Page 33 of Beni

“Beautiful things deserve admiration, that’s all.”

“Is it?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that all?”

Beni lifted one shoulder. “No, I also like to take my time. Learn, if you will. All the things that’ll make you crazy, get you screaming. So, one thing at a time, August.”

“One thing at a time,” she echoed.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, letting his hands slide up her arms while he tasted the spot beneath her ear with his kiss.

“Because that’s how I’m going to fuck you, August,” he murmured in her ear, “so damn soft at first, letting you get a taste of me, feeling how I can fill you and stretch you out, and how good it’s going to be. Then it’s going to come a little faster, so I can get your thighs shaking around me, and that pretty skin of yours heated when I touch it. And so you’re ready to beg for it then, see, so it’s going to feel amazing when I fuck you harder to make you come just for me.”

His dark laughter spilled against her cheek before his teeth were grazing her jawline. “Because that’s what really gets me off—watching you get off.”

“God, yes. Do exactly that, please.”

Beni’s chuckles burst along the seam of her lips before he kissed her, his fingers cupping her cheeks as he pulled her down to his king-size bed. They were all legs and arms, then, tangled together as his hands rushed under her shirt to explore with his palms, and she grinded herself against the erection beneath his slacks.

All her sweet little sounds fell into his mouth. She was already so fucking responsive like this, before he’d even stripped her of her clothes, and that made his fucking mouth water. She was delicious, this woman … from the taste of her mouth, to that salt on her skin, and as he moved lower, he swore sinful became something he could taste.

And August knew what she wanted, head tipping up so her gaze could meet his as he hooked his hands into the front of her jeans. “Are you going to eat me, too?”

“Fucking, yeah.”

Her dark eyes flashed. “Don’t forget to give me a taste, too.”

Goddamn.

Some-fucking-how, his dick became harder just like that. Painfully so, really. He loved a woman that could give as good as she got in bed—there was nothing like finding a partner in sex that could match your energy.

That shit was gold.

And he found it.

In her.

Beni yanked the button on her pants apart, uncaring how roughly he pulled apart the zipper, before tugging the item down her thighs. He found nude cotton trimmed with lace detail covering the apex of her thighs. The fabric soft under his fingertips as he ran the digits along her hip bones. Her hot little gasp filled his ears when he bunched his fingers in the material to get a handful, ready to pull them down, too.

He didn’t, though.

Only for a second.

Just long enough to say, “And make sure I hear every sound I get you to make. Yeah?”

August nodded quickly. “Yeah, Beni.”

He dragged those cotton panties down her thighs, peeling them away from the part of her that he wanted to see the most. A patch of trimmed, dark hair led to heaven between her legs. And without shame, she spread her legs for him when he pulled the panties away from her completely. He wasn’t even sure where they landed on the floor, honestly.

Because he was too busy getting down to where he wanted to be the most. At her pussy, getting a taste of that sliver of wetness he could see at her slit. August’s hands slid around the under sides of her thighs, her manicured nails grazing over her pussy before she spread herself a little more for him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pussy of yours, baby. It’s fucking beautiful. And begging for me to eat it, huh?”

“Please.”

He didn’t make her wait a second longer. First, of course, he got that taste of her he wanted. His tongue working her slit while the tartness of her slick pussy flooded his mouth. That taste—his dick was back to wanting to punch a hole through his fucking jeans. He could happily have sat there and licked off the taste of her for hours, her flavor that arousing to him, but he wanted to hear the sounds she made when he—