Page 66 of Friends With Benefits

“Okay, now you can touch me like that,” she told him. Eagerly, but trying to go slowly, he reached out and slid his slick fingers into her folds, gently, teasingly parting her, tracing her crevice up, then down.

He flinched when she reached back to him, delicately squeezing the base of his cock with one hand, keeping it away from the rest of his body. She formed a circle around the head with the fingers of her other hand, rotated her fingers clockwise, one finger sliding away from the head of the penis over and over again until he gasped. Sensation exploded through him and he fought for control.

“Keep touching me,” she whispered and again he tried to focus, blinking rapidly and swallowing hard. “Touch me inside.” While he pushed two fingers slickly inside her, his other hand pressed on her clitoris.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, oh!”

“Are you going to come, Kerr?”

“No,” she rasped. “Yes…no, not yet, not yet…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She gave a little nod and reluctantly he drew his hands away, slippery with the oil and her cream.

Her hands withdrew from his cock as well, and she rested them on his knees. He covered her hands with his while they both drew in long, dragging breaths. His lungs had seized up.

“We need to breathe together again,” she managed to whisper. Their eyes met again and Mitch used every ounce of control he had to pull in a long, slow breath, matching his rhythm to hers until they were back in that trance-like state. His skin was on fire, every nerve in his body stretched and sensitized, his senses acutely aware of the feel of Kerri’s hands beneath his, her chest rising in unison with his, the soft sounds of their breathing.

Their gazes locked together again and he couldn’t have looked away from her if someone put a gun to his head. His fingers tightened reflexively on hers.

“Now,” she breathed. She reached to the side, straightened and handed him a condom. “I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t make me come.”

“God, yes,” he groaned. He rolled on the condom. Although he wanted to pleasure her instantly, he felt as if he was moving in slow motion, his fingers unable to hurry. He touched her again, found her moisture, slicked it over her folds, sought her hard little clit. His fingers had barely brushed over it when she came in hard shuddering waves, her head falling forward. “God!” Her hand turned in his and gripped him so tightly he was afraid she was breaking bones.

“Oh, God,” she said again, moments later, lifting her head. He had never seen her look like that…her face glowed, here eyes shone, her mouth curved into a sinful smile. “Stretch your legs out,” she directed him gently, and he did so. She crawled onto his lap, putting her arms around his neck, and he held her waist. She positioned herself over him, then lowered herself onto him, and Christ it felt incredible. His cock was so super-sensitized and engorged he’d been almost afraid the condom wouldn’t fit over it.

She moved on him, their faces level, watching each other. He shook his head slightly. “I can’t wait,” he told her.

“It’s okay. I’m…” She bit her lip, shifted her position ever so slightly. “I’m already…there…” She came again, little convulsions that gripped his cock like a fist, milking him, and the sight of her face in ecstasy and the feel of her contracting around him sent him over the edge. He came, wave after wave of heat rippling over him, shuddering violently in a tumultuous, exploding climax like he had never experienced.

Shimmering lights danced before his eyes, and he held on to Kerri tighter, clasping her small waist as she too pulsed and throbbed.

When he could open his eyes, Kerri was looking at him and he was back in that trance-like state where they were breathing as one, moving as one, connected, merged into an extraordinary erotic and psychic fusion.

Holy shit.

“I’m sorry I called you flaky,” he choked out. “I take it back.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kerri smiled at him, and something ached in his chest. She was stunning, absolutely, incredibly stunning. “All our actions and thoughts originate in love, drawing us toward a divine center of irresistible attraction. Yoga is a path of knowledge, a path of love and loving.” She paused, her gaze fastened on his. “I love you, Mitch.”

“I love you too.” He pulled her closer, needed to hug her tightly to him, still joined together at their centers. He never wanted to let her go. “I love you so much, I can’t even tell you.”

They stayed like that for a long time, then Kerri said, “The last part of the yoga workout is a nice warm shower. Whenever you’re ready, we can go upstairs.”

“We’re going to have a shower? Together?”

“Mmmm. The shower in the spa is used for some of the treatments. It’s nice and big and there’s a bench in there to sit on.”

“Oh God.” He took in a long, deep breath. “Give me a minute.”

She reached for the blanket and cushions, dragging them closer. She wrapped the blanket around the two of them, pushed him down to the mat and, snuggled into him, tucking a pillow under her head more comfortably. “Whenever you’re ready,” she repeated.

This waswaybetter than his fantasy. He’d had no idea that the things she would do would reach so far inside him that they would connect like that. His fantasy had involved physical movements, the visual stimulation of seeing her body, the carnality of touching her and her touching him. The reality had fulfilled that beyond his wildest dreams. But the spirituality, the emotions she’d evoked in him as their eyes had met and held, as their breathing connected and merged, was not something he had ever contemplated or even known was possible. His stomach still quivered with the emotional overload. What had she done to him?

He might have drifted off to sleep or maybe he was in another trance, when Kerri moved in his arms.

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