Page 86 of Stick Side
“For such a nice man . . .” Her voice hitched when he claimed one of her nipples and began to suckle. “You can be surprisingly naughty.”
He released her nipple with an audiblepop. “My beautiful girl,” he said as he massaged gentle fingers through the hair at her temple, “you’re deceiving yourself if you think nice men can’t be naughty. After all, it wouldn’t be veryniceof me to deny you the experience of lavishing pleasure upon you, now would it?”
He smiled devilishly before using his teeth to pull down her other bra cup. As he dedicated himself to pleasuring her newly exposed breast, her bra suddenly felt like an unwelcome hindrance, impeding Ben’s access to body parts that were becoming increasingly desperate for his touch. She reached her hands up to unclasp her bra, the better to provide him with full access, but her hands never made it. Instead, Ben laced his fingers through hers and pinned them above her head. He kissed a smoldering path up her arms, licking and biting at irregular intervals that kept her on her toes.
His gaze felt electric as it held hers. He gently pressed her arms into the floor, a subtle reminder of his strength, before releasing his hold and lowering her arms. Fingers still interlaced with hers, he pulled her hands up toward his mouth and placed a tender kiss on the underside of first one wrist and then the other before releasing his hold on her hands. Control and submission all within the briefest of moments. She was left dizzy, wondering which she craved more.
“You’re torturing me,” she whimpered.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he explained before reclaiming her breast.
“No,” she panted as she tunneled her fingers through his hair, the better to keep him exactly where she wanted him. “Patience is overrated.Vastlyoverrated.”
The soft breath of his quiet laughter blew against her breast. “We’re going to have to agree to disagree on that one,” he chuckled.
Clearly determined not to be rushed, Ben danced his fingertips along her midriff before slowly hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He slid his digits along the seam with the same tantalizing slowness until his fingers met in the center. He smiled when he seemed to realize there were no buttons for him to undo.
She returned his smile with one of her own, lifting her hips as he started to ease her pants down. She was eager to help facilitate their journey over her hips and down her legs. He smiled in satisfaction as he tossed her pants onto the pile of their already-divested clothes, leaving her in nothing more than a gossamer panty set.
She moaned in pleasure as Ben caressed the naked skin of her hips and thighs. After months of wanting him, it felt so good to finally have his hands on her.
Ben shifted and started to slide his way down her body. She stopped him with the touch of her hand in his hair.
His eyes held a question. “I want to taste you,” he explained in a tone that was both wholesome and deliciously filthy. She shuddered.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, Melody grazed her nails along his scalp. A look of pure pleasure crossed his face before his eyes fanned closed.
“Next time,” she said.
His eyes popped open before refocusing on hers. “I want to make this perfect for you,” he explained with an earnestness that she felt all the way down to her marrow.
“It already is,” she reassured. He seemed to hesitate, prompting her to add, “We’ll want to save at least a little something for next time, right?”
She could tell she’d scored a point with that one, so she pressed her advantage. “What I really want right now,” she explained as she continued to trace her nails along his scalp, “is to feel you inside me.” She gulped, marshaling her courage to speak words she’d never uttered before. “If you really want, you can taste me next time.”
“Oh, I want,” Ben reassured, his tone dripping with lust, his eyes mirroring the same sentiment.
His eyes dipped down to her panties. Before she could predict what he was going to do, he slithered down her body and caressed her pussy with a long lick to her lace-covered slit.
Her eyes widened at the gush of moisture she felt pooling between her thighs. “Oh myGod,” she moaned. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined the gentle abrasion of fabric could fire her up like that.
“I see you’re coming around to my way of thinking,” Ben teased. Maybe he’d managed to make her delirious with pleasure, but she could swear his eyes were twinkling again.
“Youarea naughty man,” she restated, this time with a little more conviction.
“Only for you, beautiful,” he declared.
Call her crazy, but she couldn’t help but believe him.
Ben treated her to another one of his panty-melting smiles before returning his focus to the space between her thighs.
“You’re just so damn sexy,” he praised, as he nibbled at the skin around her panty line. As his mouth explored, he used his hands to caress the smooth skin of her thighs and hips.
“What happened to saving something for next time?” she asked breathlessly, her body still in hyperdrive.
Ben’s smile was positively sinful. “Let’s just call this a promise.”
Her breath caught when he tongued beneath the elastic of her panties, much the way he’d done with her bra.
