He lifts me off his lap, setting me next to him on the bed, then stands and starts unbuckling his belt.No fair, I wanted to do that.I’m leaned forward on the literal edge of my seat as he slips his pants down hismuscled thighs and off, and then he’s naked down to his charcoal-hued boxers. The already impressive bulge looks even more promising.
I’m nearly levitating with anticipation. He smiles, keeping his eyes trained on me as he pulls down his boxers and springs free, and
He.
Is.
Massive.
I blink a few times. It’s still there. Miles longer and inches thicker than I’ve ever seen.
“You still with me?”
I gape at him.
“You’ve got your aneurism face on again.”
I finally recover my voice. “Holy fuck.”
“Thisis what it takes for you to curse?” He smirks as he kicks off his boxers and takes a step toward me, looming even larger.
I reach out and take him in my hand, testing his heavy weight, grazing my fingers over his length. He’s hard but smooth, the skin here as soft and satiny as the rest of him. He fills my hand and then some. He fillstwohands. I stroke lightly up and down his shaft and he groans, pressing deeper into my hand.
He’s magnificent. He’s a god among men. This specimen of physical perfection is at my mercy, sheathed in the palm of my hand. If I wasn’t sure before, I’m now certain—I’m about to have the most earth-shattering sex of my life. I need him inside me. I need him so badly I’m trembling with it.
“I can’t believe you waited untilnowto spring this on me. Literally. Pun intended.”
“I thought about sending you some dick pics in the interoffice mail, but I wasn’t sure how it would go over.”
“You could’ve slipped some into the Kate file. Just saying.”
He’s laughing against my mouth, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this feeling, this drive to meet his wit and intelligence with my own. It’s one of my favorite things about him. Aboutus.
I pull him back onto the bed, then climb over him so I’m straddling his lap again, knees pressed to the mattress on either side. His arousal presses hard and insistent against me, but for the moment, I ignore it; there’s something I need to say. I cup his neck and stare into his eyes. My heart is exploding with love for this man.
“I never thanked you for putting my needs above your own.” He tries to speak but I won’t let him. “No, I gave you a hard time instead of appreciating what you were doing for me. You knew what I needed even when I didn’t, and I love you for making sure we did this right. Thank you for waiting for me.”
His eyes are soft on mine as he smooths some hair away from my face. “You never need to thank me for doing what’s right for you. But how about from now on, we leave all that in the past—the fights, the bets, the regrets—and start over with a clean slate. It’s just you and me, on the same team from now on.”
I lunge forward and kiss him in answer, and one kiss turns into ten, and we begin a slow slide into the abyss. We kiss each other like we’re dying and this is our last moment on earth. Like we’re all each other needs or will ever want. And for me at least, it’s true.
Minutes slip by, or maybe it’s an hour, our bodies moving against each other, skin heated and damp, our breath bottoming out until we’re panting. I’m so lost in him I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. I’m giving him everything, pouring myself into him, and he accepts it all with reverent gratitude, his adoration revealed in every kiss, every sigh, every stroke. He’s straining so hard against my entrance that with one strong thrust he could be inside me. The suspense is wrecking my sanity.
“Ben,” I gasp out. “I need you. Make love to me.”
The next thirty seconds are a jumble of limbs and linens and resettling. Ben lays me back against the pillows, sheets crisp and cool against my skin, then takes me in his arms, picking up where we left off. We touch and taste, nip and grope and pet, rolling around and laughing when we get tangled in the sheets. We fondle and tease until a fine sheen of sweat mists our skin. He slips a hand between my thighs and finally,finallypeels my panties down my legs. I snake a hand between our bodies and stroke him until he’s groaning.
Eventually he rolls over me, rising onto his elbows and caging me in with sturdy arms. When he looks at me, it’s like he’s staring straight into my soul.
“I love you, Kate.” His voice is hoarse with emotion. “You’re everything to me.”
The look on his face is so raw, so passionate and penetrating, my breath catches.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
When he pushes into me, just the tiniest bit, I gasp. He stops instantly.
“Are you okay?”
