CHAPTER 32 BENNETT #4
And I take that as the go-ahead.
“Eyes on me,” I command as I start to enter her.
Her breath catches, her mouth falling open as she gasps from my entrance.
“Relax, Bower. Let me in, beautiful.”
She takes a few deep breaths and with every exhale, I slide in farther until I’m halfway there. She’s so fucking tight that it’s making me sweat.
Wanting to help her relax even more, I kiss her. I kiss her deep and long and swipe at her mouth with my tongue until I feel her finally relax, allowing me in. I let our tongues tangle, our breaths mingle until she’s completely sated and I can bottom out.
“Oh my…God,” she says, her breaths short and labored.
“Fuck, you’re huge.” Her teeth pull over her bottom lip for a moment before a smile breaks across her lips.
“Jesus, you feel so good.” She shifts her hips and moans.
“Oh my God, yes, fuck, you’re so big, so fucking big.
” She moves her pelvis and her smile grows even more, as if she’s realizing my cock is the best thing that’s ever happened to her. “Fuck me, Bennett. Fuck me hard.”
Christ, she doesn’t have to say that twice.
I lean back, take her hips in my hands, and I steady her right before I start moving in and out, angling my hips down and rubbing her in just the right spot.
“Fuck, yes. Oh my God, this is amazing.”
She’s so tight, so warm, squeezing me with every thrust that I have no control, it’s like an addiction every time I push into her, this overwhelming sensation of needing to repeat that feeling of her gripping on to me, fucking me with her squeeze.
“Fuck,” I yell as I start moving her body on my cock, lifting her up and down, up and down, her pussy crashing all around me, her tits bouncing with my thrusts, her head thrashing to the side, her smile so goddamn beautiful that my orgasm starts to build at the base of my spine.
So, I grab her legs and spread them as wide as she will allow and then get up on my knees and start pounding into her, our bodies slapping together, our moans mixing.
It’s so fucking erotic. There’s no control and we’re both chasing the same thing, the pleasure that’s about to implode on us and fucking change us forever.
“Yes, Bennett. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, yes, right there. Oh my God, oh my God, fuck…you’re so good. You’re…so…good.”
She starts to tighten around me.
“You there, baby?”
“Yes,” she cries out. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Harder, Bennett. Fuck me harder!”
I pound into her relentlessly, sweat forming on my brow as I try to hold back my orgasm, but the feeling is too fucking good.
Her pussy is so goddamn soft, so tight, that my balls squeeze, my cock swells, and just as I shoot into her, her pussy clamps around my cock and she screams out my name. “Bennett! Fuck, I’m coming.”
Her pussy contracts around my cock and with one final thrust, I spill into her with such force that everything around me turns to black.
“Mother. Fucker,” I cry out, my body shaking with hers as we both ride out our orgasms, every last fucking drop until we’re both exhausted and I collapse on top of her.
Her hand slowly glides over my back as I regain consciousness, my fucking head dazed and dizzy from the most incredible orgasm of my goddamn life.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I lift up to look her in the eyes, hoping and praying I don’t see regret. When our eyes connect, all I can see is satisfaction. So I lean down and gently kiss her lips.
And she kisses me back.
I linger there for a few seconds before I gently pull out of her.
Whispering, I say, “Wait right here.” I place a kiss on her forehead and then take off to the bathroom, where I clean up quickly and then bring her a washcloth.
Once she’s cleaned up, I help her out of the bed so she can go to the bathroom as well.
While she’s taking care of things, I lie back on the bed, my hands digging into my hair, as I try to come down off this high. But it feels impossible, because I’ve wanted this for so long that part of me is wondering if I actually am dreaming or if this is real.
When the door opens to the bathroom and my eyes fall to Bower, naked and so fucking beautiful, walking toward me, I know this isn’t a dream. This is real.
I hold out my hand and she takes it, sliding over me and into my side, where she curls up against me. I wrap my arm around her, and she settles against my chest as I pull the blankets up and over us.
I kiss the top of her head and ask, “Do you feel okay? Can I get you anything?”
“No. Just stay here, with me.”
“Okay,” I whisper as I kiss her head again.
I love you, Bower. So fucking much.
I want to tell her.
Fucking badly.
I want her to know how strongly I feel about her, how much I’ve been wanting this, how I’m so grateful she gave me a chance, but I don’t want to scare her away.
I have her now, in this moment, and I don’t want to do anything to disturb it, so instead of cutting my heart open and bleeding all over her, I hold my tongue and drift off to sleep, my girl in my arms, and peace finally pushing through me.