24. Giselle #4
“I fucking love you too. And I always will.”
A rumble issued from his chest louder than I’d ever heard before, and suddenly we were standing up.
Well, he was standing up, and I was being carried in his arms like I weighed nothing.
Which I supposed I did to him. I let out a happy little yelp.
Ben shot me a grin that looked like he wanted to eat me.
Actually, that statement was probably more accurate than I realized.
Ben carried me to the bedroom, setting me on the giant, fancy bed. It reminded me so much of the first time we slept together, especially when he knelt between my legs.
Before dinner, I’d changed into a loose pair of pajama shorts and an oversized shirt I’d stolen from Ben—as was a girlfriend’s right—and Ben’s hands were already pulling my bottoms down.
“I need you,” he murmured before kissing me again.
I whimpered against his lips as I gripped him with all I had. I loved when Ben got possessive or borderline feral. It always felt like he was trusting me with something he shared with so few. “I need you now .”
“You’ve got me,” I practically chanted. “Now and forever, I’m right here and I always will be.”
The groan that escaped him went right down to my pussy. I was already soaking wet, but that wouldn’t be enough for Ben. No matter how much of a rush I was in, he always made sure I was warmed up enough to take him.
I was getting better at being able to handle his girth, but it still wasn’t exactly easy.
Thank God, my brain was distinctly wired to like the pleasure-pain of being stretched almost past capacity.
Just another way we fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces that had taken an extra bit of time to find each other.
Ben claimed my lips again, his hands moving onto my underwear. Once I was free of that, his fingers slid against me, and he physically shivered at what he found there.
“Do you know how crazy it made me, smelling how much you wanted me, but holding off?” he rumbled in what I’d learned was his alpha-voice. While it didn’t have the same effect on me that it would on a shifter, my body still responded to it, and a wave of intense desire washed over me.
“Do you know how crazy it made me to want you this much?” I shot back, surprised at my own eloquence. More often than not, once I got to a certain threshold of turned-on, my brain got a bit too floaty and overwhelmed to form coherent sentences.
He chuckled, a dark and wanton sound, then pressed my legs wider, exposing me to him. A blush crept up my cheeks, but I didn’t close them. I wanted him to see exactly how much my body needed him, craved him, and I definitely wanted him to do something about it.
Which he did. Oh, he absolutely did. With one last kiss to my lips, he moved down my body, pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it to the side as he blazed a feather-light trail of affection down my chest, to my stomach, and then to my thighs.
His hands stroked up and down as he did, his fingers digging in occasionally to switch things up enough to keep everything fresh.
There was no acclimating him, no ever getting used to his ministrations.
I gripped his hair, but he caught my wrists and pinned them to the bed at either side of me. I shouldn’t have been so thrilled by being constrained like that, but I was long past denying that I had some deeper kinks that needed exploring, so I let myself enjoy the spike of excitement.
“Be good now,” he said, giving me a look that probably would have made me melt if I got any hotter. Thankfully, the cabin had air conditioning. “Lean back onto your elbows, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. It had started as a tease, nothing serious, but it had become a bit of a habit. I liked that it was playful enough to be cheeky, but also let Ben know that I was completely okay with him taking charge.
Because I did love when he took charge.
I did as he said, and once I was settled, he placed my legs on his shoulders before leaning in and kissing right above my pussy.
“Ben,” I breathed, resisting the urge not to buck against his mouth.
“That’s my girl,” was all he said before flattening his tongue and licking up my slit.
I gasped, and that was just the start of it. My man was a hungry wolf, and every time felt like a new experience.
I closed my eyes and focused on keeping myself still and just feeling. My body responded almost immediately, the pleasure starting as welcome little waves but quickly increased to surging crests.
When Ben closed his mouth over my clit and sucked, I was a goner. I came hard, flopping flat on my back and gripping Ben’s hair as I screamed my release.
It never got old. Every single bit of me was electrified and dialed up to eleven.
My vision blinked out, what little muscles I had were taut as a strung bow, and I could barely breathe.
If I described it to anyone else, I was sure they would be afraid I was being tortured, but it was the exact opposite.
I was being shot up to cloud nine and beyond. Straight-up stratospheric.
When I finally came down, I was completely boneless. He gently moved my legs off his shoulders and moved over my body to kiss me. I didn’t mind tasting myself on his lips. In fact, I downright liked it.
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him deeper into the kiss. It was slow and lazy, with no rush. Ben’s erection pressed against my thigh, and I broke the kiss.
“You wanna do something about that?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows at him. I was being silly, but sometimes silliness and sex went together like peanut butter and jelly.
Ben huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Already? You sure you don’t want to rest a little? Come down to center?”
“The only thing I want is you in my center,” I countered, giddy when he groaned at my pun. “You can’t complain when you want it too.”
Yet another kiss before he lined himself up at my entrance. “God, I really do love you,” he said.
I had no idea what possessed me to say what I did, but my mouth moved along happily while my mind was distracted by the head of Ben’s cock teasing me. “I love you too, my mate.”
He froze, and worry lanced through me.
“What did you say?” he asked, sounding somewhere between shocked and really aroused.
I opened my mouth to say “nothing”, but I’d promised to always be truthful with him. I knew that he’d only used that word once at the jamboree and had kind of recanted it later, but I didn’t think it ranked as more serious than the old L-bomb.
“Giselle?”
Welp, my word was my word, so I looked him in the eyes and answered.