Page 97 of Everlasting Promises

I swipe my thumb across the crown to collect his essence, and his dick jumps beneath my touch.

“Hope?” he groans as he pushes himself further into my palm.

I watch him fuck my hand while his fingers fuck me. He buries his face in my neck, sucking and biting my pulse point, and I don’t think I’ll last too much longer.

“Fuck, you feel incredible. Your pussy’s sucking my fingers in so deep, like you never want me to leave.” He pushes in deep and hard. My walls tighten further, and a whimper escapes my lips.

“I don’t,” I pant as I trip ever closer to the edge.

“I’ll stay here all day,” he rumbles.

My muscles spasm and contract around his fingers, and when I rub his dick against my clit, I fall into oblivion. Free falling into space where everything feels fantastic and nothing can hurt me. I drop my head back as I cry out through my release. Warmth cascades over my hand, the sticky substance sliding through my fingers, and I grin with satisfaction as my body shudders.

“Jesus, fuck!” he groans. “That was embarrassingly fast.” He slows his fingers until my aftershocks disappear, then slides them out of me.

I drag my head forward and lock my gaze with his while he brings his fingers to his mouth and pushes them in deep, closing his eyes as if he’s savoring the most decadent chocolate cake of all time.

So hot!

When he opens his eyes, I decide to return the favor, bringing my sticky hand to my mouth so I can lick his salty essence. His eyes darken as he watches me lick my fingers clean. The muscle at his jaw tenses, and before I can move, he growls and dips forward, replacing my fingers with his tongue.

“You act innocent, but really, you hide a dirty girl beneath your sweetness,” he mumbles before sealing my mouth with his again.

His kisses are drugging. Addictive.

His tongue twists around mine, and our combined tastes linger. It’s dirty and oh, so sexy. His hand slides up my body, tweaking my nipples and then continuing until he has itwrapped around my throat. His thumb rests on my chin as he tilts my head to his liking, and he devours me.

Everything around us falls away as I’m consumed by his mouth on mine. This man knows how to kiss. Not that I’m an expert. I’ve only kissed two men now, but his kiss transcends this world and takes me to places I’ve never experienced.

All thought processes cease.

My only need … desire … is to be kissed by Ben.

The feel of his soft, but firm lips and the rasp of his beard are so completely masculine, calling to my femininity and my arousal skyrockets.

With one hand beneath my ass and the other still holding me by my throat, he stands easily, carrying my slight weight. I’m a little shy about him seeing my body so thin. I’ve always been slim because of dancing, but since losing Wyatt, I’ve lost weight, which never returned. I don’t really have womanly curves, but judging by the heat in Ben’s eyes when he saw me naked, he liked what he saw, and it seems like I turn him on.

“I need to taste you properly,” he says, his voice gravelly with need.

Climbing onto his enormous bed, he maneuvers so his head is on the pillow, and I’m balancing on my knees above him. He grips my hips and pulls me down to his mouth, and I almost topple over with surprise. My heart pounds with excitement at what I know is about to happen. Never in my wildest dreams, when I first met this man, did I think we’d be in this position.

Without ceremony, he swipes his tongue aggressively through my swollen lips, and I’m instantly ready to chase another orgasm. He feasts on me, holding me tight to his mouth, not giving me any chance to escape. Not that I’d want to. His fingers dig into my hips, and I know I’ll be wearing bruises there for the next week. I smile to myself as I grip the headboard and move my hips in time with his ministrations, my heartpounding like a drum line, and mind focused solely on chasing my pleasure.

“Oh, god. I’m gonna come again.” A whimper stumbles past my lips as he pulses his tongue in and out of my opening, his nose rubbing my clit, and his short beard scraping against my lips and thighs, making the muscles in my body tighten.

His hungry groans vibrate against my sensitive lips, adding to the sensations and ensuring I’m pushed to the point of no return. I throw my head back on a long guttural moan as my stomach tightens and white light steals my vision. Every muscle in my body locks tight, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. If it weren’t for Ben holding me, I’d collapse on his face and suffocate the poor guy as I fall apart for the second time this afternoon.

I sigh as my muscles relax again, leaving me as limp as a noodle. I could curl up into a ball and go to sleep right now and not wake until tomorrow. Satisfaction weaves through every cell of my body and when I lazily open my eyes and look down at Ben, his darkened gaze is locked on me. My arousal coats his mouth and cheeks, and it’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve seen.

“You’re so sexy when you fall apart. It’s my new favorite thing to watch.”

I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t.

He releases my hips and guides me down, so I’m lying on top of him like he’s my personal mattress. His hard body stretches out beneath me, his warm embrace surrounds me, and his legs cradle mine. I’m wrapped in him, and it feels better than anything has in a long time.

I hum with contentment against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat against my cheek. I close my eyes for a moment, absorbing his warmth as his fingers lazily glide up and down the middle of my spine and his hardness presses against my thigh. Feeling him hot and hard makes me greedy. I want him inside me. It’s as if I haven’t just had two incredible orgasms already.

I shift so I’m straddling his hips and push up with my hands on his chest. His eyes widen as his nipples pebble. I lean down and kiss each one, licking around them and nipping them with my teeth. Then I move down his torso, licking and kissing the smooth expanse of tanned skin, tracing the valleys of his abs with my tongue.

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