Page 33 of Powerless

No. “Sure.” My smile hides the truth.

Mom’s phone rings, and she huffs as she looks at it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to go. Who knew there’d be banking emergencies on a Friday night?”

“That’s okay.” I’m a little hurt she’s taking the call, but I guess it’s best she does or I may have broken down and cried because I don’t want to be here or doing this course. “Love you, Mom.”

“Love you too.”

The video call ends and I feel like I’m ungrateful. I turn over on my bed and stare up at the stark white ceiling. Mom is doing what she thinks will be best for my future. And here I am, feeling sorry for myself. I’m so fortunate to have a hardworking mom who wants what’s best for me. Ugh.

I’m hating my life at the moment, probably because I feel so lonely. I’m thousands of miles away from Mom and Bennett, and I’m stuck doing something I have no passion for. I grab my pillow and place it over my head. I stay like this until I finally convince myself to keep working on the paper.

I sit up, place the pillow in my lap, and balance my laptop on top of it. I’m reading over what I’ve written when there’s a knock on my door. “Yeah?” They knock again. “What is it?” Their silence is irritating me. “Damn it, I have work to do,” I grumble as I place my pillow and the laptop on the bed and stand to answer the door. “What?” I spit as I open the door aggressively. In front of me is a massive bouquet of red roses concealing the face of the delivery person. “Oh my God!” I shriek as I cover my mouth.

“Happy birthday.”

The person lowers the flowers and my mouth falls open as I stare at the beautiful man in front of me. “Bennett.” I leap into his arms, hugging him so hard I don’t ever want to let him go. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t let my girl celebrate her birthday without me. So, I’m here.”

I pull him into my room and close the door. My body is exploding with happiness and my face is split with the biggest smile. “I can’t believe you’re here,” my voice cracks as I shake my head.

Bennett looks around the room and places the flower arrangement on the desk under the window, then plonks a backpack beside my bed. “Come here.” He opens his arms and I latch onto him with everything I have. He runs his hands up and down my back before clasping his warm hands to my cheeks. “I’ve missed you.” He lowers his face until our mouths are connected. Our kiss is slow, yet intoxicating, with silent promises of how we’re going to spend tonight. He pulls back and places a small kiss to my temple. “I have something for you.”

“I don’t need anything, Bennett. I’m just so happy you’re here. How long are you staying?”

“I leave first thing Sunday morning.” He sits on the edge of the bed and drags his backpack toward him. He unzips it and takes out a small wrapped present. “Happy birthday, Kathryn.” He holds it out to me.

“What is it?” I take it but look to him for an answer.

“You need to unwrap it to see. But, judging by the shape, I think it’s a piano.”

I already have tears in my eyes because Bennett is with me, and having him joke nearly forces those tears to spill. “A piano? Wow, I thought it was a car.”

“Open the damn thing.” Bennett reaches across to grab me around the hips and sit me on his lap.

I tear at the wrapping, and open the box. “What?”

“Here.” He holds his hand out to take the box. “It’s the night sky of the day I first saw you and knew I was going to marry you. If you turn it over, there’s the date.”

He holds the round pendant and flips it over so I can see the date etched in with our initials below it in a heart. On the other side is indeed the night sky with all the stars and constellations that were visible that evening—I assume, because I know nothing about astrology. “This is beautiful. Thank you.” I turn on his lap and hold my hair up, indicating that he should fasten it around my neck. “I love it, thank you.”

His big warm hands come around so he can hang it off my neck before he clasps it together. I turn and stare at him. “I love you,” he says and takes my mouth with his.

This feels different. More intense than any other kiss we’ve shared in the past. I turn to straddle his hips while maintaining contact. Our kiss quickly heats and within only moments, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes. “I want this, Bennett.”

He drags his eyes down my naked body and smiles. “Good, because I want this too. Get on the bed.” My stomach flutters as heat rises through me. I lie on the bed, and Bennett opens his backpack and takes out a box of condoms. Bennett places the condoms beside the bed, then checks that the door is locked. When he turns, he smiles while skimming his hooded eyes over my body. “I’m suddenly quite thirsty.” He crawls up on the bed, grabs my ankles, and ducks as he hooks my legs over his shoulders. “So damned thirsty.” He buries his tongue into me, licking and nibbling while I totally relax. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mumbles around my pussy. He parts my lips, and presses his face into me while he excitedly tongue fucks me.

I drive my fingers into his hair to urge him to keep doing what he’s doing. “I love your mouth.” I inhale deeply and arch my back when he hits the spot I love most. “That’s it,” I groan.

“I want you to come on my face.”

That’s something I can certainly do if he keeps licking at my clit while his finger is inside me. “More.” I fist his hair and swivel my hips. Bennett’s own groans vibrate through me, and I know he’s loving this as much as I am. A man with his head buried in my pussy is a man worth keeping. “Right there,” I encourage, wanting him to keep doing what he’s doing. Bennett’s tempo increases, and the more he works magic with his tongue, the closer I get to orgasm. I release his hair and just try to savor the moment so he doesn’t stop. I want this to last until the day I die. Bennett has a way with his silvery tongue that’s a pure aphrodisiac. Who needs drugs when Bennett can use his tongue the way he does?

“I want every last drop you give me.”

And that’s it; those words send me over the edge. A sweet cry of pleasure passes my lips, but Bennett’s mouth muffles my moans. My taste is all over him, and even though I should be grossed out, I’m not. Bennett’s been eating me, so I can only be grateful and appreciative.

Bennett lines his cock up with my pussy and pushes in, filling me. “Condom,” I whisper.

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