Page 134 of Give My Everything
“Ineedsomething, too.”
My head falls forward, my eyes closed, and I suck on his neck as he continues to finger me, his other hand shifting under my shirt and lightly stroking my nipple through my bra.
“What do you need?” I ask, wanting nothing more than for him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing.
But then his mouth comes to my ear and I hear him whisper.
“To fuck you so hard you can’t breathe.”
Before I have a chance to register what’s happening, he’s pulled out his fingers and swung me around so I’m lying on the carpeted floor, his hands removing my clothing with swift ease.
One minute he’s yanking my bottoms off, and the next he’s inside me, stretching me, holding my wrists in a vice as he rams into me over and over again.
I never knew I needed it like this, swift and hard and angry. I’m sure if I talked to a therapist about it, there’d be a reason, but for now, I’m just enjoying what continues to be the best sex of my life. With Ben. It feels so good and leaves me breathless.
He pounds into me with relentless energy until my entire body seizes, every muscle clamping down as I pulse with my orgasm then all releasing in one swoop that has me lying on the floor like a rag doll as Ben finishes, pulling out and shooting on my stomach.
“Holy. Fuck,” he says, panting and gasping then falling to the floor next to me.
“What is it…with you…and wanting to…fuck me on the floor,” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
He laughs. “No idea. I’ve never had sex outside of a bed before you, so…it’s definitely different for me, too.”
I grin, liking the idea that we’re both experiencing new things together, things that are new forbothof us. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to have something like that with a man. I never knew it was something thatmatteredto me.
But now that I’m experiencing it, I cherish it.
Ben grabs his boxers and wipes off my stomach, and then the two of us slowly get up and make our way upstairs.
“We still didn’t have shower sex,” I say, eliciting a deep belly laugh from Ben.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we enter the bedroom, yanking me in and pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time for that.”
The following morning, Ben kisses me goodbye and heads to the restaurant. He told me he has a lot of catching up to do with all the time he’s been taking off recently, and I shooed him out the door, assuring him that I understand.
And I do.
Doesn’t mean I don’t miss having him all to myself.
I spend a little bit of time in my new art studio, examining the materials Ben bought for me, pleased to see he’s either done his research or hired someone who did theirs.
Yanking out a blank canvas, I get it set up on the easel and pull out all the paints I want to use.
But before I can start, my stomach grumbles.
At seventeen weeks, my little pooch of a tummy is starting to be a bit more visible, and my hunger has definitely returned in full force.
“Let’s go feed you,” I say out loud, looking down at my belly button. “Otherwise you’re going to be a monster.”
I giggle to myself, walking into the kitchen and filling the electric kettle with water so I can make some tea. I’m imagining the delicious bowl of cereal I plan to make when the doorbell rings.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I turn, wondering who could be stopping by. For a split second, I wonder if it’s my mom, and before I can think better of it, I race over to the door and fling it open.
To say I was sorely mistaken is an understatement.
“Miss Wallace. How lovely to see you.”
