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“I’m not stopping. I want this. I want you.” A moan falls from my lips as his mouth dips to my neckline.
“Fuck, Mak, to hear you finally say that. . .” He sucks my flesh into his mouth, working his way down, dropping kiss after kiss along my collarbone. “You’ve been killin’ me.” He tugs at the strap of my bra, pressing his lips to my skin. “All this denial. Fighting us.” His teeth graze the tip of my shoulder, stealing another breathless moan.
“I was scared. You and me. . . we’ve never been a good mix.”
“We’re a good mix now.” He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. Freeing my breasts, his head dips, and he sucks my right nipple into his mouth. He palms my other breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple between his fingertips.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the day you landed back in my life,” he murmurs. He captures my hard bud between his teeth and gently bites down. A raspy gasp scratches at my throat. I attempt to run my fingers through his hair, groaning at the restriction of my bandages.
“I like it when you’re like this. It makes me feel like I have all the control. To do this.” He pops my nipple from his mouth and moves his attention to the other, sucking hard.
Damn these stupid bandages. I lift them to my mouth and try to bite them off. The vibration of his laughter only makes it worse. “Ben, I need these off,” I beg, needing contact.
“And I need these off.” He releases his hold on my tits and drops his hands to my panties, pulling them down my thighs, exposing me completely.
“Ben—ahhh. . .” His mouth is back on me, working at my sex. With each palm cupping my hips, he presses his tongue against my slit and licks at the slickness of my cunt. My legs quiver.
“Sweet as always,” he hums against my pussy, lapping at me. A strangled moan travels up my throat as his tongue drives inside me.
“Shit,” I hiss, trying to grab on to anything to hold myself up. I fail and worry my legs are going to give out. Ben maneuvers me and wraps my leg over his shoulder, giving him better access. He works me faster, more aggressively, to the point where I don’t think I can take any more. His tongue thrusts inside me, and my womb clenches. “Ben,” I moan, nearing my peak. His fingers dig into my hips, and a hand snakes across my thigh, working a finger inside me. In and out, he strokes, his tongue doing magical things. Pulling out, he slides two fingers in, and his thumb presses against my clit. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I cry out in ecstasy.
I’m about to slide down the wall when he stands, holding me in place. “Stay still,” he says, then leans over, turning on the shower. The water begins to steam up the room, and he pulls back. I watch and admire as his shirt shifts up over his head. His jeans are next. “Climb in,” he instructs, and I do, trying not to get my bandages wet. “Face away from the water and keep your hands against the tile. We don’t want to get those wet.” I follow his instructions. The water sprays against my back for a moment until his naked body blocks it. “You’re beautiful like this, you know that?” he whispers. His hand appears against my navel, tickling my skin.
“It’s the mittens, isn’t it?” I tease, not feeling all that sexy with these things on.
“Those are just perks.” His hand moves in a circular motion, rubbing along my stomach. “Every single piece of you is flawless.” He lowers to my pelvis. “Sometimes, I can’t find the words to describe how beautiful you are.” The thickness of his cock slides between my ass cheeks, working me into another frenzy. “You’ve been driving me absolutely crazy with these games. Games no one’s winning. All we’re doing is denying ourselves what we both want.” His knee kicks my legs open. “This is where we call a truce. I can’t wait any longer to have you.” I almost choke on my next breath as he slides inside me from behind. He pulls back, then thrusts in again, hitting a new depth. My breasts rub against the coolness of the tiles. He grazes up my back until his arms are stretched out next to mine, his hands planted on the wall. His mouth rests along my shoulder blade as he pulls out and drives deep. Over and over, each powerful thrust brings me closer to the edge.
“You’re so gorgeous like this. Your moans. Your cunt sucking me in. Fuck, I never want to stop.” He pistons into me, and I cry out in pleasure. This is too much. Maybe it’s not enough. It’s too foreign. Too wonderful. Too unfamiliar.
“Ben,” I moan his name, my voice pleading.
“I’ve got you, Mak. I always do.”
His words are my endgame. My pussy clenches around him. He grunts fiercely, using more force, and fucks me until both our white flags are waved. My orgasm blasts through me, and I cry out. At the same time, he explodes, filling me with his warmth.
I slump against the tile, and his arm wraps around my waist, holding me up. “Don’t quit on me now.” He chuckles.
“I’m not sure I have a choice in that. I can’t feel my legs. I never realized how paralyzing sex can be.”
“Do you think you can stand long enough for me to wash you?”
“Any chance I can just sit while you do that?”
He stifles another laugh, and I make an effort to use my legs. “You’ve got two minutes, then I’m sleeping in the tub.”
“Deal,” he says.
While I get the feeling back in my legs, he washes the rest of my body. I try to argue when he attempts to wash my hair but give up because the way he massages my head feels glorious, almost giving me a third orgasm. I’d offer to return the favor if I weren’t trapped by my bandages. Ben is quick to wash himself, then we get out and dry off.
“Are you okay? How’s your thigh?”
“What thigh?”
Ben’s chest rumbles with the sexiest sound, and he wraps the towel around me. “Let’s change the bandages and get your meds so the pain doesn’t catch up to you.”
I’m not sure I even need the meds. I’m already in a haze. He guides me to my room and helps me into pajamas that aren’t sports related. I’m on autopilot as he cleans and changes the bandages. “Your hands are looking a lot better.”
“Okay,” I say.
