Page 20 of One Weekend in Perth

Ben batted her hand away and turned her so her back was to him. “Let me do it.”

He carefully pushed her hair over her shoulder so it didn’t get caught and pulled the tab down, his desire for her increasing with every inch of skin he exposed. Leaning forward he pressed tiny kisses down her spine, reveling in her sharp inhalation of air.

Gently he drew the dress away from her body until she stood before him in her strapless bra and thong.

He wanted their first time together to be a long and sensual journey, but seeing her almost naked tempted him to toss her on the bed and take her. Lose himself in her.

“Ben?” She looked over her shoulder at him, a hint of worry had chased away the happiness he’d seen in her eyes.

Carefully, he turned her around so that she was now facing him, and he saw the way her breasts were almost spilling out of her bra. “Watch me,” he commanded in a quiet voice.

“Always.”

Under her searing gaze, he removed his clothes, the look of worry in her eyes quickly replaced by need. They were both just in their underwear, studying each other as if they couldn’t believe they were finally where they were supposed to be.

Clara took the initiative and climbed onto the bed until she rested against the headboard. Ben followed quickly, needing to have her close to him again.

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss. A kiss that left neither one of them with any doubt that this was what they wanted.

He trailed soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck. She squirmed and arched her body when he kissed the patch of skin beneath her ear. He made a mental note that that area was a spot to revisit. Ben continued on his exploration continuing to catalogue the areas that she liked.

He reached behind her to remove her bra, exposing her breasts. He groaned at the sight before bending to swirl his tongue around her areola, then sucking her nipple into hismouth. He massaged and plucked at her nipple on her other breast.

“God, Ben, that feels so good,” Clara moaned, and his cock pulsed against the restraint of the cotton of his boxer briefs.

As much as he wanted to sink into her, he controlled the urge and kissed his way down her belly, following the scalloped edge of her lacy thong. The scent of her arousal tempted him to sample her. Hooking his finger beneath the fine fabric, he eased it down her legs, flicking the material away.

Her pussy glistened, and he licked his lips, ready to get his first taste of her. It hit him that none of what they were doing was awkward. There was no fumbling. No little embarrassed laughs or covering of oneself. Clara lay open to him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

Not able to wait a moment longer, he settled himself between her legs, and with one long swipe of her slick folds, he knew they’d crossed a line they could never come back from. And he had zero regrets. This was what he wanted more than breathing.

He paid attention to how she reacted when he sucked and nibbled on her clit. He welcomed the slight sting of pain as she pulled his hair when he inserted two fingers into her. Her hips lifted as he slowly pumped in and out of her as he ate her out.

His cock screamed for release, but he ignored his body’s urges, his attention totally on Clara and her pleasure. As he increased his pace, her thighs began to shake, her cries getting louder and louder. He loved hearing them. Loved knowing that he was making Clara lose her mind.

Ben sucked her clit hard, and her body tensed as her release coated his tongue. He lapped at her juices, enjoying her unique taste until her body relaxed and her fingers released their death grip on his hair.

Slowly, he kissed his way up until he was lying over her, his erection resting against her entrance. “You good?” he asked ashe pressed a soft kiss into the crook of her neck, pleased when another shudder ripped through her.

“So good. I want more.” Her fingers trailed down his back until they reached his ass where she gave it a squeeze, and it almost set him over the edge.

Ben lifted away from her so that he could look into her eyes and give his body a chance to calm the fuck down. “More?”

“Yes. I need you inside me. Now.”

Damn, if she wanted to make him lose control, she was going the right way about it. He wanted to slam into her but he wouldn’t. “I didn’t know you could be so bossy,” he said instead.

“I know what I want,” she said, grinning impishly.

“I like it.” He gave her another long, languorous kiss, drawing out the final moment. He nipped at her lips before pulling away and getting off the bed.

“What? Where are you going?” A hint of distress laced Clara’s tone, something he didn’t want to hear at all.

He reached down, picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. “Just getting this to grab some protection.”

He held up the condom that someone from work shoved in his hand at his bachelor party. On the night, Ben had put it in his wallet, having no idea why the guy gave it to him, but he was immensely grateful that he had, otherwise this wouldn’t be happening between him and Clara.

“Oh, well, I’m on the pill. If that makes any difference to you.” Clara looked adorably disheveled, and he wanted to dive back on that bed to be beside her.

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