Missy despite both of them being fully dressed, they mutually agreed to take it upstairs. Round one in the kitchen had been fast and furious, inevitable after all their pent-up sexual tension, but Ben planned on taking his time this next go-round.
Nope.
The minute they stepped into his bedroom, they slammed together, mouths hungry, hands grabbing, ripping each other’s clothes off. They fell into bed, or maybe he pushed her or she pulled him. It was all a frantic hot blur. He had to get control or he wouldn’t last long enough to get her off.
He lifted his head, already panting, half on top of her. “No rushing this time.”
“Fuck me.”
He swept his thumb over her plump lower lip. The mouth on her, so brazen, so sexy. What had she said before? She spoke all men’s language? Like she always wanted mindless fucking, fast and hard. Did she really get off that way? Because it seemed like it had taken some extra-special Ben treatment to get her there before. He kissed her, and she grabbed his ass, pulling him close, her legs spreading for him. His heartbeat roared in his ears. He’d never wanted with this intensity, dangerously close to mindlessly pounding into her. That wasn’t him. He always wanted to make sure it was mutual pleasure.
He pulled her grabbing hands from him and pinned them over her head, taking control.
