Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(43)

"Your turn."

"But I wasn't done."

"If you continue, I'll lose control, and I promised I'd take my time. I don't break my promises.

He lays me on my back, climbing over me, and sweet heavens, the things he does to me. His mouth is everywhere, as are his hands. On my breasts, sucking my nipples-twisting my them, just enough that there is no pain, just pleasure. He descends all the way to my navel, then lower still, completely ignoring my soaked slit. The bastard. He makes it all the way down to my ankles before going back up, kissing inch by inch. I'm ready to break out of my skin, but I can tell he isn't done.

He's right above me when he commands, "Turn over."

I'm so turned on and I trust him so deeply that I do as he says the very next second, fighting the age-old fear of rejection, drowning the self-doubt. I'm completely still as I lie on my stomach, listening.

I'm waiting for him to say something, but instead he does something completely different. He kisses me right there, on that skin that is proof of less happier years. The only part of me I felt compelled to keep out of sight. He touches and kisses, and not only accepts that part of me but embraces it. Soon he moves to other parts, and as he kisses up my spine, my limbs relax, every last wisp of nervousness melting.



       
         
       
        

He pulls away, parting my legs. Anticipation courses through me, and I turn slightly so I can see what he's up to.

"Don't turn. Don't look. Just feel." His voice is so strong and commanding; it sends a white-hot tingle right to my clit. I rest my head back on the pillow, simply giving in to him.

Blake parts my thighs wide, settles between them. He splays his hands on my butt, his thumbs pressing my folds together, his fingers pushing my ass cheeks together. When he swipes his tongue long and hard across the crack, my legs stiffen and my tummy contracts. I press my forehead against the pillow, breathing in through my nose. Then he parts my folds and ass cheeks, licking the space in between.

"Blaaaaaaaaaaaake." Pleasure radiates through me like a shock to my system. It's unlike anything I've felt before. He moves his hands under my pelvis, lifting me slightly so he can kiss better. With every swipe of his tongue, he brings me closer to the edge, until it feels like every nerve ending in my body is wired to my clit.

I realize I pushed the pillow away at some point and am now pressing my forehead against the mattress, fisting the bedsheet. I've never been on display like this. The sheer intimacy of this is too much. I'm going to implode if he doesn't fill me soon. The need, the ache for him is unbearable.

"Blake, please."

"I need to get you wet and ready, Clara."

The ache intensifies upon hearing his voice. It's in a lower octave than usual, husky and primal.

"I am ready! Please. I need you inside me."

I'm relieved when the mattress shifts.

"Condom," he says on a groan, in a tone that clearly indicates he forgot to bring any.

I have a small pack-housewarming gift from Penny. I reach for the nightstand, opening the drawer and retrieving the package, which I then hand to him.

I tremble with anticipation while I hear him rip it open, then the softer sound indicating he's rolling on the condom.

Then he lounges over me, propping his knees on the outside of my thighs, pressing my legs together. The tip of his erection is pressing up and down my entrance, and if I thought the ache was unbearable before, it's killing me now. If I could part my legs, he'd slide right into me, but I can't because his granite thighs are pressing mine together. He has the control. It's delicious and terrifying at the same time.

When he finally pushes just the tip inside me, I hold my breath. Then he slides in, inch by inch, and I let out a loud, guttural moan. He feels amazing inside me. Amazing and huge, and he isn't even all in.

"Oh God!" Blake stills, breathing against the back of my neck. And then he pushes all the way in, and all my muscles contract. 

"You're so snug and warm. You feel amazing, Clara."

My heart soars. I want this to be as out-of-this-world good for him as it is for me. He slides in and out, with measured strokes. Every time he pulls back, I feel a sense of loss, but he quickly pushes back in, filling me again. I close my eyes, overcome by sensation. Blake intertwines one hand with mine and slides the other one between me and the mattress, finding my tender spot. A sound between a moan and a whimper escapes my lips as tremors take over my entire body. I succumb to all the sinful sensations as our frantic breaths and cries fill the room. Blake moves furiously now, pinning me against the mattress, and I'm soaking in all his passion and desire.