Page 111 of Check the Halls
“Your shirt.”
He releases a breath and I stifle a gasp as the air from his mouth hits my sensitive skin. Ben reaches behind his back and grasps the cotton t-shirt, pulling it over his head and off in one smooth motion.
God, he’s beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. I trace the lines and ridges of his broad shoulders and chest with my eyes down to his toned abdomen. He stares up at me with his big brown eyes, begging me to let him touch me without making a sound. I cup his face in mine and he leans into my touch.
“On your feet.”
His shoulders slump in defeat. He’s so used to getting what he wants, denying him would be amusing if I weren’t also punishing myself. He stands and hovers inches away from me. We’re not touching in any way, but the tension radiating between us feels like an embrace.
Slowly, I bring my hands to the waist of his jeans. My fingers graze his tight stomach and he reacts like I’ve just given him an electric shock. I undo the button on his jeans. It takes me a minute to push the zipper down over the erection that’s made a tent in his pants and he stifles a groan as my fingers make contact.
I push the jeans down over his hips and ass, taking his black boxer briefs with them. They slide down his muscular legs and he steps out of them with ease.
We stand there, slightly breathless, staring at each other. With the exception of my bra, we’re both naked. Ican feel my pulse pound in my neck, my wrists, and between my thighs.
I take Ben’s cock in my hand and stroke it once, base to tip. He grunts like he’s in pain as he leans forward, bracing his forearms on either side of my face against the wall.
“Still like it when I’m in charge?” I tease, pumping him again.
He hisses out a laugh. His eyes are squeezed tight as though he’s trying not to completely come undone. “I want you to get what you want. Whatever that is, Madness. Even if it kills me.”
I believe him. I know in my heart there is nothing I could ask that this man wouldn’t deliver or die trying.
“I want you to pick me up and take me right here.”
“Thank fuck.”
Before I know it, I’m being lifted up and pressed against the cool wall. I wrap my arms around his neck as he spreads my knees wide and positions himself between them. I barely have time to say his name before he slides into me, filling me so hard and fast I lose every thought in my head.
With one hand on my hip and the other, gently holding the back of my neck, he thrusts into me with long, languid strokes. I can’t move. Can’t even arch into him. I’m pinned against the wall as he does all the work. My first orgasm tears through me. Ben keeps moving, talking me through it, praising every gasp and moan and shudder my body gives him.
I rest my head in his neck as it subsides, though I already feel my body climbing, reaching for another. Withmy remaining strength, I tighten my arms around his neck and bring my mouth right to his ear.
“Good boy.”
His control snaps as his pace quickens, moving in and out of me with more force. Our movements become more frantic and wild and just before he takes me over the edge again, I give my last order.
“Come with me.”
Bliss. Blinding, raw bliss threatens to split me into a million fragments of light. Ben tenses as his release takes over and we cling to each other like survivors in a storm.
“I love you so much.” He kisses the sweat and maybe a few tears from my face.
“I love you, too.”
He continues to pepper me with kisses on my temples, nose, and neck until I start to squirm in his hold. Reluctantly, he sets me down and I reach for my clothes.
“You don’t need those,” he says.
“I don’t?”
“Nope. I’m gonna eat a banana, rehydrate, and take you to bed for round two.”
I giggle as I sneak past him. “You need to call your sister!” I call over my shoulder.
“Why?”
“Why do you think? We didn’t know where you were. I wasn’t the only one worried sick.”
