Page 83 of Long for Me
“Ouch!”
“Shh.” I opened my door and slid her bag inside my condo before I closed the door behind me.
“You can put me down now.”
“I could. I won’t, though. I need you too much.”
“Jesus,” she whispered. Her hands on my hips dug into my waistband as I carried her through my apartment to my bedroom. There, I tossed her onto the bed.
“Crap!” she shouted as she bounced on my bed. I crawled over her. I couldn’t wait.
God, this was crazy. And I hoped like hell my desire for her never diminished. Not when it came to fucking her.
I had her hands above her head before she’d gotten her bearings. Her eyes swam with dizziness.
My knees pushed her thighs open. We were fully dressed, and I dropped my lips to her cleavage, brushed them along the slit of her dress that went to the base of her collarbone.
“We need to slow down,” I muttered, licking the hint of sweat off her skin. “I have so much I want to do to you, no idea where to fucking begin.”
“We have all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
She pushed her breasts up to me in offering. One I ignored.
Hers was as much of a declaration to our future as mine had been earlier. I searched her gaze, mine flicking between her eyes for any nervousness, any hint of trepidation or worry she’d said too much.
Instead, for possibly the first time I’d been with Rebecca, there was nothing but truth and purity shining in them.
Ironic, considering we were about to do every impure thing I could think of.
She licked her lips. “Earlier, you said you’d do anything I wanted.”
Fuck. Yes. “What are you interested in?”
She tugged on my hand holding hers. “Please, let me touch you.”
I let go immediately, stunned at the depth of her voice.
“I want you to do to me, anything you think I’d like.”
Jesus. This woman.
“I want to push you further. Do you trust me?”
“You know the answer to that, Bennett. Sir.”
Her eyelids fluttered, cheeks flushed at the term. I kissed away all her nerves.
I kissed her until she melted into the bed and molded her limbs around mine, until she was arching into me, grinding her center against my pants.
If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d come like a teenager.
Pulling back, I climbed off the bed. “You have your safe words. Use them if you need to, okay?”
“I won’t need them.”
She wouldn’t. I would never push her too far, and knowing her history with abuse, the last thing I’d want is to scare her. But that didn’t mean Ihadn’tconsidered what it’d be like to bind her while being able to tease and whip her, to have access to every inch of her while she couldn’t move away from me.
I ripped off my dress shirt as quickly as I could, tossed it to the floor, and did the same with the rest of my clothes.
