Page 44 of Benji

Jesus.

“But I probably should. Otherwise I’ll make a mess everywhere.”

I could not believe this was a conversation we were having.

“Plus,” he added, “you can add more later tonight.”

I snorted. “I don’t know how much more I have left in me.”

He chuckled. “Never fear. I’ll work it out of you.”

Oh my god.

“Need me to help you up on your feet?”

He hummed. “Yes. And I’ll need your help in the shower, and I’ll need your help drying off and getting dressed. Then I’ll need your dick inside me again.”

“More?” I helped him to his feet, holding his hand. “I’m going to need to hang an out-of-order sign on my dick.”

He smirked. “Oh please. You enjoy this as much as me.”

I couldn’t deny that. We both knew it.

I thumbed his chin, then his bottom lip. “I do. I haven’t had this much sex since college. And never raw.”

He hummed, his gaze drawing down to my sweatpants. “It’s different, huh? Feels... better?”

I nodded. It felt better than better, though I wasn’t about to describe how it really made me feel.

Like I had some claim on him now. Like he was mine.

“I might have to come back after this week every time I want to feel this good.”

I groaned, thrilling at the idea.

“I wouldn’t say no,” I admitted.

He purred, giving me a playful smirk. “Hmm.”

Before either of us could say something we couldn’t promise, I took his hand and led him to the shower. I did join him, enjoying it all too much as I washed him, cared for him. I kissed his shoulder, his nape, as I cleaned him down. I even washed his hair, massaging his scalp, getting lost in the water beads on his eyelashes, at how his lips parted, at the faint freckles on his cheeks.

So fucking beautiful.

I loved how his cock hung heavy, how his lithe body moved, how his Adam’s apple moved when he put his head back to rinse the shampoo.

He made my heart flutter.

Which was foolish of me. I knew it was, yet I couldn’t help the way I felt. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to keep him here with me. I wanted to hear him laugh, and I wanted to hear him moan when I adored his body with mine.

I wanted him.

Which was impossible.

And so very foolish.

But he was mine for the week he was here, and I had to convince my heart that was enough.

With my hands on his hips, I kissed the back of his head. “I’ll go make a start on dinner. Take all the time you need.”

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