Page 53 of Long for Me
“I can’t.” I shook my head. “I can’t go again. It hurts.”
“Feels good, too, right?” He grunted.
“God, yes.”
“Then you can take it.” He slid a hand to my breast, teased and pinched my nipples. A shot of electric energy soared through me and I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but sparkling lights from the city in the distance. “Oh, shit.”
“Let them see you,” he grumbled in my ear, his voice rough.
His movements quickened, powerful thrusts in and out but he held me back against him as he pinched and my pulled my nipples, alternating the torture on my breasts. I screamed again, my entire body shaking with abandon and as one orgasm rolled right into another one, Bennett shoved himself fully inside of me.
“Fucking hell, Rebecca.” He groaned and shot his release deep inside me. His sweat slickened chest brushed against me and he held me still while he rode out his orgasm through my limp and well-used body.
Slowly, he pushed me forward, coming with me until I was pressed back to the pool table. “Shit, that was amazing,” he whispered.
His hands went to mine and he removed the tie, massaging my wrists and arms up to my shoulders.
“That feels so good,” I murmured, my erratic breathing settling.
“Good, then you’ll really like what I’m going to do next.”
His hands clamped around my hips and he lifted me, tossing me into the air so he was carrying me in a cradle hold. My hands flew to his neck. This guy, if he wasn’t sweeping me off my feet figuratively, he did it physically.
“What are we doing?”
“Bath to clean you up and then we’re gonna chill out and relax before I take you again.”
Again? A delightful shiver rolled down my spine, straight to my toes.
He carried me straight through a large master bedroom decorated in dark grays and dusty blues into one of the largest and prettiest bathrooms I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” I said. He set me on my feet, kept a hand on my waist, bent over, and turned on the faucet to the corner whirlpool tub. He popped the top on a bottle and dumped a significant amount of soap in before standing back up.
“Bubble bath?” I couldn’t conceal my laughter. “You keep bubble bath on hand?”
He kissed my temple. “I like a lot of things, baths after a hard workout is one of them. My mom left the soap when my parents were here for Christmas.”
“Oh.” I patted his cheek and kissed his lips. “It’s really cute you have it and you’d do this for me.”
“My job is to take care of you, remember?”
I remembered. I had a feeling I was never going to forget.
That alone was dangerous.
“So,” I looked around, “what are you going to do while I bathe?”
Silly for nerves to hit me then, he’d just screwed me sensationally and it wasn’t the first time he saw me naked. But before, I was able to crawl under sheets. As the afterglow of the orgasm dimmed, my nerves were kicking in.
He cupped my cheeks and grinned. “I’m going to go get you a new glass of wine and pour one for myself.” He stepped away, dropping his hands. My body cooled from the loss of his touch and I swayed toward him, unable to stop myself.
“Oh, and when I get back, I’m getting in the tub with you.” He flashed me a wink and disappeared through the doorway of the bathroom.
And just like that, my girly parts tingled with excitement.
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I wasn’t sure there was anything better than being encased in strong legs and arms, curled up in a bathtub, white puffy bubbles surrounding us so high they almost overflowed.
