Page 135 of Rebellious Hearts
We arrived in the penthouse hallway, and Ben unlocked the door, but he picked me up before I could step through.
“Welcome home, babe.” He put me down again and kissed me. His hands went to the back of my dress, fumbling with the buttons.
“Fuck, there are a lot of them,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s the fashion, you know.”
“A hundred buttons? Is it to make us work for it?”
“There’s a zipper.” I laughed and lifted my arm. The buttons on the back were just for show.
“Thank God,” Ben said, and he kissed me again, slowly sliding the zipper down.
The dress peeled away from my body, revealing the lacy bra and panties—all white—that I wore underneath.
I stepped out of the dress, and Ben’s tongue slipped into my mouth. He grinded his erection against me.
“Wait,” I said and broke the kiss, pulling away from him. I stepped out of the high heels and picked up the dress, carefully draping it over the back of the couch. “This isn’t something we can just leave lying around.”
Ben chuckled.
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He’d already gotten rid of his jacket and bow tie.
In the bedroom, I turned to him and kissed him again, standing on my toes now that I wasn’t wearing my shoes to reach his lips that easily.
My fingers found his buttons, and slowly, I undid them, revealing his chiseled chest.
I pulled the shirt out of his pants and pushed it over his shoulders.
Ben helped me by shrugging out of it.
When I slowly dragged my nails over his abs—careful not to hurt him—his muscles bunched, and he was a dream to look at. He stared down at me with hunger in his eyes.
I sank onto my knees and undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and then tugged his pants over his hips. I pulled his erection out of his jocks, and Ben sucked his breath through his teeth when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
I looked up at him while I pumped my hand up and down.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, running his fingers along my jaw.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I leaned forward and sucked his cock into my mouth. He groaned, his eyes rolling backward and then shut, and I leaned in, taking more and more of him into my mouth. I slid him into my mouth until he pressed against the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent, and heat pooled between my legs.
I moved back and forth, stroking him in and out of my mouth.
He groaned louder.
I slid off his shaft so that I was only wrapped around the tip, and I swirled my tongue around his head.
“Fuck, Sofia, you’ll be the end of me,” Ben groaned.
I smiled and reached for his balls, cupping them in my hand. Slowly, I massaged them while licking and sucking his tip, making him want more. I was teasing him. I wanted him to burn for me, but I didn’t want him to have his release.
Not yet.
“Sofia,” Ben growled, and he pulled out of my mouth. He pulled me up and kissed me hard before he moved me towardthe bed. When I was on the bed, he kicked off his pants and jocks so that he was naked. He crawled onto me, planting kisses on my body as he made his way up to my lips.
I loved how much he loved my body, how he treated it like a gift that was meant to be savored and treasured.
I pulled him toward me and kissed him hard. My hands moved over his back and down his ass. He grinded against my crotch, and the friction through the lace panties was fantastic. He tugged one cup of my bra down and rolled my pebbled between his fingers. I moaned, his attention spreading through my body.
