Page 32 of Three Little Words

He went for my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor.

We finished stripping each other in the living room, kissing as much as we could with clothes flying off.

I’d never wanted a man so badly.

I grabbed hold of his hips, letting my nails dig in just enough to make Benny hiss.

He responded by picking me up again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Bed?” he asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “Fuck me. Right here, right now.”

“Hang on, hang on. Condom.”

“Okay, fine,” I said with a pout. “Bed. Because that’s where the condoms are.”

He leaned in to kiss me again, holding me as he carried me down the hall.

In the bedroom, he dropped me on my back on the bed. I looked up at him and spread my legs.

I loved how he looked at me—like I was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

He grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

We didn’t need much foreplay—both of us were ready to go already.

He started to say, “How—”

“Lie on your back.” I pushed myself to sit up.

Benny grinned, climbing on the bed and lying down.

I moved to straddle him. My hips fit perfectly over his, like we were made for each other.

I reached down with one hand, holding his cock in place.

Slowly, I sank down.

“Bryn.” He sounded breathless.

I loved hearing him like that.

I bit my lower lip, lifting myself up before sinking back down.

Benny’s eyes closed. He lifted his hands to my hips, holding them tight.

“You like this, huh?” I asked.

“Shut up and go faster.”

I laughed, putting my hands on his stomach to stay balanced. I could feel the definition of his abs, perfectly sculpted.

I kept moving, bouncing on him. When my thighs began to burn, I dropped all the way, rocking my hips.

“God, Bryn,” he whispered.

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