Chapter 33 #2
He pulls his shorts down and kicks them off the bed.
I feel his dick press against me, and the warmth sends a shiver down my spine.
I could never want anything more than Benson Reeve at my fingertips.
He kisses me on the mouth, and I open my legs for him.
He lines up with one hand and pushes in slowly.
The slowness is not like our first time when he was having a hard time pushing into me.
Now my body knows him, and his fingering made me extra wet, so when he pushes in slowly, there’s no resistance.
Our hips meet, and he growls against my lips when he’s all the way in.
He pulls out and glides in slowly again.
He knows he has me because he pulls out again and kisses me deeply, making me ache and reach for him.
I feel so empty without him in me, so I tilt my hips up and aim him into me.
When he pushes into me again, I let out a soft cry against his lips.
He pushes all the way into the hilt and stays there.
I can barely handle it. The pressure of him deep inside me makes me pant.
He kisses my forehead. He kisses my mouth.
He kisses my neck. I grab the back of his shoulders and moan, loving the feel of him. His hips start moving.
I’m holding onto him now. My hand is on the back of his neck.
My other hand is on his shoulder blade. My legs are around his waist. He is moving slow and steady, his weight on his right elbow, his other hand cradling the side of my head.
He kisses me between every few strokes. He pulls back to look at me.
He goes back to kissing me. He says my name once into the side of my hair and I say his back into his collarbone.
He keeps the pace slow.
There’s something that’s so connecting about the way he’s moving, like he’s savoring every inch of me.
Every time he pushes all the way in, a moan leaves my mouth.
He captures every single one, drinking it in.
I can tell that he wants this to last. He’s dragging out each thrust, taking his sweet time.
The pressure in my core continues to build.
I wrap my arms around him, unable to deny that this is exactly where I want to be.
I belong in his arms. This is what being made love to feels like, and in my twenty-one years, I have never known what it’s meant until now.
“Baby,” he mutters against my neck. “Are you doing alright?”
I shake my head, so he lifts himself to look at me.
“What’s wrong?”
I bite my lip, and my chest warms at his worried expression. “I like this.”
He waits, searching my face.
“I like this really much.”
He licks his lips. “Really much, huh? Is that a sentence?”
I pull him closer to me and mutter, “Don’t tease me.”
He moves his hips and whispers, “Don’t tease your words, or don’t tease you.” He pushes all the way inside me, rubbing his hips up and down.
Oh my god.
He’s hitting something in there that makes my head fall back, my nails dig into his shoulders, and my chest clench. “Both,” I mutter Camdenthless.
He keeps moving, but this time, it’s not slow.
His hips meet mine in a continuous slap until my eyes roll back.
The build climbs with each thrust. I am not climbing the way I was last time when he had his hand down there.
I am settling into something deeper. After a few minutes, his hand slides down between us.
He finds the spot nearly right away, and I yelp.
His other hand covers my mouth, but he doesn’t stop.
I can’t Camdenthe, my voice is muffled under his palm, and my body is trembling under him.
The build is about to drop. It’s like reaching the top of a rollercoaster ride, and then suddenly, my stomach is full of butterflies because I know what’s coming next.
He’s about to send me down. Then the rollercoaster drops, and I’m squealing under his palm.
He keeps his pace with his hips and fingers as my body excitedly shakes from the thrill.
The ache between my legs releases in one long rush.
My Camdensts press against his bare chest. He moves his hand from my mouth to kiss me, but I’m holding onto him for the sake of my life.
That was the craziest ride I’ve ever had.
He follows me a half-second later. I feel warmth bloom between my legs, and I hold him while he comes, and mine tapers off.
His mouth is open as I kiss him. His hair falls on his forehead as he looks into my eyes.
He says my name into the side of my hair.
He holds himself inside me for a beat, and then he kisses my temple.
He Camdenthes out slowly and pulls out gently.
He gets out of bed to grab the towel off the back of the door.
He cleans us both up. He drops the towel on the chair and gets back in bed.
He kisses the top of my head and pulls me against him.
“You’re beautiful, Lucy.” He snuggles his face near mine.
“So are you.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
I smile. “Night, Benson.”
I’m asleep within four minutes.
I wake to the bed shifting. The room’s still dark, so I try to figure out what time it could be. I feel like I just fell asleep. Benson’s hand is on my hip over the blanket.
He whispers, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Did I really sleep through his alarm? I open one eye and murmur, “What time is it?”
“Five.”
“I thought you didn’t have practice until six-thirty.”
“I don’t.”
I arch my back and stretch.
He laughs once into my pillow. “This again.”
“What?”
He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him.
I roll into him in the dark and he kisses me sweetly.
His mouth is warm. His hand cups my shirtless chest, pinching my nipple.
I arch into him, and he grabs my ass cheeks.
He kisses me down my throat, my collarbone, to my sternum.
He takes my nipple in his mouth. Then he kisses my stomach. He keeps going down.
His mouth hovers over the top of my pajama shorts, right between my legs.
Adrenaline rushes through me. I lift my head. “Benson.”
“Mhm.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he starts kissing my pussy through the front of the pajama shorts now. Over the cotton. The kiss is open and slow. I feel the warmth of his mouth through it and moan. He’s watching me, adding more pressure with his jaw.
“What are you doing?” I plead, and then he nips the inside of my thigh.
He keeps his mouth there, showing me his teeth through a cute smile.
He kisses the front of my shorts at the center and hums. I make a sound at the back of my throat I did not know I was going to make.
He kisses me there again. Open mouth. Slow. “Bens — what are you doing.”
“Warming you up, baby.”
“For what?”
He lifts his head. “For whenever you’re ready to let my face down there.”
I go red. I feel it move up from my chest to my face and I am glad it is mostly dark in the room.
“Don’t you have to get ready for practice?”
“Not for another hour, baby.”
I look down at him. His shoulders are so broad, and I can see his muscles flex.
He’s grinning at me from between my legs with his chin on the front of my pajama shorts.
He kisses my thigh again, and my skin is so sensitive that I hiss at him.
He kisses higher up my thigh, where my thigh meets the seam of the shorts. He kisses there slowly.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tug him up.
“Was this your plan?” I ask.
“What?” His smile is wide.
“Keep me sleepy, so that I don’t really mind?”
“You don’t mind?” he asks, putting his face exactly where I mind it. His smile stays big as he kisses the front of my pajama shorts.
“Benson,” I plead, Camdenthless, reaching for him.
He says, “I could make you feel like you’re dreaming.”
I close my eyes at the pleasure of his hand rubbing my clit now. His hand tugs the waistband of the pajama shorts down. He pulls them off. He kisses my thigh again.
“What do you say, Lucy?” His voice is enough to send pleasure rippling through me.
I don’t want to say no, but I’m also not, in this moment, sure I can say yes. So, I open my eyes and settle in the in between. “Maybe.”
“Yeah?” he says excitedly.
I swallow. “Maybe.”
He licks his lips, and it’s so hot. He looks down at my naked body and says, “I like the sound of maybe.”
He kisses my thigh with his tongue. The skin on my thighs is so sensitive.
I’m trembling underneath this man’s mouth.
It’s so sensitive, I could die. To my luck, he doesn’t stay in the same place, so now the burning pleasure is bouncing from left to right and all around.
He kisses higher. One stroke of his tongue against my slit, and my whole body freezes.
He attempts to do it again, so I pull his hair.
“I’m sorry,” I sputter out. It feels so good, and I guess that’s why it’s so terrifying.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says back.
“I — it tickles too much.”
He smirks at me, climbing up my body.
I feel bad, like I’m rejecting him. “I’m sorry.”
He kisses the side of my mouth. “Don’t be sorry, babe. I just really want to.”
“Really?” I ask, not understanding why or how or like why that’s an impulse. Why?
“I’m just warming you up to the idea. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.”
Heat floods my face, turning me beet red. I am deeply embarrassed about his face being down there.
“Hear me, babe? You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
I nod as he kisses my arm, then my collarbone. I close my eyes and let my mind focus on his lips. They’re ridiculously soft and feel so nice.
He murmurs, “We can do other stuff.”
“Yeah?” I ask, finding my body responding to his.
“Yeah.”
I like the sound of that, so I roll onto my stomach and push my ass out. He laughs once. The laugh is low. It makes my entire uterus clench.