The first real stroke of his tongue made my breath break.
“Ben—”
“Shhh,” he murmured, mouth settling where I needed him. “Let me have you before you start thinking.”
Thinking was impossible. Heat coiled hard and fast, my body waking before my brain could catch up. My thighs tightened around his shoulders, and he groaned into me like that turned him on even more.
I was already close. Embarrassingly close. Because this was Ben. Ben, who touched me like every inch mattered. Ben, who looked at me like I was his favorite thing he’d ever gotten his hands on. I began to wonder how long he’d been down there before I roused then found I didn’t care to know. As far as I was concerned, he could plant himself there.
I broke without warning, digging my fingers into his scalp so I didn’t fly off the bed. Shaking, rocking, arching into his mouth. He held me through it, groaning like my orgasm had wrecked him too.
Before I fully floated back down, he was crawling up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, looking hungry and ready to take me again.
I held my arms open, welcoming him. “Birthday fuck?” I panted.
He dropped his forehead to mine, hot breath ghosting across my lips. “Birthday girl gets whatever she asks for.”
Ben kissed me hard and filthy, licking every inch of my mouth before reaching blindly toward the nightstand. The crinkle of a condom wrapper filled the space between our breaths.
He slid the condom on with practiced impatience. “Need you, baby. This is gonna be quick.”
My legs fell open. “Then make it good. I want to feel you all day. That’s my birthday wish.”
He groaned like I’d just punched the air out of him, but didn’t let that slow him down as he pushed into me in one smooth, greedy thrust.
My gasp hit the air at the same time as his curse.
“Jesus—Mazzy—” His voice cracked on my name, a raw, stunned sound he immediately tried to swallow. “You’re so—god, you’re—”
I wrapped my legs around him and rolled my hips once.
Just once.
And that was it.
He gave in to the desire riding his back like the devil, driving into me with rough precision. Gentle, funny Ben was gone, replaced by this powerful being who fucked me like his one mission in life was to destroy me.
I loved it.
The headboard pounded into the wall, and the mattress squeaked. I met his brutal thrusts, our skin slapping, sticking, peeling apart. Ben stared down at me, his gaze roaming from my jiggling breasts up to my face and back again. I clung to his flexing shoulders, lost beneath him.
His rhythm went from eager to downright reckless, both of us laughing between gasps. It was so good, so fast, sous. Every thrust of his hips sent heat curling low and tight again, so soon I almost didn’t believe it.
“Don’t you dare come before me,” I managed, tugging on his curls.
“I’m trying,” he gritted, breath shuddering, “but you’re grabbing my hair like youwantme to end this.”
I opened my mouth, promptly forgetting what I was going to say when he shifted his angle slightly, hitting me perfectly.
“Oh,” I gasped.
Ben’s whole body vibrated. “Yeah? Right there?”
“Right—there—”
He hit it again, again, messy, hungry, determined. Pleasure tunneled through me so fast I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but break for the second time this morning.
I came with a sharp cry, clutching him, dragging him with me. His thrusts faltered, his breath stuttered, then he groaned against my skin—a deep, helpless sound as he came hard, hips jerking into mine.
