Page 133 of If Only In Our Dreams

When Ben bottomed out we both released a groan. And then laughed. Only the laugh made me tense up—and Ben made this delicious sobbing sound, his hips grinding in deeper—like he simply couldn’t help himself when I squeezed around him.

God, he was big. So fucking big. I could hardly breathe I was so full.

“Ben—” I managed, somehow, voice wobbling.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ben repeated, lower than before. He slid out a little, testing the give of my ass. “Can I…?”

Always polite, that one.

“Please,” I replied, shuddering. “Please. I need—I need you.” It was hard to say those words, even in a setting like this—with the person I loved most in the world. But I managed. I managed, because Ben was worth leaving my comfort zone for.

“I need you,” I repeated, and no truer words had ever been spoken.

Ben’s mouth was liquid hot as he took me in the kiss to end all kisses. Teeth, tongue, nipping, biting. He owned my mouth as greedily as he owned my ass, slipping out all the way with a gasping whine—only to shove back into me with a harsh snap.

I raked my nails up and down his chest, up his back, into his hair—holding on for dear life as he pounded into me, all his carefully controlled walls turning to dust.

Snap, snap,Ben’s hips drove into me, sending me higher and higher and higher.

I whined, a high brittle sound, sucking on his tongue, my body giving for him.

He made these delicious little growly sounds every time he pounded inside me. My hole gave, loose and wet, squeezing around him with every delicious snap of his hips. Close, so close, I shivered beneath him, desperate to make this last as long as possible. Ben had different plans, however, because one of his big, lovely hands closed around my cock. He squeezed once. One single time—and that was all it took.

I spilled with a broken sob, my entire body bowing toward him as Ben milked every last drop out of me, still thrusting in earnest.

He followed soon after, two, three, four sharp ruts of his hips as he spilled inside the condom with a quiet groan. He collapsed onto me, his cum-stained hand smearing across my hip as he held me close, face pressed to my skin.

“You’re perfect,” he promised, quiet enough I wasn’t sure I was even meant to hear. “You’re so perfect.”

I clenched around him and he groaned, hips giving another aborted thrust—like he simply couldn’t help himself.

When he tried to pull out, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs, forcing him to stay put.

“Stay,” I begged, kissing the gray at his temple the way he always kissed me. “Just a little longer.” Ben nodded, curlingtighter around me, his big warm body squishy and slightly sweat-sticky. “Wanna be full of you just a little longer.”

Ben groaned, grinding into me again, his big ass flexing. I could feel it beneath my heels when I skimmed upward, enjoying the happy little sounds he made as he fucked me the way he’d promised he would.

“Next time we’re gonna do that without a condom,” I promised, voice dropped low. “And you’re going to breed my ass.”

“Fuck yes,” Ben fucked forward a third time, a sharp enough snap that for a moment there I thought he’d gotten hard again. But he hadn’t. Not yet. “Gonna breed you full, my little songbird,” Ben murmured, sounding half drunk and sated. “Gonna make your sweet ass gape as it leaks my cum.”

My big, gorgeous teddy bear.

“Hell yeah, you are,” I agreed—because holy fuck did I want that.

“Good boy,” Ben hummed, voice a sleepy rumble. “You’re such a good boy, Robin.” He fluttered a kiss against my neck where he was nestled. “Such a good,good, boy.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said those words and yet it warmed me just the same.

My eyes burned and I grinned, letting my lids drift shut.

Because this was aperfectmoment. And I wanted to memorize every bit of it. Wanted to memorize the way Ben’s leg hair prickled. Wanted to memorize how it felt to have him inside me—all that hot, thick length rearranging my insides. Wanted to memorize the hot brush of his breath, and the way he held me close like I was precious.

I felt precious then.

I feltgood.

But even more than that…I felt loved.

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