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Jesus Christ, when did he get so good at this?

He expertly works his tongue between my clit and diving inside me and I’m sure I’m going to die from how unbelievably good this feels. When he slides two fingers into my dripping pussy and fucks me with them while his tongue works my clit, I lose it and my pussy clamps down on his fingers as my orgasm rips through me. I ride the waves of pleasure as they crest and recede repeatedly, and Ben never lets up on my body until he’s wrung all the pleasure from it.

When it’s over, I throw my head back against the cabinets and he stands before pulling my upper body into him, holding me close.

I’m so relaxed I’m positive I’d fall off the counter if he wasn’t supporting my body. As he guides my head to his chest, he allows me all the time I need to come down off the high he just took me to.

“Christ, you got so good at that. Not that you were bad at it before, but you must have been practicing a lot since we were last together,” I pant out.

Ben releases an amused chuckle. “Not at all. It’s been almost ten years…”

His words hit me, and I pull back, now searching his eyes with my own. “What?” I whisper.

Ben shrugs. “I told you I hadn’t kissed another woman romantically since you. I wasn’t lying.”

“You said you hadn’t kissed anyone on the lips,” I say incredulously.

Ben just lifts an eyebrow and smirks. I roll my eyes.

“These lips, perv,” I tell him, pointing to my mouth.

He leans back from me a bit and places a hand on each of my cheeks, looking directly into my eyes. “Trina, my lips have not touched another woman’s body anywhere romantically since you.”

“Why?” I whisper.

Ben shakes his head subtly. “Because I couldn’t stand the thought of my mouth on any other woman like that. I always wanted and needed you to be the last woman I tasted.”

CHAPTER17

TRINA

I’m not sure I’ve ever had so many sex dreams in one night as I did last night. But after the incident on the countertop—despite the mind-blowing orgasm Ben delivered—I was so horny that I was most definitely not ready for the night to end.

Ben, on the other hand, declined to let us move it up to my bedroom and continue the escapades that started in the kitchen.He touted something about not wanting to rush things and to make sure I was ready for more before we fell into it.

Slight insecurity crept in at the time that maybe he didn’t really want me. But as my body glided down his when he lifted me off the counter, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my belly made it clear that the issue wasn’t a lack of desire.

So, here I lie with my hand over my eyes to block out the early morning sun, trying to convince myself to climb out of bed even though my body is screaming to go back to sleep. At least in my dreams Ben will have sex with me.

As if the gods of early mornings are teaming up against me, my alarm blares annoying cheerful tones throughout my room. I groan and reach over to shut it off, then sit up at the side of the bed. I can’t be late this morning since I’m picking up Rose before I head to Meadow Creek. Once I explained to her what plarning was at Annie and Jack’s wedding shower, she asked to try out my group. Today’s the day.

I begrudgingly get up and walk to my bathroom, brush my teeth, strip down, then take a quick shower—avoiding getting my hair wet.

It’s early June, but it’s already pretty hot, so I settle on a loose fitting navy blue linen shorts romper with a white tank top underneath. It helps to be in clothes you can easily move around in when you’re working with the large sleeping mats we make in our group. I slide some Birkenstock sandals on my feet, run a brush through my hair and put it in a loose braid.

The house is hushed as I quietly make my way downstairs. As I reach the last step, the aroma of rich, earthy coffee fills my nose. I could kiss Ben right now for setting the pot up to brew before he left for the day.

I’ve got thirty minutes before I need to leave, so I pour myself a cup and head out to my back porch. Today I choose to sit on one of the non-rocking chairs, a desire to appreciate the hushed atmosphere and stillness of the early morning.

About five minutes later, the door behind me creaks like it does when it’s opening and then I hear its latch snap shut. I sense Ben standing behind me before he speaks. Actually, I smell him as well. He smells fresh, almost like a grove of evergreen trees mixed with sandalwood.

So, color me shocked when I glance up at him as he comes around with a coffee mug in one hand to sit next to me and I realize he’s just come back from a run. How the man smells so good and looks so damn sexy when it’s clear he’s been sweating is beyond me. But, hey, I’m not complaining.

“Ugh. What kind of monster gets up this early in the morning to go running?” I deadpan.

Ben lifts the left side of his mouth into a cocky smirk. “The kind that needs to keep his pre-dad bod in top form and his stamina up.”

When I turn my head to fully look at him and roll my eyes, he winks.

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