Page 100 of Possessed By You
When his body weight slackens, very carefully, I lift myself out of the chair and set him back into the crib, smiling when his head tilts to the side, his arms stretching up over his head. I escape into the hallway before I make noise and wake him again. With a skip through the bedroom door, I jump to a stop.
Benjamin is asleep in nothing but briefs, his body leaning against the headboard.
Despite the uncomfortable position, he’s too peaceful to wake. After a day of work and a night of traveling, plus a baby to care for, sleep is a new luxury for us. I flip the covers back and plant my knee into the mattress, touching Benjamin’s thigh.
“Ben, lie down.”
His eyes open slowly. “No, I’m awake.”
I lay on my side, hugging the pillow. “Let’s go to sleep.”
He needs little convincing. His large form slides down off the headboard, and after burrowing into the covers, he gravitates toward me, pulling me into his front. My eyes close, encompassed by his warmth, his chin against my shoulder.
“Is he okay?”
I nod, already dozing off. “Sleeping.”
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I awake, but the sky is still dark. The lower part of my body is reacting to the soft tickle of fingertips against my skin, parting open the dress shirt I wore to sleep. I stir, moaning softly while Benjamin covers my breasts, placing kisses along my shoulder.
“I couldn’t stop myself,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“I don’t want you to.” I’m primed and ready for him at the drop of a hat, aroused by him in my damn sleep. My thighs are damp with need, my stomach flittering with anticipation as his fingers dive under the waistband of my panties, sliding between my dripping sweet tissues, fondling the tender folds to arouse me further. The soft part of his wrist urges my thigh to widen, so he can travel further down and enter me with a single finger.
“Open up to me,” he whispers. “Let me in.”
I lift my arm, clasping the back of his head when his lips drift across my cheek languidly, his attention focused elsewhere. My knee bends, my toes digging into the mattress as he retracts his finger to rub my clit, knowing exactly where to coax to make me squirm…to make me desperate.
“Ben.”
The last effects of sleep have left me, my skin coated with perspiration as I move with the rhythm of his fingers, which he rotates, piercing me with two and removing them to focus on the small budding of restless nerves.
“That’s it. Move with me, baby,” he says. “Give into it.”
The door in our bedroom which leads straight to the beach is cracked open, our only form of circulating air. I’m taking up whatever is remaining, my desperation sucking up all the air in the room. It makes our bodies naturally tremble, despite being anything but cold.
“Ah, I’m close,” I moan. “I’m so close.”
My thighs clamp on his hand the second I feel the jolt in my belly, the stars in my eyes. I let out a soft cry, not realizing there’s no need to be quiet since Daniel is a few doors down. Benjamin’s arm over my chest holds me in place as I quiver, too weak to resist when he pushes my legs apart from each other, intent on milking the rest of my orgasm to completion. The constant rocking of my hips has made him rise against my back, hard as stone.
I loosen my grip on the comforter when he ceases the sweet torture on my sex, and I’m able to take my first real gasp in minutes, dropping my head back onto him while he slides off my underwear.
Without words, I beckon him for more, my hands sliding against his skin, the muscular thickness of his thighs. It takes no navigating. He’s hard enough that his cock with just a tilt of his hips drives into me with ease, the sleek arousal between us lubricant enough to refuse down-time. He grips my shoulder, his teeth sinking into the flesh as he pushes himself through the swollen canal, massaging the tender insides, regenerating the nerves that have exploded.
“Fuck me,” I beg him in the darkness, needing more. Always needing more.
And like always, he obliges, kissing me rougher, driving into me harder. We fuck like dancers who know a choreographed routine by heart. Our bodies are temples we’ve both explored. We are aware of the pleasures we can receive, of the noises we can coax from each other.
Benjamin easily shifts us both so that I’m flat on my stomach and he’s coming at me from behind. Sex is just as important to us as talking, eating, laughing. It has been from the beginning.
The only thing that’s changed from back then has been our ability to submit to each other equally, to understand when the other desires the high ground. Benjamin hasn’t said it in so many words, but his hands that trap mine on the mattress, his body dominating mine from above, demand my submission, which I offer graciously and abundantly.
I’m his. I want him to always know that.
We own each other.
There is no me without him and no him without me.
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