Page 49 of Where We Belong

In the heat of the moment, I reach out to his pants, undoing them fast and tugging them down. I reach for his length, wrapping my fingers around it. He’s thick, hard—and mine. He only lets me play for a few seconds before he begins to move his mouth down my body, nipping, kissing, licking.

He finally kneels between my legs and kisses the inside of my right thigh, then the left, and slowly, he begins to move higher and higher.

“Close your eyes,” he orders. “Just feel.”

I do as he says. This was hot before, but now my skin is burning on each place his lips touch. They keep teasing me, moving up my thigh until his breath caresses my folds.

“You’re deliciously intoxicating,” he says, then his tongue dives between them, licking my clit.

“Ben,” his name escapes my lips in a pleading sigh.

A gentle pressure on my hips keeps me grounded. “Don’t move. Let me eat you before I have to go back to work.”

I relinquish control, letting him take the reins.

“Your pussy is delicious,” he groans, tormenting me with his mouth and fingers.

I moan, arching into his touch. “More, please.”

I don’t have to ask twice. The ministrations intensify, pushing me on the verge of climax. This is so fucking good. I’m going to need more. More of Ben, more of his mouth, his fingers.

His fingers curl and rub faster, and suddenly I’m flying, flying and crashing over the precipice into blissful release. This might be considered the best orgasm in the history of the world. Wave after wave crashes through every cell of my body. He slips a condom along his shaft in record time and soon, he’s holding his shaft at my entrance.

Patiently, he begins to slide his length inside. Slowly, he sinks into me, stretching and filling me exquisitely. Ben leans closer, his mouth finding mine, kissing me at the same rhythm as our bodies move. He thrusts deep and pulls away, making me needy. As the kiss deepens, I’m consumed by the realization that there’s no other place I’d rather be. His love feels like an uncontainable blaze, engulfing us both, and I can sense its intensity deep in my core.

This is incredible. The way he grunts as he thrusts deeper, trying to fuse our bodies. The passion of the kiss. This man is making me feel loved, and treasured, and… his.

Time blurs as we chase oblivion. Our movements synchronize, lips never parting. And then, in a blissful moment, with gasping breaths, we cling together, sated in body and soul. The security of his arms around me and the comforting heat of his body is everything. At this moment, all is perfect. It’s the exact moment when we finally find where we belong.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ben: You left my bed too early.

Cory: Or too late… I’m not staying at your house until Bernie knows about us. It’s only been two weeks and I’m sure neither one of us is ready to tell her. More so when I’m heading to Cancun with Atzi.

Ben: Wait, why are you leaving?

Cory: She called me earlier asking if I could help her and Heath with the triplets. We’ll be back next week.

Ben: Cordelia, don’t leave me.

Cory: :shrug: emoji

Ben: That’s not enough. I need you.

Cory: When I’m back, we can plan how to tell Bernie.

Ben: Can I create a countdown calendar for that?

Cory: Yes?

Cory: Wait, you’ll need an exact date. Maybe do it for two Saturdays from today.

Ben: That’s a long time.

Cory: Sure, but look at it from the bright side. We can still sneak around before the big day. After that, I don’t know how much free time we’ll have.

Ben: We’ll always have the lunch hour. :wink: emoji

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