Page 122 of Rebellious Hearts
For a moment, he splayed his hands over my lower belly and looked up. I was barely showing, but we were both very aware there was a child growing between us, a product of us together.
“We’re going to be a beautiful family,” Ben whispered.
I smiled down at him and ran my hand down his face.
Ben leaned in and planted kisses on my stomach, slowly working his way down.
I gasped when he dragged his tongue along my hipbone, the thought of family and babies forgotten. I shivered when he breathed against my sex, and I opened my legs for him.
He slid his fingers between my legs, finding me wet, and stroked me. He teased my entrance, and I groaned.
“Don’t tease,” I said. “I need you.”
I lifted my leg over his shoulder, giving Ben more space, and he closed his mouth over my sex. I moaned, tilting my head back against the wall and got lost in the sensation of his tongue against my clit. When he pushed his fingers into me, I cried out, and he stroked my insides.
Slowly, at first, and then faster. He moved his hand in rhythm with his tongue, and I gripped his hair, keeping his face close.
When he flicked his tongue over my clit, my orgasm started. A wave built from deep inside, and as he continued, I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me.
The pleasure spread through my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Ben stroked me through it, and I whimpered and moaned. When the last ripples washed through me, I relaxed.
Ben gently lowered my leg and took me in his arms.
He led me to the mattress and lay down on the bed with me. I was naked, and he stroked his fingers, tracing my curves as if he was committing the sight of me to memory.
“You’re still wearing pants,” I mumbled.
“Yeah,” he said.
“That’s no good.”
I undid his pants and pushed my hand into them. When I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, Ben sucked his breath through his teeth.
Slowly, teasingly, I slid my hand up and down the length of him.
He groaned, his hand still roaming my body. He found my breasts and kneaded them. He ran his hand through the dip of my hip and squeezed my ass.
I pumped my hand up and down faster, and Ben groaned.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I let go of him and tried to pull his pants down. Ben shifted his weight, helping me, and he kicked his pants off. When he reached for his wallet, I put a hand on his arm.
“We don’t need that.”
“Right,” Ben said, and he cocked a lopsided grin at me.
God, I’d come to love that grin.
Ben rolled onto me, and the feel of his cock, hard and heavy against my hip, made me shiver.
I opened my legs for him, and he positioned himself at my entrance. His tip was hot, branding me, and I held my breath. When he slid into me, inch by glorious inch, we both moaned. The feel of him without a condom was enough to make me orgasm.
There really was nothing between us now. We were melded together, skin on skin, together as one.
Ben groaned and rolled his hips. He started slow, teasing, stroking in and out of me. The feel of him filling me up made me moan and whimper. Slowly, he picked up his pace.
