Seduced by a Shifter(53)

It quickly became apparent that either her orgasm hadn’t satisfied her as much as she’d thought or her craving for this man knew no bounds. She was going with the latter as those long, liquid pulls of desire began to coil low in her belly. As if sensing the exact moment Willow was ready for more, she felt his erection prodding the entrance to her body. Instinctively she clenched.

When Ben made no further movement, she peeked up at him and at the agonized look on his face. “Do you want this?” he asked.

If Willow said no, she knew he would somehow find the strength to walk away from her, because that’s who he was. He was as noble as he was smart and sexy and gorgeous. And she so did not want him to walk away from her. The fierce need to have him so deep inside her body she wouldn’t know where she ended and he began was too powerful to ignore.

Reaching up, she tunneled her fingers through his hair. She loved his hair, and his eyes. And his nobility. And his heart. “I do. Very much. It’s just...Ben...”

Mistaking her use of his name for a verb, he kissed her, softly, sweetly. “Been awhile?”

Willow didn’t correct him. “You have no idea.”

His forearms rested on either side of her head and he continued to kiss her, his hips moving as he guided his cock through her wet folds, gliding over her sensitive clit with each pass. Soon her own hips started to rise.

“I think I’m ready,” she gasped.

A low chuckle tickled her ear. “You sure? ‘Cause I can do this all night.”

Grasping a fistful of his hair, she yanked. “You’re messing with me.”

“I’m playing with you.”

Even as he said that she felt the broad tip of him part her folds. His mouth was back on hers, a deep, hungry kiss as he breached her body, then pulled back, but not out. Another soft thrust and he was in another inch. He pulled back and plunged in, the engorged head of his cock tunneling and gliding over the sensitive tissue until he was forced to stop by the tight clasp of her body.

Willow could feel the sweat dripping from his body and knew he was holding onto his control by the skin of his teeth, trying not to hurt her. But he was so big, she didn’t know if that was possible. “You’re so tight, Will. So hot and tight. Shit.”

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It didn’t feel pleasurable. At all. While it didn’t quite hurt, she was uncomfortable. She felt too stretched, too swollen, and Ben seemed to be in some kind of pain. “I’m sorry.”

He bit her lightly on her shoulder. “Never be sorry with me. Let’s try this.”

Sitting up, he spread her legs wider, holding them out and up over his arms causing her hips to tilt up. The new angle allowed each drive of his hips to inch him further inside the humid clasp of her sheath. With another powerful thrust he was lodged to the hilt. “Oh, Christ, Will.” Ben hissed, head back, the strong cords in his neck standing out in sharp relief in the dim lighting. “I’m in you. I’m in you.”

She could feel that, could actually feel him pulsing in her body, amazed that not only had he fit, but that it no longer felt as uncomfortable. She felt full, tingly. And she needed something.

Before she could figure out how to tell him what she wanted, Ben began to move, easing out in a tortuously slow withdrawal, only to slide back in the same way. He did it over and over until Willow dug her nails into his wrists, the only part of him she could reach. “Faster,” she demanded.

He bent his head to lay a kiss on the back of her hand, humming his approval. “Your wish, my command.” Then he began to move.

Each heavy plunge dragged his cock over swollen tissue, the rapid pace creating a friction over delicate muscles that tightened around him. “That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock. Like that. Oh that’s so good.” He continued to praise her, filling her head with naughty ideas and ways to please him. The erotic images burned bright enough to singe her flesh pushing her ever closer to the edge of bliss. Every part of her strained for something she couldn’t quite touch.

He shifted to stand, still straddling the bench, his arms locked around her thighs. Experienced fingers parted her outer folds wide giving him access to her throbbing clit. Before she needed a gentle touch; now she needed harder.

She felt herself start to go under as his fingers busied themselves on the bundled knot of nerves, providing the firm pressure she craved in sure strokes while impaling himself again and again.

“Oh God.” She was going to die. She was really, seriously going to die.

Then Ben did something amazing with his hips, a circular grinding of his groin and she detonated. Every muscle tightened, taut to the point of snapping as her orgasm poured out, starting from deep within her body and jettisoning out to electrify her extremities. Bright lights winked behind her closed eyelids.