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Chapter twenty-four
Mikaela
He works so slowly, lowering himself before me as he kisses my neck and down to my chest. He takes time to kiss my breasts, swirling his tongue over me and tugging gently with his teeth. With every gasp that leaves my lips I feel his curl into a satisfied smile.
I push his shirt from his shoulders and hungrily free him from his trousers, but he traps my wrist in his hands and shakes his head with a wicked grin. He holds my waist tight and tells me to stand still as he peels the lace from my skin, lowering to his knees as he remains before me, his eyes dark and dangerous.
When he’s face to face with the puckered pink scar that runs from my sternum to my stomach, Ben doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even pause. He simply presses tender kisses down the length of it, whispering about how incredible I am.
That drives me crazy.
His hands slip gently down over my ass and my thighs before he pushes my legs apart and glances up at me. I am staring at him with my mouth open as he presses his lips against the inside of my thigh and then the other. He flicks his tongue over his lower lip and my cheeks flame, and then his mouth is on me and his tongue is moving in deliciously slow strokes and circles and my hands are in his hair.
I gasp as he sucks and licks and kisses and he holds me tight, keeping me still and forcing me to feel every blissful sensation. When my head rolls back and my eyes close, I feel him trail soft fingers over my entrance before pushing inside me; just one finger at first, and then another. Instinctively, I grind my hips against him as his fingers curl and I whimper quietly. Fire consumes me. It burns through my veins and pools in my core. It heats and simmers within me until I am blinded by it. With every lap of his tongue, every push of his fingers, he stokes the flames. He feeds it with every moan that leaves his lips as he tastes me and teases me. I moan again, my hand flying up to stifle the sound.
He stills his movements. My eyes open. I need friction. I needmore.
“I want to hear you, Mikaela.” His words are a command, punctuated by the slow withdrawal of his fingers. “Don’t hold back.”
He pushes into me roughly and a small cry escapes me as I bite down on my lower lip. Again, he pulls back slowly, swirling his fingers over my heat and up to that spot of beautiful fire before returning to the place I need them most.
“You are allowed to let go, Mikaela.” He kisses me there again as his fingers push deeper, slowly this time. “I want you to enjoy this and I want to hear how much you enjoy it.”
“I -” My heart is pounding as he curls inside me again, pulling at that thread of pleasure and toying with it. “I can’t.”
The admission is painful. It’s a remnant of my past, as real as the scar he has so easily treated as a piece of art, and I’m not sure which one is more damaging; more permanent.
“Oh but, Mikaela.” His fingers continue their blissful torture of me as my knees shake and pleasure beckons to me. “I think you can. I’ll help you.”
With his tongue back on me and the rhythm of his movements slow and deliberate and so expertly precise, I feel the wave of bliss crash over me and my legs tremble. My cries are strangled and restrained.
I know I’m holding back.
His left hand grips me tightly as he withdraws from me, slowly pulling his dripping fingers into his mouth and grinning as I shake my head with a breathy laugh.
“That’s one.” He gets to his feet slowly and pushes me towards the bed and down, holding me gently as he presses against me, trapping me beneath him.
“One?” My fingers trail over his broad chest as he pushes my legs apart with his knee and presses a soft kiss against my neck.
“One,” he repeats. His fingers rub circles where his tongue has just been and I writhe beneath him. Slowly he positions himself over me and one of my hands moves to his length, stroking, pulling groans of delight from him. He stares down at me as I smirk up at him, fully aware of how desperate he is to finally sink into me and lose himself in the bliss of connection, fully aware of how much power I have over him now. It’s thrilling.
He moves swiftly, pulling my hand from him before reaching for the bedside drawer and coming back with a condom. Tearing the packet with his teeth, he wastes no time. One second he’s moved away from me, his hand rolling over his length, and the next he’s pinning me down, the heat of him pressing against me in perfect anticipation as he holds my wrists over my head in one hand again.
“I wonder how many it will take to have you screaming for me?”He sinks into me slowly, shaking as I suck in a heavy breath. He doesn’t move, letting me adjust to the feel of him and I feel myself tighten as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Holy shit, Mik. You’re incredible.”
“Fuck.” My moan is whispered as he pulls back slowly and thrusts into me again. I twist my wrists, wanting to feel him, and he frees me instantly. My fingers claw at his back, pulling him closer as my leg wraps over his hips and he moves so gently. With every thrust and grunt, with every bead of sweat that mixes between us, I feel my control slipping away.
“Please,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders, leaving white half crescents in his skin.
“Mik?” He presses a kiss into the base of my throat. “Tell me what you want.”
“Faster.” It’s a breathy plea as his lips brush against mine and he runs his hand over my hair. “I want you to go faster.”
“Fuck.” Ben grunts as he thrusts into me, each push harder and faster and I move my hips to match him. His eyes close as he moves, the muscles in his neck strained and throbbing and I can’t look away from him. “Mikaela.”
Hearing my name on his lips is almost too much and I whimper as I pull him closer, desperate to feel his mouth against mine. This kiss is desperate and broken as the sounds of us fill the air, and I arch my back as his fingers move between us. He presses against me, stroking firmly as he continues to slam into me and when he looks at me I come undone around him, crying out as I cling to him.
Everything tightens. Everything heats. Everything explodes.
