Page 16 of Prairie Sky

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Ever’s core pulsed with need as Ben admired her with lust and appreciation in his eyes. She reached to him and started unbuttoning his shirt, hands quivering with desire. Sliding his shirt down over his large strong shoulders and arms, her fingertips explored the hard angles of his upper body. The taut skin, like steel under her touch. He is so beautiful, she marveled. All hot tanned skin. Her fingers continued their exploration running over the ridges of his stomach tracing the line of hair disappearing into his jeans. Trying to steady her breath, she reached for his belt buckle and undid it slowly, looking up at him through her long lashes. He met her with a look of pure need melting any lingering resolve she had left. She dragged the belt away and released the button on his jeans. Feeling his hard length pushing at the front of his jeans, she slowly unzipped him, letting her fingers tease the waistband slowly and deliberately. He groaned and took over, slowly moving his jeans over his hips and down his muscular thighs to reveal his black boxer briefs. She smiled in appreciation at the large ridge between them and licked her lips, stoking the fire already blazing in his eyes.

Lightly pushing him to sit on the bed, she knelt to pull off his boots and free his legs from his jeans. He watched her every movement. Still on her knees, she came up running her hands over his thick thighs, making his muscles tense and twitch under her hands. Returning to her feet, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Now exposed to him, he took her in, and looked up at her in awe, meeting her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his hands resting on her waist.

She smiled at him and leaned down kissing him softly but reverently. Releasing their kiss, she hooked her fingers in the sides of her underwear and slowly slid them over her hips and down her long legs, his eyes scorching a path down her body. Standing in front of him now, fully naked, her body and soul fully exposed to him, she never felt more beautiful, empowered, or desired. “Touch me,” she whispered, meeting his lustful gaze. “I need your hands on me.”

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Ben felt the pure need in her words, and he rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her bare back, her skin like silk to his touch. Swooping her into his arms, she gasped in surprise, and he smiled. Laying her out on the bed, he took a moment to take in her body with reverence. I cannot believe she is here with me, he thought. Stunning. Sliding over the length of her completely, he hovered his hot and heavy body over hers. “I want to worship you Ever.”

“Please,” she begged; her voice was shaky with need.

Pulling himself up to his knees straddling her body, he leaned over, capturing her lips with his in a sensual kiss, his tongue making love to her mouth. Letting his lips roam from her mouth down to her breasts peaked and ready for him, he sucked one into his mouth, making her moan out her approval. Running her hands through his hair, tugging and pulling, he devoured her breasts with fervent attention. Continuing his exploration south, he kissed down her stomach, making her pant, her body begging for more. Reaching the apex of her thighs, he caught her hungry gaze as he climbed off the bed and dropped to his knees. Pulling her to the edge, she let her knees fall open for him and he admired her, glistening, wet and rosy.

“I want to taste you, sweetheart,” he confessed, lowering his head between her thighs, and sliding his tongue through her soft folds.

“Ben,” Ever whimpered, lifting her hips off the bed.

Pulling her closer to him, he continued to lick, suck, and lap up every drop of her arousal till she was writhing under his ministrations. Sliding a finger into the molten heat of her body, he felt her muscles clench around it as he pumped in and out of her, his tongue lavishing attention on the bundle of nerves making her cry out in release. Trembling with pleasure, the aftershocks of her release rippling through her, she reached for him. Covering her body with his, he took in her flushed, hazy with lust face and smiled. “That was beautiful, Ever.”

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Still shaking from her orgasm, heady desire flooding her senses, she brought him in for a searing kiss, tasting her desire on his lips. It was hopelessly sexy, and she wanted more of him. All of him.

Flipping him onto his back, she climbed onto him, straddling his legs. Running her fingers over his chest and stomach, making his muscles twitch with her touch, she ran her fingers past the waistband of his briefs, teasing him.

“Take them off.” He ordered with a growl, urgency in his tone as he lifted his hips to help her.

Obeying his command, she climbed off him and slowly eased his briefs down over his hips and thighs, then off, tossing them aside. Unrestrained, her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was as large and beautiful as the rest of him. Solid as steel and powerful looking. She bit her bottom lip, giving him a look of lusty appreciation.

“You are wicked,” he commented, a deep growl escaping his throat.

Darting her tongue out to wet her lips, she huskily confessed. “I want to make you feel good.”

Raising up on his elbows, he watched as she ran her tongue up the length of him, circling the head with her tongue, capturing the beginnings of his arousal dripping down the underside. Her hand running up and down his length, she took him in her warm mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. He growled almost feral as she circled the head with her tongue, teasing him. He tasted musky, manly, and delicious. The sounds she elicited from him fuelling her own desire. It was heady and so hot she felt herself get wetter with each guttural sound.

“I want to be inside you, sweetheart,” he growled.

She released him, still teasing him with long strokes.

“Protection?” she asked, her voice coming out breathless.

“My pocket,” he rasped out huskily.

She climbed off him, finding his jeans on the floor, dug into his pocket, and pulled out the foil packet. Climbing back on top of him, she opened the packet, sliding the condom on his length, making him twitch in anticipation.

Straddling him again, she leaned down kissing him passionately while she ground her wetness over his erection.

“I want you now,” he pleaded, his eyes dark and wanton.

Lifting her hips up, she positioned him at her entrance, then sank down slowly onto his solid steel. A gasp followed by a throaty moan escaped her. The size of him stretched her in painful pleasure as he filled her inch by glorious inch, making her feel impossibly full, yet somehow, as she adjusted to him, a perfect fit. She met his eyes and noticed a look of worry on his face. “You feel perfect, Bear. I promise.”

His eyes softened, and he smiled as she rocked on top of him. The friction, exquisite.

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