I bite my lip, and my chest warms at his worried expression. “I like this.”
He waits, searching my face.
“I like this really much.”
He licks his lips. “Really much, huh? Is that a sentence?”
I pull him closer to me and mutter, “Don’t tease me.”
He moves his hips and whispers, “Don’t tease your words, or don’t tease you.” He pushes all the way inside me, rubbing his hips up and down.
Oh my god.
He’s hitting something in there that makes my head fall back, my nails dig into his shoulders, and my chest clench. “Both,” I mutter Camdenthless.
He keeps moving, but this time, it’s not slow. His hips meet mine in a continuous slap until my eyes roll back. The build climbs with each thrust. I am not climbing the way I was last time when he had his hand down there. I am settling into something deeper. After a few minutes, his hand slides down between us. He finds the spot nearly right away, and I yelp. His other hand covers my mouth, but he doesn’t stop. I can’t Camdenthe, my voice is muffled under his palm, and my body is trembling under him. The build is about to drop. It’s likereaching the top of a rollercoaster ride, and then suddenly, my stomach is full of butterflies because I know what’s coming next. He’s about to send me down. Then the rollercoaster drops, and I’m squealing under his palm. He keeps his pace with his hips and fingers as my body excitedly shakes from the thrill. The ache between my legs releases in one long rush. My Camdensts press against his bare chest. He moves his hand from my mouth to kiss me, but I’m holding onto him for the sake of my life. That was the craziest ride I’ve ever had. He follows me a half-second later. I feel warmth bloom between my legs, and I hold him while he comes, and mine tapers off. His mouth is open as I kiss him. His hair falls on his forehead as he looks into my eyes.
He says my name into the side of my hair. He holds himself inside me for a beat, and then he kisses my temple. He Camdenthes out slowly and pulls out gently. He gets out of bed to grab the towel off the back of the door. He cleans us both up. He drops the towel on the chair and gets back in bed. He kisses the top of my head and pulls me against him.
“You’re beautiful, Lucy.” He snuggles his face near mine.
“So are you.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
I smile. “Night, Benson.”
I’m asleep within four minutes.
I wake to the bed shifting. The room’s still dark, so I try to figure out what time it could be. I feel like I just fell asleep. Benson’s hand is on my hip over the blanket.
He whispers, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Did I really sleep through his alarm? I open one eye and murmur, “What time is it?”
“Five.”
“I thought you didn’t have practice until six-thirty.”
“I don’t.”
I arch my back and stretch.
He laughs once into my pillow. “This again.”
“What?”
He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him. I roll into him in the dark and he kisses me sweetly. His mouth is warm. His hand cups my shirtless chest, pinching my nipple. I arch into him, and he grabs my ass cheeks. He kisses me down my throat, my collarbone, to my sternum. He takes my nipple in his mouth. Then he kisses my stomach. He keeps going down.
His mouth hovers over the top of my pajama shorts, right between my legs.
Adrenaline rushes through me. I lift my head. “Benson.”
“Mhm.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he starts kissing my pussy through the front of the pajama shorts now. Over the cotton. The kiss is open and slow. I feel the warmth of his mouth through it and moan. He’s watching me, adding more pressure with his jaw.
“What are you doing?” I plead, and then he nips the inside of my thigh. He keeps his mouth there, showing me his teeth through a cute smile. He kisses the front of my shorts at the center and hums. I make a sound at the back of my throat I did not know I was going to make. He kisses me there again. Open mouth. Slow. “Bens — what are you doing.”
“Warming you up, baby.”
