Page 46 of Extended Bridge

“Two can play this game, Sweetheart.” He tugs my leggings down my legs, leaving me in only my panties. “Open your legs for me.”

I’m unable to do anything more than follow his directions. His left knee insinuates itself between my open thighs and pulls me upward, leaving me under his control. While he nibbles on my right breast, his jean-covered thigh pumps forward and backward.

My heartbeat increases. I want him naked. Hell, I want to shred my own panties. At this moment, though, I can’t articulate any of it. I’m completely at his mercy. I glance at his face on my breast. I need to see his eyes. “Bennett.”

Blown-out pupils rise to meet my gaze. “Damn. You can still talk.”

He pulls his left knee up higher so only my toes areon the floor, then he rubs against me at the perfect spot. Can I come from this stimulation alone? I emit a low moan.

“Better.”

I give myself over to Bennett, trusting him to give me what I need. His mouth covers my ear, into which he exhales. I tip my head to allow him better access while my lower half has no purchase to support my weight. No—it’s all on him.

I glance down at his thigh, which now sports a rather large wet spot. From me. While I know I should be embarrassed, I’m not. He’s turned me on more than ever.

He bites my nipple again. “Come for me.”

I buck on his thigh, my core clenching around nothing. My head shakes. With a breathy whimper, I tell him, “I can’t.”

“From the stain on my jeans, I think you can.” His thigh pushes against me, rougher than before. One hand returns to my breast while his lips cover mine again. Tongue deep in my mouth, he continues to play my body as if it were made for him.

Out of nowhere, an orgasm crashes over me. I cry out something unintelligible, not caring where I am or who could possibly hear me. Bennett continues his movements as I come down off the lust-induced high.

He doesn’t allow me to recover for more than a minute. My feet are under me briefly before he ushers me to the side of bed, where my legs make contact. “Give me your panties.”

I can’t process, simply react to his command. One leg lifts, then the other, and I pass him the soaked bit of lace. He lifts it to his nose and inhales, then stuffs them into his back pocket. His hands come to my shoulders and push me downward, directing my butt to contact the soft mattress.

“Up you go.”

He joins me on the bed as I urge my body up toward the headboard. A pillow is shoved beneath my butt and his fingers part my wet core. “You’re driving me insane.”

“Good,” he replies. “I’m going to do that again right now.”

He leans down. His tongue plays with my clit the way he was French kissing me not long ago. Up one side and down the other, causing my hips to buck.

“Yes!” At my exclamation, he continues but I want more. “I need you,” I wail.

Bennett pulls back. “Do you need this?” One long finger enters me, around which I clench.

“More.” Since when have I ever been this demanding? Only with Bennett. No one else.

“Will this do?” A second finger joins the first.

I undulate in time with his movements, begging for more. “I need?—”

Whatever I was going to say is cut off when his thumb encircles my clit. He’s sitting up, watching my every reaction.

Learning.

Gauging.

Adjusting.

It’s as if he was created to bring me pleasure.

My hips circle, greedy for everything this man offers. When his free hand lands on my nipple and he pinches, I skyrocket out of the bedroom.

Bennett wears a smug smile. Meeting his gaze, he says, “Two.”

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