Page 74 of Feels Like Love
Her fingernails grazed the skin of my thighs, and my cock jutted out, nearly hitting my stomach. Wren’s mouth formed an “O,” and her reaction was both adorable and incredibly sexy as she drank me in.
Dear sweet Jesus, this woman is too much. So innocent and sexy. So gorgeous, she didn’t even realize it.
Her eyes were fixated on my dick, and I liked the way she was looking at him. So did he. “Can I touch you?”
There’s nothing I’d like more, except being inside you.
I chuckled. “I was kind of hoping you would.”
When she reached for me, my dick jerked, and she jumped back with a little squeak of surprise. “Oh!”
I shook my head with a laugh and grabbed her hand. “Come on. I won’t bite.” I leaned in, my erection dancing against her thigh. “Unless you want me to.”
The way her breath caught let me know that she liked the idea. So, I nipped at her collarbone. Her neck. Her breast, each one provoking a sexy-as-fuck response.
“Oh god, Bennett.” She tilted her head back, granting me access. “Touch me, please. Do what you want.Anythingyou want.”
Gladly.
I backed her over to the bed, laying her down gently. “Was this all a ruse to get me naked?” I teased, tracing her breasts with a light touch.
“I really am going to give you a blow job,” she said, eyes focused on mine. “You’re the one distracting me.” She grinned.
“Distracting you, huh? Maybe I should stop mydemonstration.” I lifted my hand, and she whimpered.Whimpered. At the loss of my touch.
I smirked. “That’s what I thought.” I resumed touching her.
I wasn’t opposed to a blow job, but I was more interested in making Wren feel good. I took my time, exploring her body, tracing her curves. Her breathy moans and hushed sighs told me she liked what I was doing. The way she kept wriggling her hips, arching her back, let me know she wanted more.
I smoothed my palm down the middle of her chest then followed the trail with my lips. I returned to her breasts, dedicating my attention to one nipple then the other.
“Bennett.” She twisted her fingers in my hair. “That feels sogood.” Her skin was flushed with color, her birthmark turning an even deeper shade of red like a mood ring to let me know just how aroused she was.
“Yes. Keep telling me what you want. Communication is rule number one in the bedroom.”
When I reached the waistband of her shorts, I glanced up at her. My lips were poised above her hip bone, and I could smell her arousal.
She pushed up onto her elbows and said, “My turn.”
I sensed she was nervous, so I allowed her to take the lead. She climbed on her knees and placed a hand to my chest, pushing me back on the bed. Her tits swayed with the movement, and I palmed one.
“My plan was to make you feel good. To help you relax.” She pulled her hair to the side and leaned over, giving the top of my dick a gentle kiss.
“Baby…” I placed my hand on her back, her skin warm. “Everything feels good with you.”
She dipped her head. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”
I lifted her chin, meeting her gaze. “I’m not. Can’t you see I’m about to come, and you’ve barely touched me?”
“What?” She glanced to my cock as if for confirmation.
Sure enough, a dot of precome had leaked out. My balls were drawn up tight, and I was doing my best to think of anything but what came next. Because I sure as hell didn’t want to blow this.
Chapter Eighteen
“Like that?” I asked, wrapping my hand around Bennett’s shaft and gliding toward the tip.
I was nervous and a heck of a lot turned on, desire pumping through me along with adrenaline. Making my hands shake. If he noticed, he didn’t comment on it, thankfully.
