Page 46 of Break Me
“I want you to look at me when you come,” he commands.
I nod quickly. Anything to get his mouth back over my clit.
He dips his head, his tongue working me back into a frenzy, but his eyes are still on mine.
And then I feel it, right there, and I have the sudden urge to close my eyes because the intensity is fucking overwhelming, but his eyes darken, as if he’s warning me he’ll stop again.
Struggling, I keep staring at him as he makes me burst, and I can’t stop the loud, guttural moan that comes from deep within my throat.
“Benji,” I whisper, gasping on his name.
His expression doesn’t change, his tongue slowing as my climax dies off into an echo, and finally, when I’m buzzing from what he did to me, he lifts his head, still staring at me, his fingers still inside of me.
“Hope that’ll help you sleep well.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. And then he swings my legs around, climbs into the bed, and pulls the covers over both of us, pulling me close to his chest again.
I close my eyes and drift into the best sleep I’ve had in a long, long time.
