His voice held humor when he answered, “Nope.”
“Me either.”
“So we’re good?” It was his turn to ask, and I knew by the weight of it that the question concerned more than what we were currently discussing.
“I’m on the Pill, baby,” I told him.
“Noticed that, makin’ sure,” he replied on another squeeze. Then he asked, “You wanna clean up or you want me to do it?”
The idea of Benny doing it was intriguing, but I’d thoroughly explored something intriguing about Benny already and decided to partial out the goodness.
“I’ll do it.”
“Okay, honey.”
He kissed my neck and let me go.
I scrambled off the bed, nabbed his tee, and tugged it over my head on my way to the bathroom.
I took care of business and headed back to my room, finding Ben up against the headboard, still naked, legs slightly spread and cocked. Again, top-to-toe yummy, except this time yummier.
I entered the bed and directly climbed on Benny.
He didn’t delay in shoving his hands under his tee, sliding them over the small of my back before one went up my spine and one went down to cup my ass.
For my part, I put my hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
He smiled and did it huge, white and blinding.
Then he asked, “Seriously?”
I was absolutely being serious. His patience, guidance, and ability to turn me on and spur me on when I was embarrassed and formulating plans to barricade myself in the bathroom after badly attempting head the first time, I felt, deserved heartfelt gratitude communicated seriously.
Therefore, my “Yes, seriously” came out clipped.
“Babe,” he said, still grinning, putting pressure on his hand between my shoulder blades, pulling me down to him. When he got me where he wanted me, he stated, “You do know you’re thankin’ me for you givin’ me really fuckin’ great head.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way.
He kept going.
“Makin’ me so hot, it was either come in your mouth or fuck you on your knees.”
Shit, I’d just come and he again had me squirming.
His hand left my ass so he could wrap both arms around me and bring me even closer, trapping my hands against his chest.
“So goddamned hot.” His deep, easy voice was a rumble. “So fuckin’ wet when I got in there, don’t know how I held it, waitin’ for you to come.”
I licked my lips.
His eyes watched, they flared, and they came back to mine.
“You got off on that.” It was a declaration.
“Yeah.”
“All of it.”
“Yeah.”
“Came undone when I got rough with your hair.”
I did more squirming and repeated, “Yeah.”
His eyes got hot, even as they went lazy, and they dropped to my mouth as he warned, “It’s been good, baby, in a way I thought it was great. Now I know just what great you got in you. So prepare.”
My thighs clamped on his hips as the spasm ran through me.
His arms tightened and I read what he wanted, tipping my chin and offering my mouth.
He took it again, taking his time, slow, wet, and deep. Then he broke our connection but kept me close.
“You intend to feed me?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied, grinning, taking Ben’s hint that after-sex talk was over, and starting to make a move to get off him.
This move was unsuccessful since his arms kept tight hold and I looked back at him.
“You okay with me layin’ it out for your dad?”
I did the best shrug I could with Benny holding me. “You’re lookin’ out for me.”
He shook his head and repeated, “You okay with me layin’ it out for your dad?”
I was nearly as close as I could get, but I found my way to get closer to him and said quietly, “Yeah, Benny, ’cause you were lookin’ out for me. That was insane, totally messed up, but I wouldn’t have had it in me to show him the door. I needed you to do that for me. You did it for me. So yes, honey, I’m okay with you layin’ it out for my dad. And, better, I’m okay ’cause he’s not the kind of man who would court a scene like that again, so it’s likely I won’t have to endure another one.” I reached up and touched my lips to his, pulling back and finishing, “Because of you. So not only am I okay, I’ll say thank you, baby.”
He slid a hand out of his tee and lifted it to pull my hair away from one side of my face, his eyes watching his hand, then moving over my features.
“Benny?” I called when he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just let his eyes roam over me.
When I did, his gaze came to mine. “Crazy-beautiful,” he whispered and my heart lurched.