He put on a condom before moving over her once again, kissing her shoulder blades, her spine, petting her legs as he positioned her how he wanted her. “Perfect.”
She expected him to enter her. Craved to be filled by his thick heat. What she felt was his mouth. “Oh. Ahhh.”
Spreading her soaking folds, he began to taste her in slow, hot strokes, his tongue a steady, decadent touch. He teased her throbbing clit with soft flicks of his tongue, pushing her to the edge of sanity. Then he replaced his tongue with his fingers, still too gentle a touch to do more than want to bang her head on the floor in desperate need.
“You’re so wet, baby. Gloriously wet. All for me.” She let out a squawk of surprise when she felt him delve inside with his tongue. Hard and thick, he dove in deep to lick at the tiny muscles that instinctively clenched around the soft intrusion, seeking the friction that would ease the terrible ache in her belly.
Her hips rocked back, tremors shaking her body. “Ben.” It was a plea to stop. A plea for more.
“You want me inside you? Hmmm? Filling your sweet pussy?” He punctuated his words with more lascivious licks of his tongue.
His dirty talk would be the death of her. “Yes. Inside me. Now.” It was a demand, easy to say when she was nothing more than a firestorm of raging need.
A very male chuckle. “That’s my girl.” He shifted behind her, one hand gripping her hip. Then she felt the tip of him penetrate her body, her sigh of relief as palpable as his touch. Her body stretched, easier this time, as he filled her in long, slow thrusts.
“That’s it.” He praised her. “That’s so good.” His other hand curled over her other hip. “Hold on.”
That was all the warning she got before he starting taking her, hard, hot. Skin slapped against skin as he pounded into her, a dominate taking that had no comparison. Willow could do nothing but grip the blanket in both hands and hold on for the wildest ride of her life.
“Mine.” Ben snarled the word, his hand a stamp of ownership as he stroked her back from nap to butt and back again.
Her hips bucked back to meet his thrusts. “There. Don’t stop.” His next thrust went so deep she felt it echo through her very being. Her arms trembled, her head falling forward as the tension in her belly tightened, tightened. With a sudden snap it sprang free, her lips parting on a scream as she came so hard every muscle in her body spasmed and shook. Even her toes curled at the strength of her release.
As she sank to her torso, Ben crouched back over her, his mouth a fervent clamp on her shoulder as he plunged deep several more times before stiffening and shouting with his release.
Still joined, they tumbled onto the blanket together, drunk and sated from pleasure.
Chapter Twenty
Willow peeled open one eye and stared into the red numbers of the clock on the nightstand. Three fifty-eight a.m. She’d been asleep less than an hour, thanks to Ben’s insatiable appetite.
Her lips curved at the memory. After they’d napped in front of the fire they made love again. And again. They’d made their way to the bedroom when the fire died, where Ben proceeded to show her just how much he wanted her.
When she’d had enough and didn’t think she could ever come again, she’d begged him to stop. He’d rained tender kisses all over her face, praising her, and she’d slipped into unconsciousness.
But now she was awake, and thirsty.
Cautiously she edged to the side of the bed and slid free from the covers, not wanting to wake Ben. Thick carpet kept her feet from freezing once they hit the floor, but it didn’t do much for the rest of her naked body. Her clothes were in the other roomshe would not be embarrassed—so she unearthed her second set of sweats from the hamper, glancing at the bed as she dressed.
Ben wasn’t in it.
Brow creased, she straightened and finished tugging on the clothes. The cabin was quiet. Not a creak or groan or even the sound of steps to be heard. Chest tight with disappointment, she walked to the window and lifted the shade. Bright moonlight displayed Ben’s truck, now covered with a light dusting of new snow. He hadn’t left!
Then were is he? She made her way into the kitchen utilizing the scenic route, checking all the other rooms for Ben. Nada.
Not bothering with overhead lights as the scattered nightlights, one in every room, illuminated her pathway well enough, she stepped to the kitchen and got out a glass from an upper cabinet. It was as she turned to open the fridge she heard something other her worried thoughts.
A voice. Then a soft male chuckle.
Thinking Ben must be outside speaking with either Scott or Joe, or both, Willow made her way to the window overlooking the porch. Instead of lifting the shade she used a finger to edge the side of the honeycombed fabric away from the wall and peeked through the little gap.