“And that’s a problem…why?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Huh-uh. Try again.”
“My head gets fuzzy. It makes me…”
“Lose control. Guess what? That’s exactly what I’m tryin’ to do. Because control is mine, not yours.”
Ben slid his hand between her legs. Swirling his middle finger in her juices and following the seam of her sex up to her clit. He rubbed the tiny nub until it plumped, her escalating moans urging him on. Then he went in for the kill, suctioning his mouth to her throat as he shoved two fingers into her wet pu**y.
Her body jerked like she’d stepped on a live wire.
He felt the vibration of her scream beneath his lips and a jolt of male satisfaction hardened his dick. She was so damn responsive. He imagined spending all night teasing her, driving her to the pinnacle and then kicking her over the edge. Some other time, since he was chomping at the bit to f**k her.
When the tension left her body, he donned a condom. He untied her legs and kneaded her calves. “Any numbness?”
“No.”
Releasing the straps, he perched on the edge of the bench. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs straight up and placed her ankles on his shoulders. When he widened his knees, her pu**y and her ass**le rested against the base of his cock. He twisted his hips, grinding his c**k against those hot spots.
She pressed into him for more friction and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Eyes open,” he said curtly, waiting until she complied. Then he gradually fed his c**k into her, until he was buried to his balls.
“See how I’ve positioned you? So I can f**k you as deep as possible? So you can’t touch me? So you can’t touch yourself? You are totally at my mercy. Your body, your pleasure all belongs to me.”
Tight, wet warmth surrounded his shaft. “Squeeze my c**k with those cunt muscles as I pull out.” The increased pressure around his dick felt amazing. “Again.”
After the third time, her surprised, “Yes, more,” as he withdrew made him grab a handful of ass and hike her pelvis higher. No easing in—he bottomed out on the first thrust.
She arched hard, and turned her head with a drawn out moan.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
A bit of defiance showed in those hazel depths when she looked at him.
He answered her unspoken question. “Why? Because I want you to see who’s f**king you. Who’s making you cry out. I want you to see who’s in charge.” Ben plunged into her again.
Moisture trickled down his spine. Her chest turned slick with a sheen of sweat. Her breathing became labored. When he kicked up the pace, he wanted to come so bad his balls f**king hurt.
“Are you ready to come, Angel?”
“Touch me. I can’t—”
“You will come. Without me touching your clit. Without kisses or whispers in your ear. Without me suckling your ni**les or biting on your neck.” Right after he said that, goose bumps covered her skin. “But you love the thought of that, don’t you? Me sucking on those hot spots that make you tremble. Make you scream.”
Ben pulled out halfway to stroke his cockhead against her inner pu**y walls. “Arch your lower back.” He rocked that G-spot, squeezing his fingers at the root of his shaft into a makeshift c**k ring. He felt her body go rigid from neck to chest to belly to legs in anticipation of the orgasm. He rasped out, “Bear down.”
She unraveled. Her muscles spasmed around his c**k and a long, low pitched wail distorted the air, competing with his grunting breaths and the hard grinding of his teeth.
When the last pulse faded, he unleashed his control and f**ked her without pause. Each stroke bringing him closer…and closer. He roared when his balls emptied, each pulse better, hotter than the one before. “Fuck. Fuck!” He closed his eyes and let go.
A cramp tightened his palms. The sexual fog lifted from his brain and he opened his eyes. Ben glanced down, seeing he still had a death grip on her butt. He moved his hands to circle her ankles, resting above his shoulders. Keeping his gaze on hers, he kissed the inside of her calf.
The hazy look of pleasure had softened her face. Although she deserved a break, he couldn’t allow that. He needed to keep her in the post-orgasmic state a little longer.
Ben carefully set her feet on the floor. He ditched the condom and knelt by the bench. While he untied her arms, he fed her sweet kisses and murmured against her skin, until she released a contented female purr.
He tilted her head back and peered into her sex-sated eyes.
“Get on the bed, Angel. We’re not done.”
Chapter Seven
Ainsley blinked at him. “What?”
“Get on the bed. Now.”
Okay, so there wasn’t after sex cuddling. But it’d be hard to complain after Bennett had thoroughly rocked her world.
Three times.
Talk about a rush, a total mind blower, how completely freeing it was to be tied up. Not to have to worry where to put her hands on his body. Or if she should be touching him more. Or mirroring the way he touched her. Or if she’d lose it when he found her sensitive spots. Which he had. In record time. Oh boy, she couldn’t believe she’d come so hard just by him—
“Angel,” Bennett said sharply. “Are you listening to me?”
His handsome face swam into view. She smiled dreamily. “You are so good looking. Even when you scowl. I just want to lick you all over.” She touched the deep cleft in his chin and swayed closer to him. “Would you let me lick you here?”
Strong fingers circled her biceps. He studied her face, a cross between delight and pride dancing in his blue eyes. “Christ. You really are sex drunk.”
“If I’m sex drunk, it’s your fault.”
Bennett bestowed that heart-stopping smile. “Oh, I’ll definitely take all the credit,” and gently pushed her onto the bed.
She flopped back with a sigh, staring at the gossamer fabric rippling on the canopy above her. She felt like that fabric. Light. Floaty. Beautiful. Her skin tingled. Her pu**y throbbed. And she absolutely didn’t give a rip she was bare-naked with a man she hardly knew. The hottest man she’d ever been with. With the biggest dick she’d ever encountered. How would she ever get that thing in her mouth?
His amused face hung above her. “So that’s what you’re thinking about? How you’ll fit my dick in your mouth?”
“I said that out loud?”
“Yep. It will fill you up. Guaranteed. It’ll be fun helping you bone up on your deep-throating skills.” He pulled her to a sitting position. “Gimme your foot so I can take off these ankle-breaking shoes.”