Page 74 of Everlasting Promises

A soft rumble vibrates beneath my hand, and my heart slams against my ribs. I need to be closer to him, so I press against his firm chest and slide my hand into the short strands of his hair to hold him to me—silently demanding more.

His arm tightens around my body, eliminating any space between us. Our kiss is unhurried as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, then does the same with my top lip before dipping his tongue inside.

It’s been such a long time.

My blood fizzes as our kiss goes on. Slow, sweet strokes of tongue against tongue. Lips sucking and moving against one another in a seductive dance. Giddiness erupts in my stomach and spreads outward through my limbs to my fingers and toes.

I twist in Ben’s embrace until I’m straddling his thighs. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body, leaving not a single breath of space between us. My breasts aresquashed tight against his pecs, and I tilt my head to take the kiss deeper.

A soft moan makes its way up my throat, which he swallows down and answers with a groan of his own. His length is hard between us, and I shuffle my hips forward until my center meets his. We both suck in a sharp breath, and his hands move to the small dip at my waist where he grips firmly to hold me in place. He wrenches his mouth away, his heavy breaths matching mine. Our gazes meet and lock.

“Cookie?” One single word full of so many questions that I can’t answer …only feel.

I lick his taste from my lips as I gather my thoughts so I can work out what he’s asking me, but my mind is filled with lust.

“What do you need?” he asks, his voice rough with his own restrained desire.

I work against his grip on my waist and grind my center along his hard length. The only thing on my mind is relieving this heavy ache in my core. A whimper escapes at the contact, and I drop my forehead to his chest, breaking eye contact. My heart thunders as lightning skates down my spine at the feel of him against me.

He feels so good.

It won’t take much to make me see stars.

I rock again and his hands leave my waist, one sliding across my stomach and up between my breasts until it stops at my throat. With a light grip, he tilts my head back with his thumb until our eyes meet.

“Talk to me.”

My breath gushes out of me as the heat of his stare touches mine, and I lick my lips, not even a little embarrassed by my behavior. I feel like I’ve gone from zero to one hundred in mere seconds, and if I don’t quench this ache, I might die. “I need … this ache … it almost hurts,” I murmur, brokenly.

He presses his hips up from beneath me, and a moan caresses my lips. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried.

“Take what you need. I’m yours. Have been since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispers roughly, and my heart stutters to a stop.

I close my eyes, blocking his vulnerability. His honesty. His words.

He presses up beneath me, using one hand on my hip to guide me along his length. The friction feels so damn good, and I’m already so close. Sparks sizzle through my blood, and stars appear behind my lids. With the perfect rhythm and pressure, Ben pushes me closer to the release I’m seeking, but I need something more.

His hand tightens around my throat, and his mouth crashes down on mine in the next moment. He pushes his tongue between my lips without ceremony and kisses me like I’m his everything, showing me with his actions exactly what he meant by his words.

He kisses me like I’m his, and it’s enough to shove me over the edge of the cliff I was balancing on. Free-falling into an orgasm that steals my breath and empties my mind of everything except pure pleasure. He swallows my moan as my body shatters into a million tiny shards of light. I grip the longer strands of his hair tight to ground me as I explode.

For beautiful moments, I lose myself in the sensation—the buzz, the thrum of an orgasm so powerful I’m still shaking.

Ben kisses me roughly, still guiding my hips back and forth until a rumble of a groan explodes against my lips. My blood sizzles beneath my burning flesh, his touch branding me in a way that’s so powerful it’s frightening.

His body tightens and shakes beneath me, much the way mine just did. He rips his mouth away and drops his head to theback of the couch, pushing his hips up into me. “Fuuuck!” he grits as his jaw tightens beneath his stubble.

My eyes widen.Icame, thenhecame.

Realization dawns as I watch his chest rise and fall with sharp breaths, the veins along his neck protruding with his exertion, and when his satisfied gaze drops to mine, I burst into tears.

Horrible loud sobbing tears.

I bury my face in my hands and try to scramble off his lap, but his arms wrap around me like a tourniquet. Like he can somehow hold all of my broken pieces together.

He can’t.

Nobody can.

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