Page 72 of The One I Left Behind

“I wasn’t looking to make you cry.”

I chuckle, batting more away. “I know. I just… I love you so much.”

He rushes to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and his lips falling to mine. Our tongues tangle, and I climb up his body, his hands finding my ass.

“God, I love you.” He casts small kisses along my neck.

“Me too.” I can’t get close enough to him. “I need you.”

He chuckles, walking us somewhere, but I’m too busy kissing every inch of his face and neck. He lowers my feet to the ground, his hands resting on my hips, and stares down at me before he brushes my neck and shoulders with kisses. Shivers run up my spine, and a moan slips out of me.

He reaches around me, his fingers manipulating the zipper of my dress. His hands crawl up my back, taking the sleeves of my dress down each arm, one at a time. “I’ve wanted to see this dress on the ground since I picked you up.”

The dress drops around my feet, revealing my pale pink bra and matching underwear. His fingers unclasp my bra, and the lacy fabric joins my dress.

He continues to kiss my collarbone, his lips trailing down my body before stopping at my breasts. He cups one in his palm while his mouth takes the other one. His tongue flicks the nipple of one while his thumb runs circles with the other.

I’m in sensory overload. It’s been too long.

“You’re perfection,” he whispers. He leaves my breasts too soon and falls to his knees, his hands resting on my hips, pulling me to him. He runs his knuckles down the front of my silk thong, and I gasp. “So wet. So ready for me.”

Reaching down, he takes off my shoes one at a time, and my feet land on the soft blankets he’s laid out.

“Lie down for me.”

I get down on the plush surface, laying my head on the pillows.

He slips off his shoes but remains dressed.

“What about you?” I ask.

“Not yet.” I whimper as Ben’s hands slide up my legs, inching toward my center. He pushes my panties aside and runs a finger along my slickness. “I’ve missed this. How wet you get for me.”

My back arches from his touch. When he lies down, his lips run up my thighs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong, and I inch off the blanket, allowing him to slip the fabric down my legs.

He nestles between my thighs, first inhaling, then he plays with me using his fingers. I was already on the brink of an orgasm, and when he buries his fingers inside me, I cry out. My hands fall to my sides, clenching the blanket. I rock against his hand, and he sucks my clit into his hot mouth, his tongue circling the nub and setting off a magnitude of sensations that bring me right to the cusp.

He adds another finger, and I meet the push of his fingers with the thrust of my hips.

“I’m going to come,” I pant, a wave of pleasure overtaking my body.

Ben doesn’t relent, his fingers wrecking me until I’m a tight ball of blissed-out mess. His teeth graze my clit, and I tip over the edge he so expertly brought me to.

My entire body bolts off the blanket, my hands reaching for him. I say his name again, but this time my tone is soft and loving. I’ve missed him so much.

He slides up my body, leaving a path of wetness from his kisses until he’s completely over me. His lips take mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.

“You have too many clothes.” I grasp at his shirt, and he reaches back, tearing it off his body. “I need you inside me.”

His lips leave my skin, and he sits up and unbuckles his pants, then stands to shed both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, giving me a gorgeous view of his naked body with the trees as a backdrop.

I move to my knees, but Ben shakes his head and lowers his body over mine. His dick runs along my opening as he reaches under the pillow, pulling out a condom. Needing more, desperately seeking friction, I circle my hips, and he growls.

“You do that, and Clayton’s going to have a baby brother or sister,” he says, sitting up on his knees.

I rise to my elbows, watching him slide the condom down his length.

Then he’s over me again and plunges into me, sinking in fully while a strangled sound rushes out of his lungs. “Fuck, Gill. How did I ever go this long without you?”

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