He is doing the long slow Camdenthing of someone who is going to be asleep in under five minutes. And I’m still wide awake. I shift against him, feeling the way his body is pressed against mine. I arch my back to get more comfortable and without me meaning to, I feel him — fully — against me through his shorts.
The Camdenth behind my ear changes. It doesn’t seem like he’s near sleep at all. His hips press against mine, and I feel asemi against my ass. His hand on my waist slides over to my hip slowly.
I press back again. He pushes forward. He feels so good against me. I lean into it. We do this back and forth in the dark for a long minute until I realize that we’re both pressing against each other with such force that every other part of our bodies is moving away from each other. He’s fully hard against me now, and we’re pushing hard deliberately.
His fingertips on my hip go still, then they slide down my thigh. Up, then back down. His hand slides up under the hem of the t-shirt at the bottom, and his fingertips graze my stomach. He cups the bottom of my Camdenst. His thumb traces the bottom curve of it. My heart’s racing under his touch. I let out a loud exhale, and then I turn my head into his shoulder. He grabs my chin to hold me there and kisses me.
The kiss is slow. His lips are thick and gently sucking on mine. He’s in no rush. His tongue slides in my mouth, and I start to feel dizzy. He presses against my ass again, and my mouth falls open. He feels so good against me. I roll onto my back, and his weight comes down on me slowly. His hand is still under my shirt, rubbing and squeezing my boob. His other hand finds my hair. I get my hand on the back of his neck. The hair at the nape is still damp.
He pulls back to look at me. The lamp is off, and the only light is the strip through the curtain. I can see his face in pieces in the dark. He’s looking at me.
“Do you want to?” he whispers.
I know what he means, so I nod.
He kisses me again. Then he kisses my chin, my jaw, the side of my neck, the curve of my collarbone through the open V of the t-shirt. He pushes the t-shirt up to my ribs. He kisses my stomach. He kisses the soft skin below my ribs. He pushes the t-shirt over my head with both hands and drops it off the side of the bed. Hekisses my sternum. He kisses my left Camdenst then my right. He takes the nipple in his mouth, and I make a sound at the back of my throat as I grab his hair.
He’s in no rush. This man knows he has the entire night.
He pulls his t-shirt over his own head one-handed and drops it after mine. His chest comes back against mine in the dark, and the warmth of his skin on mine is the warmest thing I have felt all day.
His hand slides down over my stomach. It goes under the waistband of my shorts. His fingers find me already wet.
He Camdenthes against my collarbone. “Baby.”
He runs a hand up to my mouth before I can respond, and I suck his finger into my mouth. With his hand in my shorts, he inserts a finger. My body tenses as he slides in. I release his finger and let out a soft moan.
“Lucy,” he whispers. “Baby, you feel so good.”
He pulls out and then inserts two fingers, and this time, I moan louder. He drops his hand and pinches my left nipple. A shockwave rolls straight to my core. I open my mouth and try to Camdenthe through it, but it feels so good. He kisses my mouth in the dark. His tongue explores my mouth. He keeps the rhythm in his hand the same. He is watching me in the dark.
“Benson,” I moan.
“Yeah?”
I clench. “It feels so good.”
He continues moving his fingers around inside of me, and every time he does, I don’t know how to Camdenthe. It feels so good. He continues for a few minutes, and then he pulls out. He kisses me and stays close until I catch my Camdenth.
He moves down between my legs. He pulls the shorts off without making a thing of it. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband. He drops them off the side of the bed. His mouthcomes back to mine. His hand is on my hip. He is between my thighs in the dark, and I can feel him through his shorts.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Don’t stop.”
He pulls his shorts down and kicks them off the bed. I feel his dick press against me, and the warmth sends a shiver down my spine. I could never want anything more than Benson Reeve at my fingertips. He kisses me on the mouth, and I open my legs for him. He lines up with one hand and pushes in slowly. The slowness is not like our first time when he was having a hard time pushing into me. Now my body knows him, and his fingering made me extra wet, so when he pushes in slowly, there’s no resistance. Our hips meet, and he growls against my lips when he’s all the way in. He pulls out and glides in slowly again. He knows he has me because he pulls out again and kisses me deeply, making me ache and reach for him. I feel so empty without him in me, so I tilt my hips up and aim him into me. When he pushes into me again, I let out a soft cry against his lips. He pushes all the way into the hilt and stays there. I can barely handle it. The pressure of him deep inside me makes me pant. He kisses my forehead. He kisses my mouth. He kisses my neck. I grab the back of his shoulders and moan, loving the feel of him. His hips start moving.
I’m holding onto him now. My hand is on the back of his neck. My other hand is on his shoulder blade. My legs are around his waist. He is moving slow and steady, his weight on his right elbow, his other hand cradling the side of my head. He kisses me between every few strokes. He pulls back to look at me. He goes back to kissing me. He says my name once into the side of my hair and I say his back into his collarbone.
He keeps the pace slow.
There’s something that’s so connecting about the way he’s moving, like he’s savoring every inch of me. Every time hepushes all the way in, a moan leaves my mouth. He captures every single one, drinking it in. I can tell that he wants this to last. He’s dragging out each thrust, taking his sweet time. The pressure in my core continues to build. I wrap my arms around him, unable to deny that this is exactly where I want to be. I belong in his arms. This is what being made love to feels like, and in my twenty-one years, I have never known what it’s meant until now.
“Baby,” he mutters against my neck. “Are you doing alright?”
I shake my head, so he lifts himself to look at me.
“What’s wrong?”
