Page 73 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

With a grin, he stroked his thumb over her nipple, and she shivered. “And these may have been my go-to jerking-off scenario. Sliding my dick between them.”

Chaya laughed. “I’m glad I could be of service.”

“What about you, Chay? Tell me. I really want to know. Sex is the only thing we don’t know about each other. You aren’t the only one who wants it to be good between us.”

In the darkness of the room, it felt safe to share.

“Usually, I find fingering clumsy and awkward, like neither of us knows what he’s supposed to be heading for. Yet your fingers were anything but clumsy on the plane. I like pressure against my clit to get off. And I can’t believe I just told you that.”

She placed her palms to her face, hiding from his gaze.

“Don’t,” he said huskily, reaching for her wrists. “Do you know how hot it is, listening to you talk about sex?” He rolled his hips beneath her, angling her hips so his cock pressed right up against her. “I want to know you like pressure. Keep talking. What else do you like?”

“I like the build-up. I think men are different, they can go from zero to fucking to coming in five minutes. But I like knowing sex is going to happen. Like, if you texted me that you were leaving the studio, would be home in twenty minutes, and wanted to do something specific, sexually, when you got home. I like thinking about it, what it’s going to feel like, knowing you’re thinking about it and me too. I find that really turns me on. I feel like I’ve been on edge the whole of dinner, knowing we were going to be like this when we got to the room.”

Ben grinned and slid a hand along her thigh, his thumb applying pressure as he moved higher. “See,allof that is hot. I like the idea of sitting in the car, thinking about what I want before I drive to you, and texting you to let you know. Instant stress relief at the end of the day. Goes both ways…you could tell me what you want. Or even just telling me you’re waiting for me when I get home…although, I’d have to watch the speed limit. Don’t need to be getting a ticket with a raging boner. What else? What do you fantasise about?”

Chaya wiggled a little further forward on his lap so she was right over his dick, and slid along his length, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Ben muttered. “I want to add you grinding on me as something I really fucking like.” His large hands cupped the cheeks of her butt and pulled her closer, ground her harder. Falling forward, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Keep doing that and tell me what you fantasise about.”

“You want me…to form sentences?” Her body was on fire.

Ben moved one hand to squeeze her neck, his eyes firmly on her. “Yeah. Tell me what you fantasise about. I want to know what I’m going to get to try with you.”

“The chase scene. The one that was in the book that Zoe was working on. Where he overpowered her, then, let her go and chased her. Then, he repeated it.” She lost her train of thought for a moment, giving in to the pulsing of her clit. “I want that. I get that it’s a bit of a dichotomy, but I can’t explain why I think the idea of that is hot while being simultaneously terrified by it.”

“So, we try it. We start out small. We escalate. You hate it, we don’t do it again.”

“Tell me something you want, Ben.” Because everything inside was going on overload.

A steady throb pulsed deep within her. Her clit ached. For more, for something. She knew she was soaked, could feel the wetness spread onto her thighs. Ben could probably feel it. It was probably staining his pants, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

“One of my fantasies is about to come true because I want to see you come at my hands again. I want to be able to look into your eyes properly, this time. I want to hear the noises you make. I want to feel you fall apart. I want to lick up your orgasm when I strip you naked and lay you down on that bed. And then, I’m going to lie over the top of you, slide into you, and fuck you so deep that you can barely stand it.”

“Ben,” she gasped.

“Take it, sweetheart.”

Everything inside her coalesced to the point where their bodies rubbed against each other. All the things she’d worried about disappeared as her second orgasm with Ben crashed through her. She placed her forehead on his shoulder and his arm came around her, fisting her hair, holding her in place as she shivered.

As her breathing slowed, he released his grip and turned her to face him before kissing her deeply. And there wasn’t a thing better in this world than Ben’s lips against hers.

“We don’t have to do another thing,” he murmured between kisses. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take you to bed and fuck you right now.”

Chaya climbed off his lap and unfastened the ties holding her dress in place. She was naked beneath it. Shimmying out of it, she smiled at him. “Take me to bed, Ben.”

“Fuck me, you’re beautiful, Chay.” Grinning, he stood, and then kicked off his shoes. He slipped his jacket off his broad shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. She’d seen him shirtless a million times but knowing she could touch him in the way she’d always wanted to amplified everything.

The dim light from the single lamp housekeeping had obviously left on for them cast shadows across his abs, and she couldn’t resist stepping forward to run her fingers down over them. “Have I ever told you how much I love your body?” she said with a confidence born of a great orgasm at his hands.

“Not like this,” he said, reaching between them to unfasten his belt. “Not when you’re naked and looking like a snack I really want to eat.”

Chaya dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers, opened the button, and unhooked the fastener before lowering the zip. She brushed against his cock and felt it twitch. “Steady,” Ben said. “You’ve got my dick on edge.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, feigning innocence.

He booped the end of her nose. “Too late to play naive. I’ve seen how hard you orgasm. And now, I want to see it again. No. This time, I want to feel it around my dick.” Ben stepped out of his trousers and boxer briefs, and then removed his socks. “You want to climb onto that bed, or you want me to pick you up and throw you down?”

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