Page 82 of Long for Me
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bennett
Fucking hell. The woman had practically sucked my brains out through my dick, along with my common sense while I drove. She drove me mad with need. Once I was cleaned up and zipped, I flew through the streets of Grand Rapids, rushing to my condo, and as soon as I pealed it through the underground parking garage, threw the car in park.
I grabbed her overnight bag and hurried us through the garage to the elevator where I slammed her against the back wall. If the doors opened for anyone, they’d get an eyeful because I could think of nothing more than sinking my cock into her soaking wet heat.
“You don’t need to move so fast. We have all night.”
“I know. Which is why we have to get started. There are too many things I want to do to you.”
I slammed my mouth against hers and words were forgotten. Hoisting her knee over my hip, I rocked against her, showing my desperation to be inside her as the elevator jolted us upward.
My hands framed her face, my lips and tongue pressed and tangled with hers.
Her whimpers, my groans. I was crazed for her.
I took her hands and bonded them together with one of my own, held them above her head, and my other hand went to her thong. I didn’t take the time to prepare her as I shoved two fingers into her cunt, rubbing shamelessly inside her.
I swallowed her cries, pinned her against the wall and it took moments, her clit already swollen. Her flesh so fucking hot against me.
She was my inferno, lit and ready whenever I touched her. Nothing was sexier than this woman giving herself to me, in all areas.
I pulled my mouth off hers, pressed my forehead to her shoulder so I could watch.
She gyrated shamelessly against my hand. “That’s it,” I said, biting the flesh at her throat.
I’d leave a mark, and I wanted it there. “Come for me, sub. Come all over my hand.
“Bennett.”
“I know.” I stared into her eyes, swirling pools of lust coming at her like a tidal wave. “It’s too much. It’s always too fucking much with you.”
Her lips parted. On a silent cry, she shattered against me, came so wildly her body bucked against mine, her hands sought freedom and I held her tighter.
I pinned her with my hips, caging my hand still deep inside her and pressed against her clit. “Beautiful,” I crooned, watching as she kept coming. It was endless and tears welled in her eyes, dripped down her cheeks.
So. Fucking. Undone for her.
The elevator came to a stop and the bell chimed. I held her steady, removed my hands from her and kissed away her tears that I knew were from pleasure, from unspeakable pleasure.
“Okay?”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can walk.”
I laughed softly, kissed her lips as the doors opened. “Then don’t.”
With her bag in one hand, I pressed my shoulder into her stomach and rose, tossing her backwards over me.
Her hands slammed to my hips as she cried out.
I walked out of the elevator, down the short hallway to my apartment.
Dropping her bag only to dig out my key, I swatted her backside. “Quiet, unless you want the neighbors to see your exposed ass.”
“It’s not.”
It was. The globes of her ass were exposed from her dress falling when I picked her up. To prove it I turned my head and sank my teeth into her flesh.
