He rocks into me before I’ve even finished speaking, and I let out a load moan.
“See? Halfway there already.”
“Tell me more about these dreams,” I croak, resettling my legs around his backside.
He laughs huskily.Oh God, his husky laugh.“They start and end just like this.”
He increases his pace, sliding an arm under my back and lifting me partway off the bed, driving deeper inside me, if that’s even possible. I know he’s thinking about my comfort because there’s no punishing pounding, just a sweet intimacy, soft strokes and gentle caresses, lovely whispered words of admiration and kindness. He tells me I’m perfect, I’m beautiful, how amazing I feel, how long he’s been dreaming of me. How much he loves me. I respond with sweet nothings of my own, between sighs of pleasure and increasingly desperate recitations of his name.
Making love to Ben is everything and nothing like I thought it would be. I anticipated the physicality of it, his dominance versus my delicateness, but it’s the emotion in his eyes and tenderness in his words I didn’t see coming. His body overpowers mine in every possible way, but I know I can bring him to his knees with the brush of my hand, the scent of my skin, the press of my lips.
After a while I realize he’s holding himself back. I’m desperate to see him lose control, watch his eyes go dark and wild with need.
“Stop holding back,” I implore him. “Let go and take what you need from me.”
“Kate,” he sighs in time to his rolling thrusts. “Kate.” My name on his lips is an oath, a prayer.
I love his voice right now, wrecked and broken and desperate for release. He’s barely hanging on. I get a taste of how he must have felt watching me come: heady with power and possession. I revel in all his sex mannerisms I’m discovering tonight: the unconscious lip bite when he’s concentrating; the vein pulsing beneath his eye; his tangy sweat scent I can’t get enough of. I want to lick his entire body.
I attempt to, starting with his chest, but he must not be able to endure it because he drags me back up, capturing my mouth with his and kissing me with an aching intensity that drives me nearly to madness. When he pulls away, my chest feels empty, like he’s stolen out my heart, my breath, and my soul in one fell swoop.
“Are you close? I can’t hold off much longer.” His eyes are glassy.
“Don’t worry about me. I want to see you lose control. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“I can’t feel any better. Trust me.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“That wasn’t—”
I redouble my efforts, clenching around him, grinding my hips, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. I bring him to the brink and in the process, I bring myself there, too.
“Oh God,” I gasp when I realize, and I see his eyes spark with satisfaction that he’s going to win this bet after all.
We both break at precisely the same moment. I shatter a second time and scream his name while he drives into me in two mighty thrusts so powerful, I’m backed up to the headboard. I run my hands over his face, across his shoulders, and down his arms as his breathing slows and evens out. I’m belatedly worried he’ll collapse on top of me but he rolls us to the side, keeping his arms locked around me.
“Fuck,” he says, still panting. “That was...”
“The best sex anyone’s ever had? Should be written about in history books?”
He laughs and kisses my shoulder. “I was going to say worth the wait, but that works too. Are you okay? I wasn’t too...”
“Ben. Do I look okay?” I stare into his eyes.
“You look...” He shakes his head, not finishing his sentence.
“I look what? Striking? Nice?”
He laughs into my neck, deep and rumbly.
I keep trying. “Satisfied? Doubly pleasured?”
His arms tighten around me.
“Mine.”
Chapter 31
