CHAPTER 41 BENNETT #3
My hand falls to her cheek, where I cup it gently as I stare down at her, my heart beating a mile a fucking minute as she sucks hard, working all the way down to the root of my cock and then back up, not gagging once, just taking me all the way in.
It’s never been like this with anyone else.
No one has loved on me, pleasured me, turned me on like her, and that’s how I know my feelings for her are not just infatuation, but something so much more intense than that.
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re so good,” I say as she cups my balls and starts massaging them in her hand. “Yes, Jesus, babe.”
Her head bobs up and down, her hand working along the seam of my sack, the pressure she’s applying along with the light scrape of her teeth, it has me so goddamn close…
“Right there, babe. Right fucking there, so close…”
She pulls me in a few more times, swirling her tongue, playing with the head. My body tenses, my legs starting to grow numb as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.
“That’s it, about to…fucking…come,” I say, my chest expanding with breath, my hand tensing in her hair.
Fuck…so close.
So goddamn close…
“Christ.” I tense and then she’s pulling her mouth off, her hand replacing it as she pushes my shirt up, exposing my stomach and chest. Her lips trail up my skin to my neck as she pumps hard on my shaft. Her tight grip getting me there, right fucking there.
Her lips move to my ear and just as her hand flies over my cock, giving me the best goddamn hand job of my life, she whispers, “I love you.”
I still, my heart exploding as she squeezes my cock and pumps down, causing my dick to swell. My cum shoots out of me, all over my stomach, along with the most intoxicating pleasure ripping through me. I’m almost dizzy.
“Fuuuck,” I moan, my head falling back as she continues to lightly pump me until I stop spilling all over my stomach.
“Jesus, Bower.” She leans in and kisses my lips, her hand releasing my cock just as she pulls away, and then with her finger, she swirls it around my cum, spelling something on my stomach.
When I look at her, feeling dazed and the most satisfied of my life, she whispers, “Mine.” Then sticks her finger in her mouth, where she cleans it off before helping me back in my pants and pulling my shirt over the fucking beautiful mess all over my stomach.
I’m still catching my breath, watching her in a haze as she leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of my lips.
Then my mouth.
Then my cheek.
And back to my ear.
“So much,” she whispers. “So freaking much.”
I didn’t know this kind of joy could ever be felt. I thought when she finally gave me a chance, that it was the epitome of joy I could feel, but this, this is on another level.
And I’m so stunned, so shocked, that I don’t even know how to respond as she starts to move away from me. My brain gets it together for a moment and snags her hand before she can get too far away. I pull her to me, tugging her on my lap and cradling her in my arms.
She smiles sheepishly, cups my cheek and says, “I know.”
“But I want you to hear it.”
“I don’t need to hear it. I’ve known for a while. Looking back, I could see all the ways you showed me just how much. So it’s not new to me. I’ve experienced it without you ever having to say anything.”
“I’m glad, baby, but please let me say it.”
She leans in, presses the softest kiss to my lips, and says, “Say it.”
Cupping her cheek and looking into her eyes, I say, “I love you, too, Bower.”
Her smile stretches across her lips, the joy in her expression unmatched. “You’re right, I needed to hear you say it too.” She kisses me again. “Tonight, can we have a night of just you and me and nothing else?”
“I have a game, babe.”
“I mean after the game. I can meet you at your place. And it just be us. No distractions, no pressure, no worries—just us.”
“I want nothing more than that.”
“Good.” She kisses me one more time. “Then it’s a date.”
She stands from my lap and tugs on my hand, pulling me up from the couch, my shirt sticking to me in the worst fucking way. But I’ll be honest, I love it. Because I know under my shirt, written across my skin, is her declaration.
Her hand in mine, she walks me out of the office and past the living room, where Adalade is on the phone. She offers me a wave and a smile before Bower walks me to the door. I turn toward her and place my hands on her hips as she leans into me for a hug.
I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
“Thank you,” I say to her, knowing she probably doesn’t want it, but I want to say it to her anyway.
“Thank you for not freaking out on me when I came here. Thank you for quelling my nerves and for understanding me.” I tilt her chin up.
“I’ve loved you for so fucking long, so thank you for not running away, but accepting me for who I am. ”
“How could I not?” she asks, her hands smoothing up my chest. “You’re irresistible, Bennett. Everything I could have asked for. Everything I didn’t know I was looking for.” She kisses the underside of my jaw and whispers, “I love you so much. I’ll be watching your game. Good luck.”
“Thank you, beautiful.”
I kiss the top of her head, feeling like the happiest motherfucker on the face of this earth as I say my goodbye and head out the door.
Bower loves me. And now I have forever to show her how precious she is to me.