Chapter Eighteen Karmen
My body is on fire.
I have never been so turned on. There have been plenty of times when Benson has had me at his mercy—so wound up and wrung out that I didn’t know which way was up—but this is different. The dynamic has shifted between us, and there’s a level of trust that wasn’t there before.
Benson’s praise sends another electrifying bolt of desire straight to my core.
I’m impossibly wet, pussy clenching tight, desperate to be filled.
The pads of his fingers dig into my heated skin, kneading and squeezing as he opens me up for his slow perusal.
The strike to my cheek rains fire on my ass, body sagging, eyes fluttering closed as the bite of exquisite pain washes over me.
The second strike quickly follows the first, landing directly in the same spot, robbing me of breath, delivering a current of blazing heat to race through me.
“You’re soaked, baby,” he murmurs, gently caressing my stinging ass. “So wet and pink, just for me.”
I moan, searching for words, but my mind is useless right now as I ride the sharp edge of pain and desire.
Then he’s there.
Soft pricks of stubble graze deliciously against my inner thigh as his mouth devours me, rediscovering every dark shadow with his torturous, hot tongue.
“Y—yes,” I cry out, raw and needy, finally finding my voice.
“Look at you,” he groans in appreciation. “So eager for me.”
A shudder racks through me as the first wave of my orgasm hits me.
He drags his tongue up, licking my dark hole before biting my ass cheek, then standing up behind me. I rise to my full height, spinning in place, and he lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I seek his wet mouth, kissing him deep.
He carries me to the bedroom, and his mouth never leaves mine as he lowers me to the bed.
I scoot back, resting on my elbows, his heated gaze holding mine hostage as he begins to undress.
Benson tugs off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, revealing the hard planes of his impressive torso.
The clink of his belt buckle, and my heavy breathing are the only sounds filling the room as he sheds his jeans, then his boxer-briefs.
I lick my lips in appreciation when he stands to his full height.
God, this man is beautiful.
His heart. His mind. His soul. His incredible body.
He crawls on top of me, his mouth instantly covering mine as he settles his hard body between my open thighs. I revel in the familiar weight of him, the warmth of his body pressing into me. His arms bracket my head as he slows the kiss, his heated gaze finding mine.
“I fucked my fist last night dreaming of this,” His lips trail gentle kisses along my jaw. “Of you being beneath me again, panting for my cock.”
His hungry lips travel to my neck, then my chest, as goosebumps erupt in the wake of his reverent kisses.
My hands thread through his silky dark hair when he shifts his weight, his hot mouth covering my breast, sucking my hard nipple, biting and teasing the pebbled flesh until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Benson, please,” I beg, desperate to have him inside me.
Hovering above me once more, he kisses each of my eyelids, my cheek, then my mouth, before shifting to reach for the bedside drawer, but I stop him. “I want to feel all of you.”
I know he gets tested regularly, and he would never put me at risk.
Without hesitation, he settles in, lining his cock with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he grits through clenched teeth, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly stretches me. “I missed you.”
Those words wrap over me like a warm blanket as I spread my legs wider before planting the heels of my feet to the back of his ass, pushing to seat his cock deeper.
My pussy stretches deliciously around him as he thrusts in and out, squeezing my walls when he curls one hand around my neck while the other cradles my face.
His rough thumb swipes back and forth across my cheek.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispers, his thick, generous cock barely retreating an inch before sliding back home. “You’re gripping me like a goddamn vice.”
He grinds his hips this time, fucking me harder into the mattress. Every emotion crashes into me, overwhelms me, and crushes me most profoundly. I cry out his name, a sharp, inherent moan parting my lips as I come, wave after wave slamming into me with the force of a hurricane.
His thrusts become more powerful, driving into me with an intensity that borders on insanity. I love the carnal way he owns my body.
And the gentle way he possesses my heart.
He lets go of a deep-throated groan, coming inside me, dropping his head on my chest. His cock twitches inside me as I lie there reveling in the last couple of hours.
We fight for precious air for several moments before he lifts his head from my chest, his soft blue eyes holding mine when I say, “I missed you too.”