Chapter 27 #2
Tall, with dark hair and deep blue eyes, and a bit more scruff on his jaw than he had the last time we were alone together like this, I don’t even pretend to be embarrassed by how much I want him. His hair is mussed from how many times I’ve already pulled at the inky strands.
Could he be as nervous as I am? Impossible. I’m sure he hooks up with women all the time.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and there’s a glint in his azure gaze that brings me right back to our first night together.
He drags his tongue along his lower lip, and I grind my pelvis against him like a freaking cat in heat.
Sure, I’ve replayed our night together time and time again.
Wanting more. I’ve dreamed of what it could be like to date someone so passionate.
Yet, I barely know anything about this man.
Probably should’ve thought about that before you married the guy, Grace.
Ben nibbles down the column of my throat, leaving shivers from his teeth and big, beautiful lips that seem to penetrate straight to my sex. Good lord. What is it about this man?
All of a sudden, he turns, pinning me to the wall.
Before I realize what’s happening, he cups my cheeks and plants his warm, delicious mouth over mine.
The kiss is hungry, demanding. As his tongue swipes through my lips, I’m unable to stop my arms from wrapping around his neck.
The proof of his arousal pushes into my belly as he angles my face and swirls his tongue with mine.
Ben returns his hands to my backside, pulling me tightly against his firm erection, and a groan escapes my mouth before I can control it.
“Oh, fuck yeah. I cannot wait to watch how well my wife takes all of me.”
Oh my god.
I’ve never been so wet in my life. He’s probably not going to be the only one exploding from an orgasm after two minutes flat.
He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can I eat that sweet pussy first, baby girl?”
My thighs clench in anticipation. I continue to grind on him mercilessly. “Please,” I whine.
Ben carries me over to the bed, carefully laying me down to strip me of my soaking wet panties, but leaves my stilettos on.
I reach down to slide them off when he stops me.
“No. Leave those on.” He lifts one ankle to his lips to deposit a kiss before dropping down to his knees between my spread thighs.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve gone to bed with my dick in my hand, dreaming of the scent of you? ”
My head lolls back and forth at his dirty words.
I never knew how much I needed to hear what I did to a man.
Especially when his pleasure was completely derived from providing oral to me without asking for me to reciprocate.
Not that I wouldn’t want to. But again, it shows what a tireless giver this man is.
I didn’t think such unicorns existed outside of romance novels.
My thoughts are immediately cut short by the decadent feel of his warm, wet tongue swiping through my center. “Ben!”
“That’s it, Gracie.” His tongue dances in circles around my clit, and I nearly lose my mind. He thrusts in one muscular finger, then another, before gliding them back and forth out of me. “This perfect body was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I cry. “Only you.”
The sensation of growling reverberates against my swollen flesh, and I know I’m not going to last long.
Unable to hold back, I dig my fingers into his hair and tug as he pushes me closer and closer to the finish line.
“Ben, Ben.” My head thrashes back and forth as his tongue continues to ravage my body.
“My wife is so perfectly sweet. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue for the rest of my life.” With that, he sucks on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.
My fingers clutch his hair as I convulse against his tongue.
“That’s it, baby. So pretty.”
As I come down from my high, I lazily blink my eyes open to find Ben walking over to the window.
He throws open the curtains, letting the glorious neon tapestry from the fountains and surrounding hotels into our space.
Looking out into the night’s sky, he slowly disrobes.
This man is beautiful. All lean lines and olive skin, with the slightest dusting of dark hair on his muscular pecs.
He reaches for his wallet to retrieve a condom before walking back over to me.
I can’t read his expression. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Just needed a minute.”
I tilt my head, concerned. Is he having regrets about what we did? “Getting a bit overwhelmed now that it’s all said and done?”
“No,” he blurts. “Nothing like that. I’ve never been happier. Just needed to imagine smelling my old gym socks or something so I didn’t come before I was all the way inside you.”
I wrinkle my nose and giggle. “Did it work?”
His gaze drops down to take me in, and he gives his thick cock a stroke.
“Probably not.” He crawls over me, trailing his fingertips over my flesh.
There’s the slightest tremble as he coasts them from my shoulders, over my collarbones, across my firm nipples and down to my lower belly.
Leaning down, he gives me a chaste kiss.
I can taste myself on his full lips before he’s placing open mouthed kisses along the path his fingers just traversed.
He returns to my breasts, cupping each one firmly in his hand before swirling his tongue around my nipple and giving it a bite. The sensation makes my lower belly clench. “You’re so beautiful.”
I start to thank him but am interrupted as he bends to lift my legs over his shoulders.
He rubs the head of his heavy erection through my wet center.
Up and down, up and down, until I think I might just lose my mind.
His eyes close as he pushes the tip inside and stills.
I instinctively clamp down around him and groan.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans. “You feel like heaven.”
He watches with contentment as he advances slowly into me. “Look at you taking all of me.” He pauses every few inches to let me adjust to the stretch. He flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit. “My wife is such a good girl.”
My eyes roll back in my head. No one has ever talked to me this way. The ‘baby girl’ thing was already making me crazy. Who knew ‘my wife’ was also such an aphrodisiac? It’s doing absolutely ridiculous things to me.
Ben pushes his body forward until he’s buried inside me, closes his eyes, lets out a delicious moan, and then starts to undulate his pelvis in a way that makes me come apart at the seams.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what, baby?” he asks as his thrusts intensify.
“I need you down here with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lowers his body over mine, pushing up onto his forearms as he relentlessly pounds into me. The angle of his strokes provides the perfect amount of friction. I can already tell another climax will be detonating any minute. And to think he was worried he’d go first.
I’m desperate to feel him let go. So I decide to try something new.
There’s a safety with Ben that makes me want to test the waters.
Digging my nails into his backside, I whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my mouth down over you.
Feel you hit the back of my throat until you can’t take it anymore and spill into me. ”
“Fuck, Grace. Fuck.” With that, the chains are off. He’s grunting and hammering into me like a man possessed. “You want me to come, is that it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’ve been walking around, balls heavy, dick hard, dreaming of you for so fucking long. Now you want me to fill this sweet pussy?”
“Ben, Ben. Oh, god.” Between the feel of him on top of me, the sensation of him moving inside me, and the sensory overload of his dirty words raining down above me, it’s more than I can take. My climax sweeps over me like a tidal wave. My legs clamp down around his hips, and I shudder violently.
“Fuck, Gracie. Yes. Yes.” His body jerks deliciously above me, and I hold on, hoping this feeling lasts all night.
I manage to open my eyes, taking him in.
His head is thrown back, his chest is covered in a sheen of sweat, and the expression on his face is sheer ecstasy.
I’ve never known anything this delicious could exist in the real world.
I’m not sure how long we lie like this, both of us panting, Ben trailing chaste kisses over my temple and forehead, before he finally shifts to get up.
He makes quick work of removing the condom and washing up before returning to bed.
He pulls me against him, spooning me affectionately as he trails kisses over my shoulders. We both sigh in contentment.
Something tells me ending my days beneath the sheets with this playful man will often keep us up all night.
Talking, touching, giggling. But the events of this phenomenal day are pulling me heavily toward sleep, so I relax into the comfort of this incredible man and allow myself to drift off to never-never land.