Page 87 of Extended Bridge

“Like this?” He gives himself a long stroke, causing me to moan. He repeats the motion again.

When he goes for a third downward stroke, I find the strength to sit up in the bed. “No. Let me.”

Still sitting on his heels, his hands drop to the bed. His gaze bounces between his hardness to me and down again.

Sliding my knees forward until they touch his, I bend and kiss his tip. A salty bit that had leaked coats my tongue—I sit up and stick my tongue out to him before swallowing his essence.

“I was going to take this slow, but not now.” He pushes me onto my back, then turns me onto my stomach. He shoves a pillow under my hips, and my legs are spread open again. “You are too sexy for your own good,” he rumbles as his fingers enter me from behind.

“Trying to keep up with you.”

“Then hold on.”

With this warning, I hear a foil packet open and a second later he pulls me up to my hands and knees. His cock prods at my entrance, then slides in an inch. Pulls back. In. Out. Over and over until he’s buried deep inside.

“I love how you hold me so tight.” He kisses the ear he was whispering his praise. “It’s like you were made for me.”

“You,” I pant. “Feel.” He pushes in and out, harder this time. “So.” His hands slide down to my hips. “Good.” He squeezes my butt cheeks.

“You’re perfect.” He kisses between my shoulder blades.

His hips change direction, swiveling in a circular motion, igniting all sorts of explosions behind my eyes. All I can do is push backward to meet his thrusts. For once I’m happy I don’t have big boobs, as what I do have are swinging with the force of him. Another orgasm sparkles on the horizon. “Again?”

“Definitely.”

Everything around me fades to black as pleasure overtakes me. I shout, “Yes!”

Again, not waiting for me to recover, Bennett pulls out and flips me onto my back, securing my legs around his hips. I lock my ankles, holding on as he pounds into me. His lips find mine. “Once more. For me, one more time.” Sweat races down his chest while he continues to thrust into me, harder and harder.

“I can’t.” At this point, I only want him to share some of the ecstasy I’ve already received. I lick some of the wetness off his defined chest.

Above me, he pronounces, “You’re wrong.” His hand reaches behind his back and he grabs onto my ankles. Leaning away from me, he plows even harder.

The new angle shifts something deep within me. A soul-crushing orgasm threatens for a second, then recedes. Bennett continues pounding hard, his mouth contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He orders, “Now!”

I don’t know from where, but the orgasm from a second ago races up from my toes to explode out of the top of my head. As I scream my completion, I see white except for Bennett’s face, which is bathed in light. He ceases all movement, then roars his own climax.

With a series of kisses over my cheeks, he lays on top of me. Welcoming his weight, I wrap my boneless arms around him. The only noises are panted breaths and wet flesh sliding against the other.

He slips onto his side, his fingers securing the spent condom. “I’ll take care of this. Then you.” He kisses me one last time as he disappears out of the room toward the bathroom.

I stretch. This man rocked my world on its axis. What preceded tonight’s activities pale in comparison. If there was any doubt, Bennett owns my world.

He stalks through the open door, a washcloth in his hand. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?”

Why lie? “Amazing.”

“I like the sound of that. Now open for me.”

What? Again? “Bennett, I don’t think I have it in me?—”

“Not so soon.” He bends down and kisses me. “I want to make sure you’re all right.”

I muse aloud, “No one has ever done this before.”

“Then another point in my favor.” He presses the wet cloth against my core, taking the sting out of his previous amazing use of it. I moan at his ministrations, causing a self-satisfied smile to overtake his face.

He tosses the washcloth onto the floor and crawls into bed behind me. My body curls around him as he entwines our limbs. We remain locked together.