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“Well I think it's amazing.” I immediately make an attempt to move past the serious turn our conversation has taken. “You had an idea and you pursued it. And became clearly very successful in the process. It's impressive.” My smile widens when he turns his bright eyes on me, a playful grin pulling up the corners of his mouth.
“You know what I think is amazing?” He asks, pushing his unfinished sandwich to the side before reaching out and grabbing my forearm, pulling me to him with next to no effort. “You.” He whispers, taking my mouth with his.
His lips dance gently across mine but it's enough to immediately have me gripping the back of his neck and deepening the kiss as I climb into his lap, my legs wrapping around his back as I grind myself into his hardening erection.
“Everything about you is amazing.” He speaks against my lips as he grinds himself harder into me. “The way you taste.” He says, trailing his tongue along my jawline. “The way your breath catches when I do this.” He says, reaching up to lightly twist my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “The way your heart pounds in your chest when I bring you to the edge. The little noises you make when you're close and the way you scream out when I make you come.” He says, covering up my small whimper of arousal with his lips as he takes my mouth once more.
Lifting me slightly from his lap, he reaches around me and pushes the remains of our dinner the rest of the way out of the way before laying me backwards onto my back and pushing forward on his knees to hover over me.
Having only thrown on my dress when dinner arrived, the moment he spreads my legs open, I am completely bare to him. He takes in a ragged breath as he looks down at me. Reaching out, he rubs the back of his hand gently against my freshly waxed pubic area. “Fucking perfect.” He breathes, trailing his fingertip inside of my folds.
I try to keep my breathing steady and my movements still as he moves his finger up and down before finally sliding it inside of me. I can tell by how easily the first finger enters and then the second, that I am more than a little wet. This man can make me wet just by looking at me. When he touches me, I don't even stand a chance. Every look, every noise, every touch makes me want more.
Pulling his hand away, he grabs the bottom of his white t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Immediately my eyes fall to his perfect body. I think I could spend the rest of my life looking at nothing but this man's chest and shoulders. He is the epitome of perfection and I have to physically rip my eyes away from his physique.
Leaning forward, he places gentle kisses across my abdomen as he pulls my dress higher and higher, baring more flesh as he goes until eventually he sits me up just enough to pull the material completely from my body.
Leaning back, he rakes his eyes across my naked torso, his hands trailing across each inch that his eyes cover. “Bentley.” I plead when he leans forward and grinds his erection into me through the fabric of his pants.
“Tell me what you want.” He says, pushing himself harder against me.
“You.” I breathe, reaching up and locking my hand around the back of his neck.
“You're going to have to be more specific than that Logan.” He teases. Dropping his face to mine, he slowly trails his tongue across my bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.” His breath dances hot against my face.
“I want you to fuck me.” I plead, my frustration coming out clearly in my voice.
“You want me to fuck you?” He pulls back slightly and smiles wickedly at me before dropping his head to my chest and taking my nipple roughly into his mouth.
“Yes.” I plead out, tangling my fingers in his hair as he sucks the sensitive flesh so hard it's borderline painful before switching to the other side and repeating the process. “Please.” I whimper, wanting nothing more than to feel the fullness of having him inside of me. “Please.”
I can tell that my begging has him fighting like hell to drag this out and seeing how close I am to getting what I want, I seize the opportunity to reach between us and grip his hardness in the palm of my hand. “Fuck.” He hisses, the moment my hand closes around him.
It takes only seconds before his pants are discarded on the floor, followed quickly by his boxers, allowing his massive erection to spring free as he quickly rolls a condom down over himself. Settling back between my thighs, he toys at my entrance for only a short few seconds before plunging deeply inside of me, both of us crying out from the intensity of the pleasure surging between us.
Picking up speed almost immediately, within minutes we are both a sweaty panting mess of tangled bodies and wordless moans as our bodies pound into each other, both grasping, trying desperately to hold on.
Slowing to a stop, Bentley rolls us together, placing me on top and as such, giving me the control that I so desperately crave, especially where this man is concerned. Pushing back, I place my hands on his chest to give myself some leverage as I slowly begin to ride him. Circling my hips slowly above him, I plunge down deeper and then pull back up, loving the way desperation crosses his face when I do so.
Quickening my strides, I lean further back so that his massive erection rubs inside of me at the perfect angle which has me on the brink within seconds. Not able to control myself, I ride him harder, pushing back further to feel the added pressure send a spiral of waves crashing over me as I come above him.
My orgasm sends him over the edge and after a handful of hard plunges he groans out and then stills below me, his eyes closed, his breathing labored. Leaning forward, I lay my head against his chest and breath in deeply. There is a slight reminiscence of his cologne but mainly I just smell me. Me and sex and the smell is intoxicating on his skin.
I'm not sure how long we lay like that, his erection eventually softening inside of me. I have no motivation to move, no strength or want to pull myself from his body and he seems to be in no rush either.
It isn't long before I feel heaviness settle over my eyes and even though I know that I am seconds away from sleep, I still can't bring myself to move out of his arms. As he trails his hands softly up and down my back, I eventually slip under with no recollection of actually doing so.
I wake slightly when Bentley shifts under me and rolls me to the side before picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom. I know I need to leave. I need to go home. And yet, I can't make myself do it. The moment my body meets the softness of the mattress below me and Bentley's arms wrap around me, pulling my back tightly to his chest, I know there is nothing on this earth that could force me out of this perfect moment.
