Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(71)

His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. It might not be noticeable to anyone else, but I've learned him intimately enough to pick up subtle changes. I hit a nerve with my failure comment. I think back on the day he introduced me to Charlie, how terrified I was of failure too. Blake's reassurance that he'll be next to me no matter what was exactly what I needed. It strikes me that on some level everyone needs this, reassurance that even if we fail and we're stripped bare of our successes, the person at our side will still respect us, love us.

"And I want you to know that you don't have to always be in a fun, strong, or seductive mode for me. It's safe to show me your vulnerable side too." I drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I promise I won't tell. You're my knight even when your armor's pierced."

"Yeah?"

He peppers kisses up and down my neck, nipping at my skin. Lowering his hands to my ass, he pulls me closer to him until our groins touch.

"I need you, Clara."

"I'm yours. Whatever you need."

My pulse skitters as Blake kisses me. He does nothing else except kiss me, and yet desire pools between my legs. Then he leads me to the bedroom, pushes me on my back on the bed, lying next to me. In the light streaming from above, I have a clear view of the desire etched on his features. He pushes down my skirt, and I make quick work of undoing the buttons of my blouse. Thong and bra go next, and then I'm naked in front of him.

Discarding his clothes, he pulls out a condom, gloving up. I am turned on just from watching him. Won't volunteer the fact out loud, but the man would make an excellent stripper.

I'm reminded of a feline on the prowl, shoulders moving in a rippling pattern as he moves on the bed. His eyes lock on my center.

"Beautiful, you're so ready for me, and I haven't even touched you."

Licking my lips, I part my legs wider. He moves between them.

"Put your hands under your knees. Lift your legs."

Heat trickles down my inner thighs at his command. Oh my. Lying on my back, I place my fingers behind my knees, lifting one leg, then the other.

He settles between my open legs, my calves rubbing against his granite forearms. A shudder courses through me when he slides his crown up and down my folds, coating himself in my arousal. He pushes in, just an inch, and it's like he lights a fire inside me.

"Pull your legs closer up."

He slides in at the same time I move my legs, and-

OhGod OhGod OhGod...The angle changes the closer I bring my thighs to my torso, and the deeper I take him in. 

When he's inside me to the base, his balls slap along the crack between my ass cheeks, making my legs quiver. Pleasure strums through me, sharp and unexpected.

"You like this, Clara?"

"I love it. Please move."

Since my legs are suspended, I can't move myself, or I'd be rocking against him. He smiles wickedly, and I realize how completely he owns me right now. My pleasure is all in his power. Slowly, he rocks in and out, and I moan in relief.

Keeping his hands at the base of my inner thighs, Blake loves me deeper and more urgently by the second. Each time I think my bliss can't ratchet any higher, he proves me wrong. I feel on display more than physically right now. No one's ever known me the way Blake does: intimately, sentimentally, in all ways. When an unbearable pressure takes hold of my lower body, I need to touch my clit more than I need my next breath. I let go of one leg-

"Don't move your hands."

"Then touch my clit, please. Blake, I need this so badly," I pant, the force of his thrusts no longer bringing me pleasure, but more intense longing. I desperately crave my release. Blake brings one hand to twist one nipple lightly, then the other. My breasts move with each thrust, and as a drop of sweat from his forehead lands above my navel, he lowers his hand to my clit. I spoke too soon-

He circles his thumb around my clit. Oh, God no. I can't take more build-up. Every breath comes out shaky. My entire body quivers.

"I need to come Blake, please."

"I like hearing you beg."

He strokes directly over my clit once, and I erupt. Blake leans over me, covering my mouth with his, intertwining his fingers with mine. I come so hard I nearly fade out, but I cling to this moment for dear life because I don't want to miss even one second of this incredible closeness, and I want to watch Blake come. As he pulls away from my mouth, his handsome face contorts with pleasure, a blue vein bulging along his throat. I press my heels against his ass on every thrust.

When I feel him widen inside me, I push myself up a tad, kissing him, muffling the sound of his climax like he did to me seconds ago, keeping my eyes open and soaking in all the goodness of this moment.

After he removes the condom and we clean ourselves, we lie in bed on our sides, watching each other.