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I thought I would feel differently being so vulnerable to him but honestly, I love the feeling. I love how badly I know he wants me. I love that my flesh is completely exposed to him, teasing him. And when his hand travels across my ass and into the folds of my most sensitive area, I can't stifle my cry as he slips a finger inside and then two, finding how ready I am for him.
“God Logan. You're so fucking wet.” He pants, plunging his fingers deeper before removing them completely. I hear the rip of a wrapper and by the time I have processed that it's a condom, Bentley grips my hips and pulls me further down the counter, leaving only my torso against the surface and my lower half somewhat dangling in the air.
I feel him position himself behind me and even though I am prepared, I still cry out loudly when he enters me on one quick hard thrust. The feeling of being invaded so completely and stretched to the brink has my eyes immediately glazing over, not in pain but in incredible pleasure.
Pulling back, he almost completely removes himself from me, leaving only his tip still inside before slamming back into me again, this time so hard the counter against my stomach pushes the air from my lungs and I am left gasping as he repeats the process again.
Sliding me further down to where I can reach the floor with the tips of my toes, he begins a hard pounding rhythm behind me. Straightening my posture as much as I can given our current position, I lean back and use my feet to raise and lower my body as I match him thrust for thrust.
I can tell by his erratic breathing and the shake of his hands that he won't last much longer. And while I am surprised by how close I am to my own orgasm, I am more surprised by how close he seems to be to finding his. But clearly not ready to end this yet, he quickly pulls out of me just as my build starts to come to the surface.
Flipping me around, he lifts my leg, hitching it over his arm just at the bend of my knee. Lifting me slightly so that the edge of my ass is perched on the counter, he reenters me again on another hard thrust that causes me to cry out.
“You feel so fucking good Logan. So fucking good.” He pants against my mouth before taking my lips with his. “Too good.” He shakes his head, pulling back to look at me.
Dropping my hands behind me, I support my weight with my arms so that I am able to lift and lower my body to match his rhythm. Gripping my shoulder, he holds me tightly in place as he slows his movements and looks down to see where our two bodies are currently one.
He slowly pulls out and then reenters me, his eyes never leaving our connection point. I've never had someone actually watch as they slide in and out of me before and while the thought never occurred to me, it's the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.
And as I watch him watch us, I can't fight off the build that is slowly returning, even though his movements are so slow and controlled. Watching his forehead crinkle in pleasure as he looks down between us, the way his eyes glaze over, how rapid his breathing is coming, it's a combination that has me clawing at the counter just trying to hold on.
Sensing how close I am to the edge, Bentley drops my leg and pulls my body flush with his. “Let it go baby.” He breathes against my mouth, entering me so deeply that once my orgasm takes hold, there's no stopping it.
The build seems to take forever. It starts from somewhere deep inside of me and with each slow controlled thrust that Bentley does, it grows stronger until finally I explode around him on a cry so vicious that it bounces off the walls around us.
Quickening his strides only slightly, I know the moment that he finds his release as well. His body becomes rigid and tight beneath my hands and I grasp at the flesh of his back as he falls apart beneath me, crying out my name as his release spills from him.
It's several long moments before either of us move but eventually Bentley pulls out of me and steps back, slipping off the condom and discarding it in a nearby waste basket before fixing his pants and reaching out to help me from the counter.
“You are incredible.” He smiles against my forehead as he places his lips gently to it.
“I'm just getting started.” I pull back to flash him a wicked smile while my hands immediately go for the buttons of his shirt. One by one I pop the fabric open and watch as his eyes grow dark the further down I get.
Once the last button is unclasped, I push the material from his shoulders and let my eyes travel across his torso. I try not to give any indication by just how turned on I am by the sight of his bare flesh before me. I have seen some pretty nice bodies in the past but never have I come across the perfection that is Bentley Reed.
Years of playing sports is evident in the cut and definition of his muscles and the way they clench and release with each breath he takes. Slowly I lean forward and kiss his collarbone but instead of pulling back, I let my mouth explore his sculpted chest and washboard stomach. This man is more incredible than even I imagined and that is really saying something.
It isn't long before my fingers find their way to the zipper of his pants but before I can act on anything, his hands close over mine and he pulls me to my feet. “You may have gotten me the first time around but I promise you, you won't get away that easy again.” He warns, smiling down at me.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” I tease, cupping his already hard erection in the palm of my hand, for the first time realizing just how big he really is. I let my hand glide up and down his length through the fabric of his pants and can't help but smile when a soft moan escapes his lips when I roll my thumb over the tip.
“Bedroom.” He says, causing me to squeal out when he leans over and picks up my panties before tossing me over his shoulder, crossing the length of the suite in the matter of seconds, me protesting the whole time for him to put me down.
He ignores my cries of protest and simply slaps my ass when I try to push my body up in an attempt to break free of his hold. “Bentley.” I laugh out, when he flips me off his shoulder and I land with a soft thud onto the mattress below me.
I don't even have time to look around before he is climbing up my body and tugging down the straps of my dress. “This time.....” He pauses as he takes in each inch of my flesh as it's revealed. “This time I am going to take my time.” He says, taking a deep inhale when I lift my ass and allow him to pull the dress from my body, leaving me completely bare to him. “I am going to study every inch of your body.” He promises, lifting my leg as he trails his lips across my shin not stopping until he reaches the marred flesh at the bottom of my knee.
I can't help but cringe slightly when he kisses the center of my scar. “Kindred Spirits we are.” He says, laying my leg back down. I can't explain the rush of emotion his words cause. He knows how I feel. He knows what it's like to lose the very thing that made you, you. In a weird way, I feel connected to him on a level beyond anything sexual. Like a certain bond that forms when a person understands you because they understand what you have lost.
Bentley stands and steps out of his pants, his eyes never leaving mine as he does. Once the material hits the floor, he climbs on top of me and settles his hips between my legs, his boxers the only barrier between my bare body and his. His face hovers just an inch above mine and for a moment, he just stares at me. I can't explain it or even begin to understand it, but in that look, in that one look, something changes.
But as he lowers his face and his lips connect to mine, all thoughts and feelings are simply swept away. For with this man, the control I have held onto so tightly just melts away. It's not a fight for control with Bentley but a fight for survival.
