Page 136 of Rebellious Hearts
I arched my back and undid my bra, pulling it off so that my breasts were exposed, and Ben didn’t waste any time.
He massaged one breast while he sucked on the other nipple, and I moaned as it sent pulses of electricity straight to my pussy, making me throb and ache for more.
“Ben,” I gasped.
He kept his mouth on my nipple, not letting up his licking and sucking, but he slid his other hand down my body and between my legs. He pressed his fingers against my clit through the lace, and I cried out when he rubbed it in circles, the rough material driving me crazy.
“You’re so wet,” Ben mumbled against my breast. “So ready for me.”
“Please,” I begged. “I need you, Ben.”
He smirked and moved down, planting kisses on my stomach and on my thighs. He lifted my legs, pulling off my panties before spreading them, and pressed his tongue against my clit. He swirled his tongue around and licked me, and I moaned, bucking against him. His tongue moved from my clit and down to my entrance, and he pushed his tongue into me. I cried out, pushing my fingers into his hair, making a fist to tug him closer, deeper into me.
“You taste so good,” Ben growled.
I whimpered and grabbed the sheets with my other hand, writhing as Ben licked and sucked until I couldn’t think straight, melting on the bed into a puddle of need. Ben was so fucking good with his mouth.
“Oh, Ben,” I moaned.
“Come for me, babe,” Ben mumbled, his voice muffled by my body, but the vibrations sent pulses through me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
My orgasm was right there, building and building. It was a slow wave but a powerful one, and Ben knew exactly what he was doing to keep it going, drawing it out.
I bucked and cried out, arching my back, and Ben pushed his tongue into me again, swirling it around, and I came undone. The wave broke, and it crashed over me, drowning me in an ocean of pleasure.
When I was done, I lay panting on the bed.
“Now that you’ve had your appetizer,” Ben said, grinning, “time for the main course.”
He moved over my body, his weight pinning me down, and I moaned. He pressed his tip against my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation. When he slid into me, I cried out. He was so big, so thick, and the sensation was incredible. I would never get used to the size of him. Ben stretched me open, and the pressure was exactly what I craved.
He slid in and out of me, starting off slowly, and I moaned. The way he filled me was perfect, just how it should have been, and he fit against me like we were made for each other. I’d never believed in fairy tales, but with Ben, I was pretty sure I was in one.
Ben had started off slow, but he gained speed, bucking his hips harder and faster as he pounded into me.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, holding on as he rode me, and the heat that stretched thin between us consumed me. Hiseyes were locked on mine all the time, and he planted kisses on my lips every now and then. His face was riddled with pleasure and concentration and he was so attractive.
I couldn’t believe this was it. He was mine.
Ben was my husband, to have and to hold forever.
Another orgasm started building. I would have thought I was exhausted after the first one, but apparently not. My body hummed and responded to Ben, growing with every thrust, and it filled me like a cup with warm water, more and more, until I spilled over.
Pleasure burst through my body, starting from where Ben was still pounding into me and spreading in waves. Ben groaned, and I knew he was right behind me. He grunted as he came, slowing down, and we rode our orgasms together.
When he was done, he stayed inside me, his breathing as ragged as mine, his eyes fixed on me.
Ben kissed me, long and sweet. He was still inside me, his body on mine and our skin slick with our sweat, but we were melded together as one, and I didn’t want him to move.
His tongue explored my mouth, and we made out for a while until he slipped out of me.
Ben rolled off me, but he didn’t go anywhere. He pulled me tightly against him, his arm around my shoulders, and my head found that spot on his shoulder that had been carved just for me.
“I love you, Sofia,” he said.
“I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”
He stroked his hand through my hair, and I closed my eyes.
