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“Look at me.” I’m panting as I watch her; my fists balled against the couch cushions and my cock straining, aching to be touched. When I look up, she’s staring at me. “Let go, baby. Think about all the things I’ll do for you when you finish, and let go.”
“Yes.” She’s shaking as I shift against her, kissing up her legs as her fingers continue to pump inside her.
“Good girl.” I kiss her skin again as her back arches. “Just like that. You are perfect, Mik. Fucking perfect.”
“Ben,” she moans as her core tightens around her fingers and I wrap my hands around her wrists. I pull her away from herself, kissing her fingertips, tasting her, and groan.
“You taste so good, baby.” My voice is caught in my throat as I move over her, pressing kisses into her stomach and over her breasts. I trap her lips with mine as I let go of her wrists and feel her nails claw at my back. When her right hand wraps around me, stroking me gently, I shiver.
“Please,” she whispers the softest cry against my lips as her hips lift to meet me, and I groan as she guides me into her. After watching her please herself, feeling her stretch around me, the way her body fits with mine, it’s nearly too much. I stop moving.
“Give me a minute, baby. I don’t want this to end too quickly.” I kiss her again as her hand moves to my chest and she shifts slightly. “Stay still, Mikaela. Or I will have to make you.”
Her eyes widen and she bites hard on her lip before mischief flickers and her lips twitch. She rolls her hips again deliberately. Slowly. And I hiss.
“Then make me,” she whispers. “Sir.”
Well fuck. Challenge fucking accepted.
Mikaela
The way his face shifts seems to release a cage of butterflies in my chest. One second his eyes are wide and pleading and the next? The next Ben is looking at me as if he is going to ruin me. And I have no doubt he will. I have no doubt he already has.
“So it’s like that, huh?” His eyes gleam with dark desire and my insides melt. His touch is rough but gentle as he grabs my wrist and pulls it over my head, forcing my back to arch. Instinctively, my other hand flies up to free myself and he catches hold of it, easily trapping me with one firm grip. Once he has me pinned with one hand, the other grabs my hips, pulling me close against him and pinning me there so that I can’t move. And I try to move.
“Do you trust me?” He’s staring at me as something shifts in his eyes and his worries surface.
My sweet, soft Ben.
Even now, when I test his control and push for more, he holds back for me. His eyes search mine as he breathes hard and my heart races. I nod.
“Use your words, Mikaela.” He presses a soft kiss against my lips.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Yes. I trust you.”
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathes, his eyes closing briefly. “Okay?”
“I will.”
Like this it’s almost too much. I can feel him everywhere. But when he opens his eyes again his concern is laced with something desperate and his lips lock onto my flesh; rough kisses searing my skin as he moves down my body. I whimper when his teeth graze against my breast, pulling my nipple before sucking and kissing away the flash of pain, and I want his lips on mine. He moves his attention to my neck, his hips still not moving, and licks and sucks at my skin - marking me lightly. I shift as I try to create some friction.
“Stay still, Mik.” He speaks through gritted teeth and I close my eyes.
Pleasure is everywhere as his fingers dig into my skin and his teeth pull at my flesh and I twist my head, cutting off his access to my neck.
“Please.” I beg as I open my eyes and am rewarded with what I want. Ben’s lips crash down over mine with almost painful force as he squeezes my hands tighter over my head. His hips pull back quickly before he slams back into me and I moan into his mouth.
The hand that has hold of my hips moves to my leg and, with a speed and level of flexibility I wasn’t aware I had, Ben pushes my knee onto his shoulder before burying himself in me to the hilt.
I cry out at the instant hit of pleasure and feel myself tightening around him, pulling everything I can from him, and his lips leave mine.
“Fuck. Ben. Yes.” My voice trembles as he rams into me again and again and I shake violently.Fuck. My whole body is aching, twisting and knotting with anticipation of the high that he is tearing from me.
“Fucking perfect.” He grunts as he presses his forehead against mine and my mouth opens in another loud moan. Every word is punctuated with another thrust. “You’re. Fucking. Perfect.”
And he is my undoing. As his thrusts become more erratic and his words slip into grunts of effort and pleasure, the dam bursts and fireworks illuminate every inch of my skin. My veins thrum as my heart stutters, and my breathing hitches with every tremor. I ride the high he has given me until I can only see stars in a blue ocean. He leans in to kiss me fiercely.
“Oh my God.” I mumble against his lips as he frees my hands and they find their way to his face. His stubble scratches against my skin when he pulls back to look at me, and I hold onto him. Both of us are breathing heavy, eyes locked, as every hidden facet of emotion we have pushed aside and buried for years spins out between us. And I can’t stop myself when the tears come.
His eyes are gentle with understanding as he brushes my tears away as quickly as they fall and pulls out of me. Within seconds he’s disposed of the condom and is wrapping me up in his arms. He holds me against his chest, his lips brushing against my hair, and while the silence of the moment wraps around us, something that had been dark and cracked inside of me fuses together in blinding, golden waves. Somehow he knows I don’t need words right now. Somehow he knows these are not the tears of a broken girl too afraid to admit what she wants. Ben sees me and he knows me and he loves me. And I haveneverfelt so full in my life.
Ben’s fingers move along my spine when I move to kiss him and his lips taste like summer - sunlight and happiness and warmth - and I am finding myself in him.
