Page 96 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

“I love you too, Ben. You remind me every day what it looks like to just be a good person.”

He stood with her in his arms and kicked the chair out behind him. “In that case. Let me show you just how good a person I can be.”

Chaya opened her eyes slowly and stretched a little, as best she could with Ben’s arms wrapped around her.

Weak sunlight seeped into the apartment. It was her day off; she shouldn’t be awake yet. Gently, she stroked her fingertips over his arms, savouring the safety and strength she felt encased in them.

“What are you doing awake?” he muttered gruffly, his voice laced with sleep.

“Not sure. Morning, sweetheart.” She wiggled against his already incredibly hard cock. It rested just between the cheeks of her butt, and he pressed against her gently.

“Morning, babe.” He nibbled the side of her neck, and the spot just behind her ear guaranteed to make her shiver. “Have I told you how much I love waking up with you?” he asked.

“Not since the day before yesterday.” She felt Ben grin, his lips to her skin.

“Well, I do.” He slid his fingers between her legs, easing them gently over her clit to where she could already feel wetness pooling. “Are you sore? We kind of went at it last night.”

They had. Twice. The first time, a hurried rush of sexual frustration against the wall. The second time was harder to describe. An intensely deep fucking was probably the closest.

She smiled at the memory. “I’m good. Just, go slow.”

The feel of his thigh sliding between hers made her shiver. Need thrummed through her, pounding with the beat of her heart. Because every time the two of them came together, she felt…more. More deeply in love, more alive sexually.

When he eased into her, she gasped. His hand slid up her ribs, cupping her breast. Ben groaned, his voice rough.

She sighed.

He felt so good inside her. Wide enough there was a delicious stretch, long enough she felt full. With Ben, she never failed to get turned on. His fingers played her like his guitar. Fast, nimble, concise.

“Why do you always feel so fucking good, Chay?” Ben kissed her shoulder, nipping her skin softly. She reached behind her, gripping his hip firmly.

Her clit ached with the feeling of pressure as he effectively strummed her with his thumb. She wanted to escape his touch and lean into it at the same time. It was too much, and it was everything.

Ben grunted against her ear as his thrusts picked up pace.

“I’m getting close,” she said, wondering if he felt the desperation to orgasm every time they were near each other.

“Yeah? Me too.” Ben flipped her over to her front, pinning her down on the bed as he pulled out further before slamming home.

“Oh, Ben.” He grabbed her wrists, holding them down over her head, and while she felt a splinter of fear for a millisecond, the feel of him sliding into her brought her back into the moment.

“Shit,” he gasped, his voice filled with need. He moved his leg until he was straddling her thighs, so deep inside her she was lost to the sensation of being overpowered and yet so close to orgasm.

“Please.” The word tumbled from her.

Her orgasm exploded deep in her core. Her body shook, her breath caught, and she squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out everything except the myriad of sensations.

“Fuck. Yes,” Ben grunted as he came, his movements suddenly erratic as shivers wracked his body.

Slowly, he brought his movement under control. A slow, shallow rock that soothed.

“Babe,” he whispered. “You okay?”

“I think I died,” she answered truthfully. “Isn’t that what they used to call orgasms? The little death?”

“Not sure,” he said, placing a kiss on her damp temple. “But I could get behind that.”

Chaya glanced over her shoulder. “Well, you just got behind me.”

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