Page 87 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

He had an inkling of what it was.

A fucking incredible one.

And he didn’t want to do anything to knock her off course.

She wiggled his jeans and briefs down over his hips, stopping when they hit below his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees between them.

When her tongue brushed the underside of his dick for the first time, he sucked in a breath.

When it circled the tip of his head, he fisted her hair.

But when she opened her mouth and tentatively took in just a centimetre of it, his dick flinched beneath her touch. “Holy shit, Chay.”

He’d had blow jobs before. Full-on, deep throat, vacuum-strength sucking. But this, the teasingly gentle touch combined with her bravery? Fuck. The need to thrust forward into her mouth had his abs in spasms as he resisted the urge.

She needed to know she could trust him to not do anything she didn’t like.

When she took him fractionally deeper, he had to look up at the ceiling to avoid coming in her mouth, which would be the absolute worst thing he could do.

Except, now, it was all he could think of. And he was closer to an orgasm than he had ever been, with only a fraction of the action it usually took to get him there. “Chay,” he groaned. Part in thanks, part in warning.

This time, she took him a little further, maybe an inch, enough to clear his head. She swiped her tongue around the sensitive ridge, and he jerked his hips at the sensation.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s too fucking good, babe.”

She popped him out of her mouth. “Really?”

“Really.” He slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. When he kissed her, she tasted of him. “You can do that anytime you want,” he muttered.

“I didn’t go all that far,” she said.

“Chay.” He cupped her cheeks. “You fucking tried something new. Something you have every reason to dislike. You tried it for me. You tried it for yourself. And you know what, I’m going to show you just how fucking hot it was.”

In a minute, he had her naked and on her back. In two, he joined her. He slid his finger between her legs until he could feel her heat, her wetness.

She had the sweetest pussy.

“Mmm. I love how ready you are for me.”

She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed pink. “I love the taste of you. Next time, I might go a little further.”

“Mmm. I look forward to it. But right now, I really want to fuck you.” On his knees, Ben held his cock at the base and sunk deep into Chaya, her wet warmth milking him. “Every fucking time, Chay. You take my breath away.”

In this position, he was able to watch, to see how she welcomed him, how wet she was getting, how her lips dragged along him when he pulled out. It was crass, but on one stroke he pulled all the way out, just so he could look how he’d stretched her. And, man, if the sight didn’t make him want to plunge back into her.

Chaya pulled her feet up alongside his hips and he squeezed her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Her tits shook every time he surged into her.

“This isn’t going to take long, Chay,” he muttered, trying to bank the feeling hammering down his spine.

When she raised up on her elbows so she could see, he almost came.

“Ben,” she gasped.

Sweat trickled down his back. He pulled out. “On your knees.”

She did as he commanded. “Good girl,” he groaned as he slid his dick back inside her.

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