“Good. That’s all I need to know.” He dropped his face to my neck and swept me right off my feet like I was a feather. I wasn’t. Not even close. But Ben didn’t even grunt as he lifted me and carried me to the armchair tucked against the wall, lowering himself along with me.
On his knees between mine, he tugged me to the edge of the seat and pressed on the insides of my legs until I parted them for him. Reaching for the bow holding my dress together, he raised his eyebrows.
I nodded.
He tugged.
My dress fell apart.
I knew I’d been smart to wear that dress. The heated look Ben gave me as he raked his eyes over my black lacy bra and matching boy shorts told me everything. He didn’t give me a chance to feel self-conscious or wish the bright lights were a little dimmer. He was on me before I had a moment to catch my breath or gather a single thought.
He buried his face between my breasts with a growl. Kissing my chest, licking a line along the edge of my bra. I threaded my fingers through his curls, trying to hang on. Ben was going to do whatever he wanted with me, and I was more than willing to go along for the ride.
He was hungry,starving, sucking me through the lace of my bra before moving down. Kissing a line along my soft belly. He had to see the silvery stretch marks leftover from my pregnancy, but they didn’t slow him down or deter him. I liked that he didn’t pay them special attention or ignore them entirely. They were just another part of me.
And man, he really seemed to like all my parts. Even the ones I wasn’t a fan of.
When he reached my panties, he lifted his eyes to check in with me.
“Still with me, baby?”
“Yes.” I shuddered as his fingers trailed along the lacy waistband. “I’m all the way with you.”
“Good.” He dipped, pressing his nose against my cleft, and inhaled audibly. “Oh, baby, that’s some delicious pussy. I’m gonna eat my fill and go back for seconds.”
I gasped at his dirty mouth, and my legs shuffled restlessly on either side of his shoulders. Ben grabbed them, sliding his wide palms up the backs to my ass, squeezing me roughly. He groaned as he kneaded my soft flesh, slipping beneath the lace to get to more of me. His lips parted on my mound, mouthing me through the fabric. Rocking his head from side to side, his chin, nose, and mouth all rubbed against me. He was messy, nearly chewing a hole in my panties.
“Ben,” I cried, out of patience. “Stop teasing me and take them off. You’re going to destroy them if you don’t stop, and I refuse to go back to work without underwear.”
He leaned back, but only to tear my panties down my legs and toss them somewhere across the room. Then he propped my legs on his wide shoulders, took my ass in his hands, and buried his face between my thighs.
He spread my ass cheeks wide to get to all of me and wasn’t shy about where he licked. When he’d said he wanted to eat me, he’d meantdevour.There was no part his tongue didn’t touch. His brow was crinkled with concentration, and the sounds he made…ohhh, the sounds.
Wet licks and deep inhales. Grunts of pleasure as he lapped through the slickness he’d created. His tongue delved into spaces no one ever had, and his nose followed. I tried to close my legs, tried to ward him off, but he wouldn’t be deterred.
And it felt good. Strange and new, but Ilikedit. When he slid a finger up my center to play with my clit, I nearly launched myself out of the chair.
“What are you doing to me?” I panted.
He hummed and kept working me. Licking, touching, rubbing. Relentless and still so hungry. He was moaning even more than I was, getting pleasure from making me feel good, and it turned me on more. We were a snake eating its own tail—in a sexy way. Round and round we went, our moans echoing, mounting higher and higher with each cry.
I tried to keep watching him, but could barely keep my eyes open, let alone hold my head up for another second. My muscles were liquid, and my bones were being melted by the heat of his desire.
Collapsing backward, my head hit the cushion, and Ben’s fingers dug into my thighs. His mouth finally moved up, replacing his finger on my clit with his tongue then lips. I was so wet, so verysoaked, his mouth made obscene squelching sounds on my flesh, spurring me on.
My belly coiled and tightened, and my fingers dug into his hair. My thighs trembled on his shoulders, and he shook beneath me. His grunts vibrated through my clit, sending me into orbit—flying, breathless and blind, no idea where I was going or how I would get back. Out of control, spinning, spinning, uncoiling so fast, lights danced behind my eyelids in electric flashes.
I whimpered as every part of me became overly sensitive and Ben’s tongue slowed. He pet my swollen lips with his fingers then slipped one inside me. He didn’t twist or move, just slid it as deep as it would go and stayed there as my inner walls fluttered around him.
“Damnit, Mazzy,” he mumbled against me. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled at the ceiling. “We’ll be ghosts together then, because I’m dead.”
He moved, letting my legs fall off his shoulders, and grabbed my hips with both hands, pressing the ridge of his erection against my core. His athletic shorts were so thin I could feel every inch of him.
“I’m so close,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck you here, but I need you.”
My eyes opened, finding his. “I’m here.” I reached for him, pulling him onto me. “Let me feel you.”
