Page 36 of Home to Me

As he worked those hard peaks of pleasure over and over with his tongue, he trailed his fingertips up and down her sides, featherlight, sending waves of heat crashing through her belly, making her ache for more.

She wanted him. She wanted him like she'd never wanted any man before. No other man had ever made her abandon her senses like this. No other man had ever made her feel comfortable with giving up control of the encounter like Ben was, right here and right now. No man had ever made her feel so safe, so protected, so completely and thoroughly taken care of. Only Ben.

How was that possible when she objectively didn't even like the guy that much?

She threw her head back as another burst of ecstasy exploded within her as a result of Ben's magic hands and tongue.

Well, maybe figuring out the hows and whys isn't actually as important as just enjoying the ride.

Whoa.

Another huge one-eighty for her.

Ben ratcheted the heat in the room up another notch by slipping his hand, again in one swift motion, under her silk boxer shorts and thin, lace panties. He began to stroke her sensitive folds up and down while continuing to lick and suckle her nipples with his mouth.

Lauren didn't even have to search her memory to know that she had never felt this much fire, this much passion, this much heat, this much urgency in any sexual encounter in her entire life. She just wasn't the kind of person who felt things like overwhelming heat or passion; it just wasn't part of her nature.

That's what she thought anyway—until Ben.

Ben's fingers continued to stroke her, moving even faster and more expertly as her fervor rose. She began to buck her hips, rising up to meet his fingers, matching the pace of his hand stroke for stroke. She could feel herself building towards a climax.

Normally, if this encounter were with anyone else, she would've taken control of the rhythm and the pace of it. She would've said, “No, slow down. I don't want to come this early.” She would've pulled his hand away. She would've told him exactly what to do. In short, she would've controlled everything.

With Ben, it was different. With Ben, she trusted him enough to know her body and know his and move their passion along at the rate that would bring the most pleasure to both of them.

Lauren felt, low in her belly, the telltale sensations that told her that she was getting very close to an orgasm, that within a second or two she was going to start climbing the mountain, that there would be no turning back after that.

The instant before that inexorable process began, Ben pulled his hand up and rose up onto his hands and knees, looking into her eyes.

He smiled mischievously then lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her sweetly.

“You didn't think I was going to let you come so soon did you?” he asked playfully. “Now what fun would that be?”

Lauren laughed, her voice raspy because of the lust that was clutching at her throat. She pressed against him, kissing him softly.

“You couldn’t have said a more perfect thing,” she whispered in his ear.

Then he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her firmly to him as he quickly flipped over onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was now straddling him. Lauren took full advantage of the position. She kissed him lightly, letting her hands explore every inch of his chiseled chest, the beautifully defined muscles of his arms and shoulders, and the gorgeous, rippling musculature of his torso.

Since she was straddling his pelvis, she was more than well aware of his protruding arousal. She could feel his manhood pulsing against her core, growing harder with each kiss and featherlight touch.

With every swell of his erection she felt between them, she became more and more distracted from kissing and touching him, until she found that she was doing nothing but sitting up straight, back arched, and working her hips back and forth, loving the feeling of the friction that her bucking pelvis created against his.

She looked down at him and saw him watching her, his face filled with wonder. His hands were resting lightly on her thighs and his eyes were fixed firmly on her breasts, which were undulating with every move of her hips.

Lauren leaned back down again, pressing the hard tips of her breasts into his chest, loving the feel of the heat against them and the strength of his muscles. She began to kiss his neck, and she moved her nipples up and down his chest. She heard him groan, liking the power she held over him in that moment. She liked having the power to give him pleasure.

She began trailing a slow, soft, deliberate stream of kisses down his chest to his belly. She let her hands wander there, playing with the soft patch of hair that started at his navel and led down below the waistband of his pajama pants.

She ran her fingertips through this downy hair, thrilling at the way his muscles tensed and jumped under her touch.

She moved even farther down, her kisses following the trail her fingers had just been enjoying, her hands now playing with the waistband of his pants, inching them down slowly.

She noticed that his breath was coming in shorter gasps. Then his hips were bucking, and his erection was now straining against the seams of his pants. She smiled. It was time to put him out of his misery.

She did, however, take a moment to appreciate the fact that he never tried to push her into going faster than she liked. He never tried to pressure her into speeding along at a pace that wasn't pleasurable to her.

He didn't take her hand and try to guide it to the place that would bring him the most intense sensation rather than letting her explore his body in the way that would awaken her passion most intensely. No, despite his clear lust-driven desperation, he let her move at her own pace.

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