Page 15 of Peaches & Cream
My mouth falls open, and a deep, guttural moan forces its way out of my throat as my hips flex and my insides just let go. It’s the most amazing feeling that seems to take over my body completely, punctuated by the fact that Ben takes the opportunity to push inside me, filling me completely as my body tightens and releases, tightens and releases.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as the sensation seems to calm, replaced instead with a sensation of fullness that feels more satisfying than any baked good ever has once it’s made its way to my belly. For the first time in my life, I understand that when a customer tells me my pecan pie is orgasmic, they’ve never been with a man like Ben, because I have to say, this is nothing like eating pecan pie. It’s way better.
“Are you OK?” Ben asks, kissing me gently before I nod.
“I’m more than OK. I feel pretty darn fantastic right about now,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in close. He smiles against my mouth before he kisses me long and slow while his body mirrors the movement, gliding in and out of me at a measured pace. As we moan and kiss the pace increases until kissing becomes impossible, and we just clinging to each other, skin slapping, bodies aching until that coil tightens again and explodes in an orgasm even more powerful than the first.
“God, Shelby. You feel so good. I can’t…” He slams his hips into me one last time, his body shattering as his release pulses inside me, making me feel so much closer to him than I did just a moment ago.
“Ben,” I say, dragging my nails up and down his back as he lies over me, panting hard as he catches his breath. “Don’t freak out, but I think I’m in love with you.”
His shoulders shake, and for a second I wonder if he’s crying, but then he lifts himself so he’s looking down at me, and I realize he’s smiling. “I don’t think it, peaches. I know it. I’ve known it since the first time I saw you.”
“Really?” I have to bite my lip to try and quell the smile that’s trying to take over.
He nods. “Marry me,” he says, eyes shining. “I have absolutely nothing to offer you, but I can give you a heart that’s sure, and promise to work my arse off until I’m everything you need me to be.”
“I just need you, Ben,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as I place my hands on either side of his face. “I just need you. Just as you are.”
“Is that a yes?”
I nod. “It’s a yes.”
