Swallowing his moan, she did it again, amazed at how something so hard could feel so soft.
When air became a necessity she did the only thing she could think of. She bit his bottom lip, pushing at his chest until he stood straight. He ran an angry hand through his hair. “Shit! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Distracted by the feel of him in her hands, she murmured, “For what?” before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the head of his shaft. He froze at the contact. Tentatively, she opened her mouth, touching the hot flesh with her tongue. A shudder went through his big body, giving her the courage to glide her tongue over the pulsing vein that ran from root to tip.
“Will.” Her name. That was all he said when he oh-so-carefully laid one hand on the side of her head.
Opening her mouth again, she took him inside, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. His taste was different here, stronger, headier. She tightened her hand on the base of his penis, stroking him as she suckled and laved him with her mouth. When her teeth accidentally grazed him, he jerked. She pulled back quickly and peered up at him. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
His eyes were half-closed, sleepy, but the burning fire that sparked his eyes told another story. “Only in the best possible way.” In a show of his masculine strength, he lifted her to her feet on the bench. It put her chest at his eye-level. “But I don’t want to come in your mouth, baby. Not this time.”
He lifted the hem of herT-shirt and nuzzled her belly. Taking the hint, Willow yanked the top off as Ben reached around to undo her bra. Once that was flung to the side, he helped himself to her breasts, and she let out her own moan, gripping his hair as he played with her, flicking her nipple with his tongue before pressing it to the roof of his mouth and sucking hard enough that her knees wobbled at the pleasure coursing through her. Only the arm banded around her waist kept her upright.
As his lips moved to her other breast, he nudged off her shoes with his free hand. Then he eased down her sweatpants and underwear, all in the same smooth motion. His hand traced over her thigh, her anticipation building as he moved closer to her sex with each stroke. Finally, just when she thought she might have to kill him, Ben brushed his thumb over the wet folds of her sex.
“Fuck, yeah. You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He eased one long finger inside her. “So tight and wet. You make me feel like a god.”
Her legs moved further apart on their own, simply because Willow had no brain power left to control anything. If she had, she might have been embarrassed at her body’s reaction, the way her arousal coated his stroking finger, how her hips bucked of their own accord from his erotic touch. “Please.”
He kissed her ribs, her waist, over her belly were she felt teeth graze the quivering flesh. “Please what, Will?”
Bastard. How quickly the tables turned. Two minutes ago she felt all-powerful at the way Ben shook under her touch, now she was the one shaking and begging. If he didn’t give her what she desperately needed, she might end up in jail. “I need...” Her whisper ended on a relieved gasp as he added another finger, plunging deep inside her, stretching delicate tissue. Her inner muscles tightened around him, holding him prisoner.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fingers as you ride. It’s so fucking hot.”
A helpless groan escaped. She didn’t know if she was in hell or heaven, his naughty words only increasing the unrelenting tension burning her body from the inside out. Her breathing came in harsh pants, her lungs unable to fill as she struggled for a release that seemed just beyond her reach. She needed him to touch her—
There!
What might have started as a whimper of dismay turned into a choked sob of relief when Ben wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled her like his favorite hard candy. Her orgasm burst through her body in a glorious array of sparkling colors. Even as the waves gentled, she felt herself being moved, laid on her back on the bench.
“Lift up.” Too sated to argue, she lifted up while Ben lay something soft under her body. She heard the crinkle of foil and knew he was putting on a condom. She knew with a mix of fear and excitement what was going to happen next.
Ben straddled the bench, lifting her legs so they splayed out over his thighs. Then he was kissing her temple, whispering to her how sexy she was, how beautiful. His lips nuzzled her neck, her throat, before moving down to the soft swell of her breasts. She’d expected him to go right at her, not take the time to rekindle her desire. She began to relax, letting his mouth, the hand petting and stroking her thigh, his very busy yet gentle thumb on her sensitive clit, do their magic.