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Elizabeth laughed. “Really?”
His face fell, and he stared into her eyes. He brushed her hair over her shoulder as she looked at him longingly.
“Really,” he said softly, his jaw tensing after his answer.
Liz took her hand and caressed the back of his neck, looking over his face. She kissed along his jawline and cheek. He craned his neck to the side, allowing ample room for her to reach every nook of him.
He put his hand on her throat gently and slowly pushed her away. She looked into his eyes. They were glowing, emerald green. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lightly worked her way to his neck with her fingertips.
“Stay with me, Ben,” she said softly. He blinked, and his eyes turned back to a flat green.
“Liz,” he whispered, pulling her in closer. She felt his dick hit her G-spot, and she grunted as she smiled. He placed his forehead against hers and began thrusting again, this time slower and more intimately.
They stayed with their foreheads and gazes locked as pleasure ran through her veins. Their lips parted and touched lightly as they breathed heavily. She saw his eyes begin to intensify as he thrust harder.
Right as she thought he would come, he picked her up again and moved her to the bedroom. He laid her down and leaned over her, one hand on her waist and another holding up his weight. He thrust slowly and deeply, maintaining eye contact.
She felt him grow inside her as he swelled, preparing to orgasm. He tightened his grip on her waist and groaned. She moaned his name loudly again as they climaxed together, bodies tensing and sticking together with sweat.
He looked down at her intensely and began to say something before closing his mouth. She was disappointed when he rolled over without uttering what he was thinking. She caught her breath and looked at him. She watched his chest rise and fall as he stared at the ceiling.
“That was amazing,” he said, looking at her and panting.
She grinned. “Yeah, it was.”
He stared at her and rolled to his side, his body’s contour perfectly illuminated by her lamp. He was so chiseled he could be a statue in a museum.
She felt a twinge of awkwardness hit her stomach. What did this mean? Where would they go from here? What was he thinking? As much as she wanted to interrogate him, she knew better.
And then the concern slipped away, completely forgotten for the moment. He wrapped his arm around her, nibbling on her neck. Liz swore she heard a sound coming from deep in his throat that sounded like a soft purr.
“We’re not done yet,” he assured her, and her skin heated again.
Chapter12
Ben
Tasting Liz was like tasting the fountain of eternal pleasure, sweet and succulent, unlike any experience he’d ever had with any other woman. He had gone to bed with many women in many different places, engaging in the dirtiest activities a person could fantasize about, but none of it compared to what being inside Elizabeth Savage felt like.
He wanted to lick her pussy for hours on end, edge her, and bring her to climax over and over until she forgot who she was.
He wanted her to forget that she had ever been courted by some intensely shy boys and to become a puddle of sensual juices in his hands as she whimpered his name like a long-lost prayer.
Usually, he’d had enough after he finished a few times with a woman. It would be an experience, a memory he would have stored in his mind for spank bank purposes, but nothing more. With Liz, he never wanted to leave her. He would abandon his entire future and spend the rest of his days in bed with her, his mouth and fingers studiously exploring every gorgeous crevice of her body.
It was a somewhat disturbing sentiment that made him feel like he had found God or some crap. But he let the thought dissipate each time he found her lips, her sleek pussy, or a part of her skin that he hadn’t caressed or touched.
They had already sucked and fucked several times all over her apartment, and her recovery time and appetite were insatiable. He retreated from her when his eyes anchored to hers, his stomach bursting like a cluster of butterflies had begun flaming inside him.
He had gone into her bathroom, his cock still hard as stone and erect, peering into the mirror. What the hell was going on? What in the hell was the woman doing to him? And why was he so willing to dive in over and over again?
“Ben,” she called to him from the bedroom.
Her voice was that of fatigue, but the slight tinge of a moan made his dick twitch. She was beyond sexy, transcending the word, the meaning, anything he could accurately isolate in his mind as sufficient to describe the lust and gravitational pull he was feeling between them.
Ben ran his hands through his hair, confused but longing. He heard Liz stagger to her feet, then softly knock on the bathroom door. Her voice sent chills up his spine, the caress of a jellyfish’s shock.
“Are you okay in there, baby?” she whispered. “I know this sounds silly, but I hope I didn’t hurt you. Though, I don’t think I’m even capable of that.”
