Chapter 21 #2
He sweeps my legs out from under me and carries me to his room, kicking his door shut behind us.
He drops me on the bed, follows me down, and kisses me again, lighting a fire in me that I knew would never be extinguished.
His hands roam down my body, grazing my skin at my hip.
I feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the muscles rippling beneath my fingers.
When he slides his tongue to my neck and sinks his teeth in, my nails dig into his back.
He sits up and yanks his shirt off, then pulls off mine and goes right for my bra.
Cupping one breast, he circles my nipple with the pad of his thumb, then pushes me down and watches as he toys with both of my breasts. “Ben.” I grind my hips against him and groan at how nice that feels and how much more I want.
“Annie.”
“More,” I beg. “Please.”
He licks and nibbles down my belly and strips the rest of my clothes off, then stands at the end of the bed and gets naked. My mouth waters at the sight of him, hard, long, perfectly wide. I lick my lips, and he smirks as he crawls back over me and slams his mouth against mine.
Sensations pool through me at the feel of his fingers tracing down my side, my pulse skyrocketing as he descends lower, cupping my ass and squeezing tight. He does it again, but this time he grinds his cock against me. I gasp at the delicious contact, needing more.
He rolls his hips again, my wetness coating him so it’s a smooth glide. I pull my mouth away from him and bury my face in his neck and cry out in pleasure. “God.” His pulse is throbbing faster than mine, and I clutch him tightly.
His throat rumbles, and he arches enough to get his hand between us.
He cups me, the ball of his hand pushing tight against that sweet spot, making my breath lodge in my throat.
His long fingers rub me, gently tracing the lips of my pussy, then they press in, the tip of his finger hitting the target and probing my entrance.
I finally release my breath on a throaty, desperate moan. “More.”
“Ready for all of me?”
“Yes?” Ben replaces his hand with the tip of his cock, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.
He barely presses in before he retreats.
His breath is choppy, and his body strains above me.
I know he’s trying to be careful, but I’m beyond ready.
A sort of feminine power I didn’t know I had comes over me, and I arch my back, tug his hair, and make him look in my eyes. “Benny, fuck me.”
He shoots me an evil grin, then dips his head, tracing my ear with his teeth as he gives me more. “God,” I gasp.
“Fuck.” He grabs my jaw, tilts my head, and the second our gazes lock, he fills me. “Fuuuuck.”
“Yes, yes. Oh my God, Benny.” He’s heaven, ecstasy, a perfection that’s mine.
His fingers hold my jaw, his eyes bore into mine, and he finally gives it to me. Ben fucks me. He does it deep and hard, and he does it long, and I have never felt more alive than with him inside me.
My thighs tremble, and my back shoots off the mattress. My whole body quakes as wave after wave of bliss rolls over me, through me, inside me. I climax so hard I see stars. It’s incredible and intoxicating, and as I’m coming down, I catch Ben’s feral expression. “Feel it?” he growls.
“Yes, baby. I feel you.”
“Mine, Annie. You’re mine.” A drip of his sweat falls onto my chest as he pounds me into the mattress.
He grunts, and my breath hitches as his thrusts get harder.
I watch as his head snaps back, and he lets out a low, guttural groan.
It’s a sight to behold, and before it’s over, I want to watch it again because it was all for me.
I’d waited so long, too long, for this man, and to know he wants me here, with him, just as badly is all I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.
I don’t realize I’m crying until he wipes my tears away. He kisses me, back to gentle, but also deep. He brushes his nose on the side of mine and gazes into my eyes. “Love you, Blue.”
“How do you do that?” I whisper.
“Do what?”
“When you look at me…” I suck in a shaky breath. “I don’t feel alone.”
His eyes sparkle, and a sexy grin spreads across his face. “You aren’t, and you never will be, ever again.” He rubs his thumb across my lip and leans in just as his phone rings. “I gotta get this.”
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, and as he answers, I see the word of the day.
Baleful: as in ominous, being or showing a sign of evil or calamity to come.
A chill races through me, and I shiver. Without even looking at me, Ben grabs the corner of the comforter and tugs it over me. “Yeah. No, I have litter and all that other stuff here, just Joan Wick.” He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. I know, it’s awesome. Right. See you soon.”
He grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head. “Parker’s bringing Joan Wick over soon. He thinks her name is cool, by the way.”
“Did you tell him you have litter?”
“Yeah.” He gets up and sadly pulls his pants back on.
“You do?”
He puts his fists on either side of me in the bed. “I plan on the two of you spending a lot of time here.”
“That’s sweet.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Do you think Parker would be okay with getting me my phone and purse, and maybe some clean clothes?”
“I’ll have him grab your purse and phone, but I’ll get your clothes tomorrow, because Annie…
” His voice drops an octave and drags his fist across the blanket over my body, then uncurls his fingers, only to cup me roughly between my legs.
I gasp at the accuracy of his aim and squirm at the fire in his eyes.
“Nobody else gets to see and definitely not touch anything that rubs against your tits or this pussy. That’s for me only. ”
My knees tingle, and the back of my neck does the same. I nibble on the inside of my cheek and move my head up and down.
He drops his head to mine and rumbles, “Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Does that bother you?”
I shake my head.
“Scare you?”
“Not at all.”
He licks his lips, and we’re so close I feel the brush of his tongue against my mouth. “Christ, that turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“I really like that you want me that way.”
“I don’t want you that way,” he corrects. “I need you, Blue…in every single way possible.”