Page 58 of Stripe Poker

Benton shook his head and kissed her shoulder, leaving a trail as he went down to her breast. He unclipped her bra, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. Opal moaned softly, grabbing onto his shirt.

Her fingers moved to undo his buttons, and he smiled at her. He knew she had nothing left to hold herself back with as well.

He gave her other nipple a twist, feeling her jerk underneath him. Her hands worked faster at his buttons but soon gave up going for the zipper of his pants.

He cupped her breast, leaning back slightly. She was starting to pant, her fingers working quickly to get his jeans undone. He couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Eager are we?" he asked, licking her nipple.

Opal looked at him with pure lust in her eyes. She nodded, and he felt his pants give. A second later, he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. He inhaled sharply.

She spoke up in a whisper. "I just want to make sure you feel as good as I do."

He smiled at her, knowing she just wanted to make sure he was cared for. It was just another reason he loved her. She always wanted him to know she cared. His tiger purred in contentment.

He adjusted his legs, feeling her moving her hand slowly down his shaft. He inhaled through his nose, almost having forgotten how much he loved having her fingers wrapped around him.

He brought his mouth back to her nipples, being sure to twist them as he did. Opal moaned, but her hand never left his dick. She moved each time he did.

He was growing close, and he wasn't ready. He'd hardly touched her, so he grabbed her hands, pulling her above her. He slid her pants down and slid himself into her. She moaned loudly as he rolled his hips, filling her completely.

"You mean everything to me, Opal," he growled into her ear. "And I meaneverything. The thought of losing you scares me half to death."

He thought of Reba and quickly shook his head. They were dead. They weren't a threat anymore.

Opal pulled her hand up, cupping his face. She leaned close, looking deep into his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. We are safe."

He agreed, but he just kept thinking of her. Seeing the look of horror on her face as Reba had her immobilized. She was seconds away from having her throat ripped out. And he had been seconds away from losing her.

"I want us to live a calm, peaceful life." He rocked his hips, pulling a hand down to work her clit. "That's my life goal now. I want us to live a long and happy life. Nothing else matters."

They had talked about living apart before everything, and now he didn't see that being an option. He couldn't live away from her. Not after almost losing her. He watched her grab onto the couch, trying to hold herself down, but it didn't last. She cried out his name as she orgasmed a few moments later.

He came hard himself, kissing her roughly. Her hands wrap around him. Opal held onto him gently, understanding how worried he was. They each almost lost the other. "I'm not going anywhere, Benton."

He let her words sink in, holding her close to him.

After a few moments, he pulled them both up and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. They still needed to shower before they headed to bed. He flicked the light on, taking the room in.

It was a large bathroom with a huge soaker tub and a walk-in shower. He turned the water on in the shower and looked at Opal. She stood half naked, looking at him with wide eyes.

He stripped his shirt off and walked toward her. She'd pulled her pants back on, but he grabbed them, slowly sliding them off. He took in her shape and the way her body moved as he helped her take her underwear off.

He picked her up, walking with her into the shower and under the water. She sighed at the heat. He grabbed the soap and a loofa and started to wash her.

"I can clean myself," she said, giving him a look. "I'm not hurt that badly."

"Let me," he said, soaping her up. He had her sit on the seat in the shower, wiping her arms down. He kissed her shoulder, hoping it healed quickly. With her shifter side, he knew it would.

He scrubbed down her breast and her stomach. He watched how each time he touched her, she inhaled.

He spread her legs wide, soaping down her thighs and then her calves. He grabbed her feet, cleaning each of them. She leaned back into the wall, watching him.

He smiled at her, taking in the rose scent that filled the shower. He could also smell her need, and it made his cock hard.

He tossed the loofa aside and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. She studied him with curious eyes.

He slid his hand down, thrusting a finger into her. Her breast rose as she took a breath. She moaned, and it echoed around them, causing a shockwave to strike his cock.

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