Page 45 of The Benefits of Love (As I Am 2)

Zach found my hips, set my entrance on top of the pulsing head of his cock, prodding me. The attempts to lower and have him fill me were met with resistance. He needed that control, knew Ineeded it too, to trust him completely and Istilled, relaxed into his arms. The sweet, painful, and tearing sensation that followed as he raised his hips and shoved me down simultaneously was fucking worth it.

Ripples of pleasure emanated from my core up behind my eyes, shooting down to my toes. Zach gripped my stomach tight, waiting for the tremors to settle, kissing and licking my neck. Iglanced up at him. He trained his gaze back at me, our eyes colliding in…something.

And then he fucked me.

“When Ilie in bed at night,” he breathed out, totally in control when Ifelt anything but, “Idream of all the things I’mgoing to do to you.” He bit down on my shoulder again. “But it’snever as real, as gripping, as when Ifuck you like this.”

Ipierced my lip with my teeth, shutting down the loud, visceral moans that itched to escape. They were like ivy plants climbing up from my gut to my chest, circling around my throat as the insane pressure dug down their roots.

“We don’thave time,” Iwhimpered, begging him to come with me.

Zach thrust deeper and faster, taking me with him to that top-of-the-world state. The drum of my heartbeat pierced my ears as my heart thrashed with all its might. Zach held me and pushed me over the edge in afierce series of thrusts, until Iwas free-falling into orgasmic bliss.

My spasms drove him to the cusp of his own orgasm, and when he came, he buried his face in my neck, his breaths hot as he kissed it passionately. He emptied himself inside me, giving me everything, nestling me into his chest.

“Ishould get going.”

Idiot, Itold my disappointed self. We weren’tdating, and with Olivia in the other room, he really should’ve left.

Ireleased his neck, lifting from him and putting on my underwear.

He shuffled around with his clothes, at least it sounded like it. Icouldn’tbear to spare aglance his way. “Laura?”

But still. When Isprang out like this after anight of casual sex it meant Icouldn’tbe bothered with caring for these guys’ feelings, it meant Ididn’twant to see them. And after today, Ithought…Ithought maybe Iwasn’tnothing. That he’dask to stay with me longer than before, longer than he had the other times.

Ihad traveled into the wrong story apparently.

Giving up on an argument, the questioning of him reminding me we had nothing more than casual fucks, Iplaced my head in my hands, naked and with my back to him. Aminute or two or maybe fucking five passed, when Ifinally heard the door shut behind him.

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