Page 101 of Lacey's Fight

She was safe with him.

Eventually, he moved to lavish her other breast with the same attention. Never before had she been so torn between wanting someone to never stop what they were doing but also to hurry up and move on to the next stage.

Ben however didn’t appear to be having that same problem.

He took his time, kissing, licking, suckling, enjoying, feasting.

Time had no meaning. All that existed was feeling.

Sensations zinged through her body, flooding her system with so much pleasure she could hardly stand it, and he hadn’t even gotten to the really good stuff yet.

When he did eventually tear his mouth away from her breasts she mewed a small protest, but then he was kissing his way down her stomach, and the next thing she knew his face was between her spread legs.

His breath was warm against her soaked core and again she had to fight not to grab his hair and urge his mouth to the part of her that was begging for his touch.

“So sweet,” he murmured against her skin as he flicked out his tongue and swept it across her center.

Light kisses touched her entrance and then her needy little bud.

A content moan rumbled through him, and the slight quiver in his lips had her insides quivering in response as pleasure continued to build.

How was she going to survive this release when it finally came?

It already felt so big.

Returning to her entrance, his tongue flicked out, teasing her, slipping inside her then out again, stroking and sweeping until her legs began to tremble.

Then he moved back to her bundle of nerves, latching onto it and sucking hard. He didn’t let up, sucking, and licking, driving her crazy.

Making her lose her mind.

“Uh, uh,” he rebuked, capturing her wrists and pulling her hands away from his hair. Lacey didn’t even remember entwining her fingers through his thick, tightly curled locks. “I decide how I touch you, I decide when you come. You gave me that gift already and you can’t take it back.”

“Mmm,” she whimpered, not capable of giving a more coherent response. She was so close, and so desperate for that release it was all she could think about.

“I should stop, go back to the beginning and start over.”

“Y-you wouldn’t,” she stammered, almost positive it was true.

“I might. But I think I’m addicted.” As his lips touched her bud, he slid a finger inside her hooking it so it grazed that magical spot that made her vision blur and the pressure inside her crescendo.

Ben’s name fell from her lips as every muscle in her body went taut and pleasure exploded, firing through her so rapidly that it almost became too much to bear.

Never letting up, Ben’s finger thrust in and out, hitting that spot each and every time, and his mouth never stopped attending to her bundle of nerves, dragging out her pleasure until tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Only once he’d rung out every ounce of pleasure he could from her did he finally let her go.

“That was … that was …” Lacey couldn’t even come up with an ending to that sentence because the orgasm had short-circuited her brain.

“Perfection.”

Honestly, she couldn’t think of a better word to describe it.

The bulge in his jeans drew her in like a reel, but when she bent her knees and leaned in toward it, Ben stopped her.

“I want to play now,” she pouted.

“Later, sunflower, I promise. Right now, I’m going to lose my mind if I’m not inside you in about the next three seconds. Condom?”

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