6. Bennett
BENNETT
I don’t want anyone else.
Her words are my complete undoing. I’ve wanted this woman since the moment I held her in my arms, but I’ve been fighting myself. That ends today. Acacia wants me to be her first, and I’m sure as hell going to be her last.
I carefully place my woman on the mattress, tracing her curves with my fingertips and watching her beautifully naked body squirm under my attention. Acacia’s eyes flutter open, making me groan when I see the lust still burning there.
Good.
I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot.
“No fair,” she pouts, sitting up to tug on my belt. I love this side of her, curious and desperate to explore her desire. “You’ve seen all of me, but I’ve hardly seen any of you.”
I grin at her, loving her eagerness. “As you wish, little bird. Anything you want.”
I start on the button of my jeans as she sits up on the bed. My pants drop to the ground and I hook my thumbs in my boxers. Acacia gets up on her knees and walks to the edge of the bed to where I’m standing. Before I can take my underwear off, she places her hands on my chest.
I stare down at her, my skin burning under her touch. Her eyes glide over my chest, arms, and stomach. She traces the swirls of ink on my skin, leaving behind a trail of fire as she goes.
Her fingers find the scar on my shoulder, making me tense in shame. Acacia bends down and kisses the raised skin, her sweet gesture healing me from the inside out.
She continues her survey of my body, grazing her hand over my chest, abs, and down my arms. Acacia finds more scars, placing a tender kiss on each one.
I’m trembling from her kindness as well as the simmering heat between us.
She continues tracing kisses over my chest until she gets to my heart.
I know she can feel it pounding in my chest, every beat pulsing with need, desire, and love. It's hers, scars and all.
She kisses my chest, over my heart. “Mine,” she whispers into my skin before resting her forehead there. I am overwhelmed by her love, her sweet, tender touches, and her soft exploration. I place two fingers under her chin and tilt her head up toward mine before brushing my lips on hers.
She opens immediately for me and I dive into her soft mouth. Her hands move up my chest and around my neck, tangling in the hair at the back of my head as she tugs me closer, trying to devour me.
Suddenly she pulls away from me and I follow her like a magnet, drawn to her light, her touch. Her hands glide back down my body and she pulls at my underwear. I let her undress me and carefully watch her face as my cock springs into view.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, almost in awe. Acacia reaches out to stroke me and I almost lose it right there. I gently circle her wrist with my fingers and pull her hand away. “Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?” She looks up with concern in her eyes.
I chuckle. She’s too fucking adorable. I’m going to enjoy teaching her just how to please me.
“No, little bird. You feel too good. I’m going to come right fucking now if you touch me again, but I want to be inside of you when that happens.”
“Oh…” she gulps. I gently lay her back down on the bed and step out of my boxers before crawling over her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect. So mine.” My eyes sweep over her body and I can’t believe all of this is for me.
I dip my head down and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and stroking it with mine. We break for air and I lick down her throat, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. I reach down and drag a finger through her slit, collecting her juices and checking her readiness.
“So wet for me, love.”
She nods, her eyes glazed over with lust. I trace my fingers over her lips, rubbing her honey across her soft skin before licking and kissing it off. She moans, the sound going straight to my dick. My dirty girl likes it.
I reach down again and gather more of her sweet cum, rubbing it on my aching cock in long strokes. I line myself up to her entrance and gaze into her captivating green eyes, searching for any doubts or worries.
“Are you ready for me, Acacia?”
She nods.
“I need your words. I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you, Bennett. Please, I’m ready for you. I want to be yours completely.”
Her confession does me in. I growl and push the head of my cock into her tight, hot pussy. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. You’re safe with me,” I comfort her. I know it’s going to hurt, and I hate that thought. But I love knowing I’ll be the one to make it better.
“I know. I’m ready, please, please, Bennett. I ache for you.”
Fuck. That’s all I need to hear. I push myself further into her, bottoming out in one long thrust. She whimpers and clings to me, squeezing her eyes shut as a single tear escapes. My heart clenches knowing I caused her pain. I kiss her tear away and nuzzle her neck.
“Thank you, for trusting me, love.” I whisper into her soft, warm skin. “Are you okay?” I lean back and search her face.
“I’m so full. I love being connected to you like this.” Her pussy squeezes around my girth and I almost lose it right then.
“Fuck, you feel incredible. Love having you wrapped around me, love filling you up.” My cock twitches, pre-cum no doubt leaking out into her pussy. “I have to move. Are you okay?” I ask again. I might die if I don’t start moving, but I’d happily die right here if she wasn’t ready.
She moves her hips in answer to my question, wriggling beneath me.
I growl and pull out of her slowly. Looking down, I see the evidence of her virginity smeared on my cock, blood mixing with her cum. I grow impossibly harder as I ease back into her.
Setting a steady pace, I pump in and out of her, watching her perfect pussy stretch and swallow me each time.
It’s so fucking hot, I never want to look away.
At the same time, I need to see Acacia’s face, need to gaze at her gorgeous body, need to see and suck and feel every inch of her.
I want all of her, and I want it right fucking now.
I pull my eyes away from where we are joined and look into her eyes. I see the same need in her, the need to possess every inch, to wring out every ounce of pleasure from our bodies.
She leans up and kisses me, biting my lip and dragging it through her teeth. I growl and thrust into her harder. She moans and drags her fingernails down my back.
“Fuck yes. Mark me, make me yours.”
“Ye-yes, yes, oh fuck…” She moans as I angle my hips to hit her sweet spot. “More…I need…”
She doesn’t even finish her thought before I lean back on my heels and throw one of her legs over my shoulder and then the other. The new angle takes me deeper, makes her tighter, squeezing my dick in a sweet torture. I thrust into her again and again, folding her in half.
“Jesus, Acacia, fuck, you feel so good.”
“Bennett! Oh yessss…” Her head thrashes back and forth as her mouth drops open in a silent scream.
I plunge into her again and again. Her eagerness to open up to me, to take whatever I give her, to trust me completely with her body… It’s fucking everything.
My spine tingles, the tension and pleasure building up and hurtling me towards an orgasm. I’m almost afraid of when it hits.
“Bennett, I…. Oh, God,” she gasps for air. “I’m…”
She’s shaking and pulsing, her muscles taut and strained.
“That’s it, love, I’ve got you.”
I pick up my pace, chasing our release, needing it while at the same time never wanting this to end. I reach down and rub her clit furiously, needing her to get there before I do.
“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck!” Acacia pants as she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Come for me. Come all over my big fat cock, Acacia. Let me feel that pussy pop.”
I pinch her clit and feel her walls snap around my dick, squeezing me painfully in the best possible way. Acacia screams and gushes all over me. I drop her legs back down to either side of my hips and lean over her again, swallowing her moans and cries of ecstasy.
I pound into her, our juices flowing and making obscene sounds as our bodies collide together again and again.
I still inside of her as my cock swells.
Roaring my release, wave after wave of cum pours out of me.
I continue to thrust as I empty myself inside her.
Acacia comes again, one orgasm rolling into another as we throb and pulse together, our bodies dripping in sweat.
I collapse, rolling onto my side and pulling her with me. We’re both gasping for air and shaking. She’s incredible.
“Goddamn, Acacia. Just… goddamn.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head. When she doesn’t say anything or look up at me, I panic. “Are you okay? I wasn’t gentle. Fuck, I said I’d be careful. Please forgive me…”
Acacia tilts her head up and kisses me, cutting me off mid-sentence.
“I’m more than okay, Bennett. I feel perfect. Complete. I have no words.” She buries her head in my chest, relief washing over me. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. This feels like home. I stroke her back, tracing circles and patterns into her soft skin. She rests her cheek on my chest and I feel her breath tickle across my skin.
The silence of the bedroom is heavy, but for the first time in years, it isn't oppressive.
Acacia is a warm, soft weight against my side, her breathing finally leveling out into a steady rhythm.
I should be sleeping, but the vulnerability of the moment is a jagged pill I can't quite swallow.
My past is a ghost that usually stays in the shadows of the mountain, but here, with her light shining on me, I feel the need to lay it all bare.
"I didn't just come here for the quiet, Acacia," I rumble, the words sounding like boulders rolling down a mountain in the stillness of this room.
I feel her stir, her small hand coming up to rest over my heart.
"I was in the Special Forces. Spent more time in the sand and the dark than I did in the sun. "
I take her hand and guide it to my right shoulder, where the skin is a maze of puckered, shiny tissue.
"Roadside IED. Took out half my unit and nearly took my arm.
" I move her fingers to the deep indentation on my left thigh and then to the scar that splits my right eyebrow.
"The surgeons did what they could with titanium and stitches, but they couldn't fix the part of me that felt… broken."
I let out a breath that feels like it's been trapped in my lungs for a decade.
"I tried civilian life. I tried the cities, the noise, the people who didn't understand the silence.
I felt weak. Every time I looked in the mirror, I just saw a failure who couldn't acclimate to the world he was supposed to protect.
I came to Hollow Peak to disappear because I didn't think I had anything left to give. "
Acacia doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans up and presses a lingering, tender kiss to the scar on my shoulder.
Her touch is like cool water on a burn. "Bennett," she whispers, her green eyes filled with a terrifyingly pure acceptance.
"You aren't weak. You survived. And you saved me.
There is nothing about you that is broken to me. "
The knot of shame in my gut loosens just a fraction. I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. She's my salvation, and for the first time, I think I might actually be worth saving.