Chapter 15
Bennett
My hand grips tighter to her hip, and I use my other hand to gently push into her lower back, bringing her in tighter to my chest. I need the skin on skin contact. I need her.
The feeling of her so close to me makes me groan, and drop my head into the crook of her neck so that I can leave open mouth kisses on her with the hope that she feels even half of what I'm feeling.
“Just let me-” She tries to pull out of my embrace, and I let her. I don’t want her to do anything she's not ready for, but she's not changing her mind. No, she needs the room to yank her top off, and throw it across the room.
“Kassie.” I say her name on a moan, as I slide my hand under her sleep shorts to squeeze one of her ass cheeks, and I'm so damned close to where I want to be, I start to tremble. “Can I-touch you?” I whisper against her shoulder.
“Fuck yes!” The words are barely out of her mouth before her shorts join her top somewhere on the floor. “Can I touch you?” It’s her turn to ask me, as she scrapes her nails over my still covered hip, and my skin heats knowing that I’m about to be hers.
“I think I might just combust if you don’t touch me, Kassie.”
I’ve barely finished speaking before she hooks her fingers into the top of my boxer briefs, and before I know it, I'm naked too.
She pulls back a little, and I begin to protest until I feel her hand grip my cock tightly.
I twist one hand in her hair, and pull her lips to mine, as I trail a finger over her collarbone, between her breasts, over her stomach, then I cup her pussy.
“So wet, so ready for me,” I murmur into her mouth.
“Yes!” she gasps as I push a finger into her wet, hot pussy.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the edge of an orgasm, as I add a second finger, and circle her clit with my thumb. She’s not the only one who is in sensory overload, because it feels like somehow her hands are touching every part of me.
“Stop Kassie!” I beg, as her hand twists up, and down my cock, her thumb sliding through the slit, and using my precum as lube to squeeze the head. “You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because, I'm going to come.” I close my eyes, trying to push off the sensation.
“Isn't that the point?” she asks with a laugh, but I cut her laughter short with a crook of my fingers.
“It is, but I won’t come before you do.”
“Oh!” she gasps.
“You can stop me at any time, OK?” I ask, as I sit up looking for my pants, so that I can get a condom out of my wallet. She nods, but I need more than that. “I need to hear you, Angel. I never want you to feel like you're not in control.”
“OK.”
“Do you want this?” I ask, leaning on my elbow to look down at her.
“Yes.”
“Use your words,” I order.
“I need your cock inside me now, please, Bennett.” She snatches the condom out of my hand, tears it open, and rolls it down the length of my cock.
I lie back down, and pull her knee up to rest on my hip at the same time. My cock lines up with her entrance, and I take a deep breath, then push inside. There’s no resistance, because she’s so ready for me.
When I can't go any deeper, I close my eyes, drinking in the sensation of being surrounded by her.
“More,” she whispers against my shoulder, while dragging her nails up my back. “I need more, please”
“Anything for you, Angel.” I withdraw slowly, then take my time pushing back in. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she moans. “Faster.”
“Next time,” I promise. “This time I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every millisecond of our first time.”
And, that’s exactly what I do. Slowly, I feel her orgasm build again. Her breathing becomes laboured. Her hips lose their rhythm. Her eyes close.
“Look at me when you come, Kassie. I want to see you.”
Her eyes snap open at my command, and that’s it.
“Bennett!” My name is barely above a moan.
“That’s it, Angel, come for me.”
Her eyes soften, her body shakes, and she buries her face in my chest.
My hips move faster, and less than a minute later I'm following her
I wrap her in my arms as she lets out a long, shaky sigh.
“Let me take care of the condom.” I feel the loss of her immediately, so I make quick work of removing the condom, tying it up, and wrapping it up in a tissue ready for the rubbish. “Come back here, Angel,” I say, pulling her back into my arms, where she belongs.
“Why do you call me that?” she asks quietly.
“What?” I ask, already half asleep.
“Angel.”
“Because you have always been, and will always be, my Angel,” I admit, dropping a kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even closer.
“How are we going to tell, Max?”
“Together.” I say simply. I have a sneaky suspicion he won't be surprised at all. “Now get some sleep.”
Wrapped up in each other’s arms, that’s exactly what we do.