Page 58 of Single All the Way

“God, Ems,” he said, shoving his jeans down a few inches, enough to free his big, beautiful penis. As I straddled him, my core rubbing against his hardness, he said, “I didn’t bring a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and clean.”

“I’m clean too.”

He barely got the words out before I lowered myself onto him, biting my lip at the heaven of having him inside me again.

The sensation of his heat filling me and the cold air on my butt drove my need even higher as I ground into him, pumped my hips, and rode him like the crazed woman he’d turned me into in about two heartbeats. I lost myself, driven by sensation and need, everything else falling out of my consciousness.

My eyes locked with Ben’s intense ones, the connection between us like nothing I’d ever experienced. As exposed as I felt, I couldn’t look away as he bucked and thrust into me, over and over again, meeting every motion of my hips, our rhythm, our need in unison like a masterpiece of a song.

“Come for me, Ems.”

As if the words in that growly, demanding voice were the final push I needed, I shattered, every muscle in my body contracting and reacting to this man, heat exploding through me and my brain blacking out.

“Look at me, Emerson,” he said in the roughest, need-filled voice.

I forced my eyes back to his and felt a swoon in my chest. He was so familiar, so much a part of me, so dear. At this moment, he was everything to me, the very reason I took in air and gasped for breath.

Ben gripped my butt tighter into him, bucked up hard, and held on tight as he emptied himself into me.

I wrapped my arms around him, clung to him, and closed my eyes. Memorized what it felt like to have this strong, virile man come apart because of me. Even as my own body still trembled and contracted, it was a rush to know I could wield that kind of power over him.

Eventually he seemed to regain some control over his body and sat up straighter, his arms banding around me like he’d never let me go.

“If that was an audition to be my Wednesday roll-in-the-hay lady, you got the gig.”

I laughed. “But only Wednesdays when the kids are trapped at Berty’s by a snowstorm?”

“For now.”

As my body came down from Ben Holloway, the temperature of the barn air registered, and I shivered.

“How is it I’m half-naked, and you’re still wearing your coat and jeans?” I asked.

“Hey, you did that yourself.”

I smiled, a little embarrassed at how aggressive I’d been. That wasn’t typical for me.

“I fucking loved it,” he added, as if sensing my thoughts.

“I’m glad, but now I’m freezing.” I kissed him, then disconnected our bodies and scrambled to get my sweatpants back on.

Ben stood and put himself back together too. When we were both dressed, if not desperately in need of a hot shower, he advanced on me, put his arms around me, then pressed my back into the support pillar that went to the roof as he kissed me soundly.

“You turn me inside out, Emerson.”

“You make me rip my clothes off and mount you,” I said back, laughing.

“Feel free to do that every day.”

We kissed some more, slower now, more affection than urgency.

A human-like humming sounded, startling me.

Ben broke contact and laughed. “Esmerelda’s hungry.”

“That’s her?”

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