Page 104 of If I Didn’t Have You

“Screw it,” I muttered, letting him drag me to the ground.

Panting hard, he barely had his pants down before he was thrusting hard inside me. As for my panties, they were shredded in two, just inches from my face.

“Ben!” I cried out when his hips met mine in a particularly brutal thrust that I felt all the way in my throat.

“Fuck, Clara.” His eyes squeezed closed as he gripped my leg, pulling it up to meet his thigh. “So fucking filthy, baby. Need to fuck you hard.”

I shattered in his arms, not even a minute in, and I was broken on the ground, my body a quivering mess.

But that didn’t stop him or slow him down. If anything, his eyes darkened and his hips snapped against mine at an unnerving pace. I was on the verge of hitting that high again, of crashing even harder the second time. I didn’t know if I could hold on. I was desperate and needy, feeling a million different things all at once.

And as if he understood that, he thumbed my clit, growling out as he thrust hard inside me one last time as I shattered around his hard length. He cried out, collapsing on top of me and panting hard.

“Fuck, Clara,” he groaned, rolling to the side. “My knees.”

Laughing, I rolled, wincing as my back ached from laying on the floor for just that short time. “I don’t think we’re made for this.”

“We’re still young. Ish.”

“Exactly. Youngish. Between your knees and my back, we’re going to fall apart.”

“Not if I can help it. We just need more padding.”

“Are you suggesting I put on more weight?”

Chuckling, he shook his head, still staring at the ceiling as his breath evened out. “I’m suggesting we start carrying cushions around with us.”

“Then we’d just look ridiculous.”

“Then we’ll turn our house into one of those boho retreats with pillows everywhere.”

“Great, so everyone will feel welcome to come over and screw on every surface.”

He grunted in amusement. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to deny entry to everyone.”

“Including our kids?”

“Especially our kids,” he murmured, rolling over and kissing me hard. “Can’t have them walking in on us again.”

“And just what do you plan on saying to them?”

His lips slid down my neck, across the swells of my breasts. “That they aren’t welcome.”

My eyes slipped closed as he peeled my dress to the side and took my nipple in his mouth.

“That they had their time in our house, but now…”

“Now?” I gasped when he tugged my bud with his teeth.

“Now, if they come in here, they’d better be prepared to see me fucking their mother.”

I grimaced at the thought, but it was quickly cleared from my mind as he flipped my skirt up and slid his fingers inside me.

“Ben!”

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you scream for me.”

My hands flew to his shoulders as he twisted and thrust inside me, driving me insane as he did his level best to draw a third orgasm from me. Black spots wavered in front of me as my grip tightened on him. I was so close, but it was just out of reach. I would never get there. I could feel it.