Page 22 of Long for Me
Chapter Seven
Bennett
Rebecca coming apart at the seams had to be the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. Like watching a butterfly spread its wings for the first time, or the Northern Lights in their full, cloudless-sky glory.
“I gotta say, you come apart like that all the time and I’m going to be thinking of the way you light up for a very, very long time.”
I pushed her hands into the bed, reminding her to keep them exactly where they were. Our gazes met, and hell, I was done for. This girl, this night. She was driving me insane.
I stood from the bed and unbuttoned my shirt just enough until I could tear it off. In quick movements, I shucked my clothes and grabbed a condom from my pocket, throwing two more on the bed next to Rebecca. Her lips parted as she stared at the condom packets next to her.
Sheathed, I climbed in between her spread thighs. Her pussy was still dripping. Her thighs shook so hard I thought she was going to lose use of her limbs. I planned on seeing if I could make that happen.
“Please.” Her whimpers drew my balls tight. She arched up, seeking me and I pulled back just to hear her frustrated groan.
Heaven to my ears. Desperately needing me was almost as beautiful as her orgasm.
“Like it when you beg, sub. Do it again, better, and I might just give you what you want.”
“Sir. Bennett. Please.” Her head shook back and forth. Caramel tresses tickled my hand where I pressed hers back into the bed.
Keeping my gaze on her, I wrapped my other hand around my dick and slid it through her wetness. Soaked. Hell, I needed in her. “Need a bit more begging.”
Her hands fought against my grip. Straining against my hold. Her breasts swayed and jumped as she wrestled to free her hands.
I held her more firmly. She’d learn that the fight was half the fun for me.
“God, please, sir. Please.”
“You want this more than anything else, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me more than anyone else you’ve ever needed?”
Her glare hit me and her lips pressed together. I pressed the tip of my dick against her opening. “Come on, you can admit it.”
Another buck, back arching off the bed and fingernails curved to dig into my hand. “You’re a jerk.”
“I know. I’ll also screw you into oblivion as soon as you admit it.”
She inhaled a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Ashby, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I want more. Now, please, pretty please, can you fuck me?”
Her tone was insolent. Her words perfect. I’d punish her for the sass later, after I had my dick in her tight heat.
“Very well then, your wish is my honor to fulfill.” I winked, showing her that I was teasing and was rewarded with another glare. It lacked heat considering her flushed cheeks and messed hair but it still made my dick jump.
I lifted off her and then slammed deep inside her. I didn’t give her time to prepare, didn’t give her body time to stretch around me, but the way she groaned lit up my spine like a fireworks show.
Fuck.
Her legs wrapped around me, ankles locked at my lower back as she tried to hold me against her, but hell if I could allow that. The need to move, to fuck her, to pound myself into her so deep I left my mark deep inside her thundered through me.
“Feet on the bed, Rebecca. Spread them as wide as you can.”
She gasped, whimpered and writhed against my hand. I grinned, looking down at her. “Fight all you want, honey, but you don’t get to come again until you’re doing what I want.”
And for a moment, the idea of denying her was thrilling, just to see her fuming pissed off at me.
